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“Nah, not an asshole, doll. Just a guy who appreciates great tits and a stellar ass.” I smirk, enjoying it way too much that I’m pissing her off.
“Oh my god, Levi!” Maeve admonishes.
“Saffie, I am so sorry. My brother usually saves his disgustingness for when we’re not around and definitely for his skanks and not our friends,” Millie explains, glaring at me. I can feel it. I’ve still not looked away from their stupidly hot friend, the one who’s still shooting daggers at me.
“Saffron Briggs, meet my dumbass brother, Levi Sexton.”
That caused her to break eye contact long enough to roll her eyes. “Let me guess, you’re ‘Sexy Sexton.’ The one I’ve unfortunately heard about?” My sisters make gagging noises. They hate that nickname and the stories that go with it. But the way she says it in that hot little Yankee clip she has going on, definitely not from Massachusetts, has me forgetting all about the pain-in-the-ass twins and thinking way too much about their friend and what kind of things I’d like to do to her.
I shrug and tuck my hands in the pockets of my sweats. “So you’ve heard about me, then? Want me to show you how I got that nickname?” I offer, goading her.
She scoffs and then smiles sweetly. “No thanks. You’re not my type.”
With raised eyebrows, I nod in understanding. "Ooooh, you're a lesbian. That's cool. I'm all about one love, bi-love, self-love. Whatever." I grin, flashing my dimples in added innocence, letting her know that her ice-queen bitchy attitude doesn't faze me.
"Oh, I like boys just fine. And even girls occasionally. It's you I don't like," she retorts smugly. "Plus, I have a boyfriend." I watch as she pulls a chain from the collar of her shirt, a massive ring hanging from it.
"Is that a high school ring?" I ask, just barely holding back my laughter. She's cute when she's pissed, and her boyfriend is clearly lame as fuck. "Do guys still do that?"
Her glare is enough to light my ass on fire right where I stand, but I don't care. I don't care about the tool boyfriend, either. If I want her, the boyfriend is her problem, not mine. And Cubbie can fuck off calling dibs.
Murphy comes up just then, slapping me on the back, drawing my attention. He greets my sisters using their hated nickname. "Hey, Off-limits, you two behaving?
They give him a double eye roll and laugh him off. “Raegan, how about you? You being a good girl?”
Blushing at him, she just nods. Rae is a good girl. She's been my sister's best friend since they were tiny kids and a constant in my home. Aside from her pink hair and being so tall, she and the twins might as well be triplets. They’ve been attached at the hip since kindergarten.
“Good, good.” Murph booms before turning to Saffron-Saffie, as my sister called her, who still has me locked in an epic I hate your guts but refuse to look away first stare down.
“Who’s your new friend, Sexy? She looks like she really likes you,” he says, laughing.
“That's enough, you guys. Leave her alone,” Millie snaps. “She’s Raegan’s cousin, her name is Saffie, she has a boyfriend, and you can go now.” My sister dismisses and waves us off.
I bark out a laugh. “Cool it, short stack. Saffie can take care of herself. I’m not gonna bite. Much,” I add, snapping my teeth at her and then grinning when she rolls her eyes at me again. Between the three of them, their eyes are gonna fall right out of their damn heads from all the rolling they’ve been doing.
Murphy chooses that moment to say, “Speaking of biting, Nora and her friend Ava are looking for you. I’ll keep an eye on these four.”
I bet he will. Actually, he, Cubbie, and Benny, even if he is on my shit list, are the only guys on campus I would ever trust with my sisters. Not because they have some stellar reputation or anything. They’re not even close to being fucking saints, but they do have mad respect for me, and that carries over to Millie and Maeve. Benny may have fucked up, but I would've done more than blacked his eye if I didn’t think he had good intentions regarding Maeve. It would have been the last time he looked at my sister, let alone dated her.
“Ladies, behave please and remember not to take drinks from anyone you don’t know and to kick anyone getting handsy right in the fucking balls. That goes for your little boyfriend, too,” I order, pointing a finger back and forth between them. My sisters and Raegan promise. Saffie doesn’t say a thing. I wave and leave them with Murph, then go in search of Nora and her porn star friend. It’ll take the two of them to get my mind off the new girl. Saffron Briggs. Even her name is hot.
About an hour has passed, and we still haven’t made it upstairs to my room because Nora wants to wait for another friend of theirs who is “just dying to meet me.” Who am I to deny her?
Kicked back in my oversized chair, Nora is tucked into my side, kissing my neck, while Ava, with her back to me, grinds against my cock to the beat of the music booming loudly from our makeshift DJ. She could teach a thing or two to some strippers I’ve seen. I let my head fall back and allow my mind to shut down and my body to just feel. The minute my eyes drift closed, a wicked-hot blond with flashing gray eyes and a smart mouth appears behind my lids. I groan. Fucking hell. Fighting with Saffie was hot. I’m so used to sorority chicks and puck bunnies just looking to score a hockey player that a little hard to get might be fun. Not that I don’t love easy, because I do. But a little game of chase me is something I can get down with.
My eyes pop open when I hear a snort to find the gray eyes I had just been thinking about glaring first at me, then flicking to the girls draped all across my lap.
I smirk at her anger. Why she’s pissed, I don’t know. Dimples flashing, I wink at her before closing my eyes again. Oh yeah. She’s gonna be fun.
Chapter 2
Levi
I hoist my hockey bag higher onto my shoulder and pull my hood over my head. The sun’s not even up yet, but I have to stop at the athletic building to see my dad before I can lace up and hit the ice.
Walking down the dimly lit halls to his office is eerie as fuck. Quiet as hell, nothing but the squeak from my gym shoes against the polished floors.
Before I can knock on the doorframe of the open office, he waves me in. His phone is wedged between his head and shoulder.
