Luke arches one perfectly shaped eyebrow. “What makes you say that?”
“Easy. That kiss was hot, sexy, but surprisingly sweet. Have you met Mr. G.I. Joe? He doesn’t have a sweet bone in his body. He wouldn’t be sweet if he was covered in sugar. And he hates me.”
My brother shrugs. “I wouldn’t take that personally. He’s had a rough go with his divorce. He learned that he should be careful about who he gives his heart, and his trust to. You should be able to relate, no?”
I hate when he’s right. Especially if he’s defending Keene.
“Yeah, but I know that not every man is like Dad or Kurt. I don’t treat every owner of a penis like he’s my mortal enemy.”
His voice softens as he takes my hand in his. “You know not every man is a monster because you have me, and you had a good relationship with your high school boyfriend. Have you thought that maybe Keene might not have a good female role model to let him know that not every woman is out there to use him and betray him?”
“When did you get so wise?” I sigh.
Luke squeezes my hand. “When I was kicked out of the only home I ever had at seventeen because of who I was. And I’m not saying this to make you feel guilty. If roles had been reversed, I would have stayed too. But I had to grow up fast, Bex. Keene has had to do that too. And he isn’t the only one who’s jaded about women. Connor is still smarting from being cheated on. He’s just as hurt and just as unwilling to trust a woman again as Keene.”
“That might be so, but at least he doesn’t act like a total asshole.” I argue.
Luke tucks a strand of hair being my ear. “True. Connor has a softer exterior. But I’m telling you, he and Keene aren’t very different. They’ll accept the status quo because Jamie and I got Coach on our side about you staying here, but you’ll have to win them over. And I know you will.”
I’m not so sure about that. “It didn’t feel like a person who kissed me last night didn’t trust women.”
He shrugs. “They were wearing a mask. Maybe they felt protected. Have you thought about that? Anyway. Your boyfriend is waiting to show you off. You should go. He might be your Mr. Right, after all.”
I know he’s teasing me right now. “What makes you say that?”
“He’s over six feet tall. He comes from a wealthy family, so his bank account definitely passes the six-figure requirement. And if you’re lucky, you might find out if his dick measures up, too.”
Heat rises to my face. “Oh my God, Luke. You’re terrible.”
He laughs. “And did you see his jersey? He’s number six.”
“You’re laying it on so thick, it isn’t even funny.”
Luke grins from ear to ear. “I’m just saying. Connor and Keene are also excellent candidates, if you ask me. They’re both tall enough and have six figures in the bank. You live here now. You’re in the best position to find out if their cocks are at least six inches long. And guess what jersey numbers they both wear?”
I cross my arms over my chest and scowl at my brother. “They can’t be wearing jersey number six, since Jamie wears it. So I don’t know what’s so funny.”
“Connor is number sixty, and Keene is number sixty-six.”
Luke doubles over with hysterical laughter as I walk into the living room and leave him to pack his belongings so he can officially move out.
Chapter13
All Eyes On Us
Jamie
If a week ago anyone had told me that I would have a girlfriend, I would have called them crazy. Even more so, if they had told me I would have been excited about monogamy for my entire senior year, I would’ve found the whole idea hysterical and a little surreal.
But here I am, looking forward to showing off Bex in public, as I park my car in the lot closest to the row of shops that serve our campus like a mini mall.
I know this is all fake, and Bex was a little more than hesitant to agree to it. But there’s something about my team captain’s twin sister that draws me in and refuses to let me go.
It isn’t just the fact that she’s hot as fuck, even though that’s something I’m not mad at. There’s this fire in her eyes that she obviously fights to keep contained. I wonder what would happen if she gave in to what she wants rather than trying to be always in control.
I’m the expert on acting on my desires, so I think Bex and I will get along like a house on fire.
She unbuckles her seatbelt, but I stop her from opening the car door.
