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“Will do.” Essie skirts around him and disappears down the ladder.
Tristan glances over his shoulder before he moves closer. He leans down, bracing a hand on the back of the couch. Aside from looking confusingly upset, he smells fantastic. Two days of stubble decorates his cheeks. I bet that would feel great rubbing all over my lonely, neglected pussy. “Are you spooning with Essie?”
“She’s my best friend. Why do you look upset?”
“I thought I’d get some time with you. Alone.” He fingers the end of my ponytail, and his lips brush my cheek. “Come to my room when everyone else goes to sleep so we can spoon naked.”
“I haven’t seen Essie in months. I live here, Tristan, at least for the next little while. You can wait until Essie goes home before you get me naked again.”
He backs up. “How long is she here?”
“Until Sunday.”
He buries his face against my neck. “I haven’t been able to touch you for almost two days, and you’ll be up here, all cuddly.”
“Are you jealous?” I ask.
“No.” His brow furrows. “Wait. All you’re doing is cuddling, right? With your clothes on.”
“Oh my God.” I laugh. “You are jealous.”
“I’m not. I just had an away game. Back to this cuddling business—you and Essie just snuggle? That’s it?”
He seems so skeptical, like he can’t believe it’s possible to touch someone and not want to take their clothes off.
“We’re affectionate people. We like to cuddle. So that’s what we do when we watch a movie.” It’s affection without intention. I wonder how many people touch Tristan without wanting something from him. “Maybe a weird concept for you, but not for us.”
“Oh.” His palm rests against the side of my neck, his gaze slow to lift. “I don’t know why I asked that.”
My heart clenches. Sometimes he’s such a broken little boy. “Maybe because you and my brother have slept with the same woman at the same time.”
Something like shame flashes behind his eyes before they drop. “Maybe. I didn’t want to cuddle with them, though. Or Flip.”
“Good.” I was nervous last night. My brother and Tristan routinely share a room during away games, and Flip can’t seem to keep his dick out of a vagina for more than twenty-four hours these days. Not that I’m any different, but at least it’s the same dick, as opposed to his vagina variety.
“Did Flip bring someone back to your room?” It’s hard not to look away.
“I said I wouldn’t fuck anyone else, and I didn’t.” His thumb sweeps across my jaw, and his palm shifts to rest against my throat.
“What’d you do then? Just watch?” I hate that he can feel my nervous swallow.
“No. Of course not.” His expression softens. “I went to Roman’s room and fell asleep on his couch.”
The wash of relief scares me. “Oh.”
“Were you worried?” he asks.
“I didn’t want to be.”
“It’s just you I want, Bea. I meant it when I said it.” He brushes his nose against mine. “Now that we’ve cleared that up, can I kiss you?”
“Yes, please.”
“Fuck, I love that coming from your sweet mouth.” He slants his over mine and groans as our tongues tangle.
“Hey! Can someone help me? Climbing a ladder with full arms is impossible!” Essie yells.
Tristan breaks the kiss. “I missed the way you taste. I need to be in you.”
My vagina really loves that idea, but the logistics are not the best. “Same, but you’ll have to wait.” I push on his chest. “Coming!”
He straightens and adjusts himself while Essie passes the stuff up before climbing into the loft. She flops back on the couch. “You joining us, Tristan?”
He glares at the screen and runs a rough hand through his hair. “Pass. I’m gonna hop in the shower when Flip’s done. You girls enjoy yourself.”
He climbs back down, and after a moment his bedroom door closes.
Essie gives me a look.
“He’s jealous,” I whisper.
“Because we’re watching a movie together?”
“Because we were making physical contact.”
She arches a brow. “Boy has it bad.”
“For my pussy.”
She makes a noise as she tops up my glass, but her smile is sinister.
“What is that look?” I gulp my wine.
She daintily sips hers while grinning. “Nothing.”
“It’s not nothing. You’re scheming.”
“Since tomorrow is Friday, we need to plan a girls’ night. I want to meet Hemi, Hammer, and Tally. We should go to a club.”
“Tally is only seventeen.”
“Fake ID?”
“Her dad’s the team coach, Hammer is the goalie’s daughter, and Hemi is their PR person. Fake ID or not, it wouldn’t go over well.”
“Hmm... Okay. Girls’ night in tomorrow with Tally, and then Saturday club night?”
“That would work.”
“I bet you a visit to Vancouver that once the boys get wind of our plans, they’ll stalk us to the bar.” Her eyebrows bounce on her forehead.
“Oh, I see where this is going.”
“You and me on the dance floor.”
“He’ll lose his mind.” I grin. “The sex will be out of this world when it finally happens.”
