Athena bursts into the room offering hot chocolate and grilled cheese to warm us up and celebrate our not breaking up, lightning flickers across the sky and illuminates the lamp-lit living room, and Justin’s towel falls to the floor.
CHAPTER28
Justin
“Oh my, Justin! What a big…bigdick you have. I mean, I’ve heard the rumors, but they don’t do you justice. Is it staring at me? I feel like it might be staring at me.”
Savannah bursts out laughing, Athena joins her, and I’m pretty sure Athena’s eyes are about to pop out of her head. As a hockey player I don’t tend to care all that much when people see me naked, but as a well-endowed dude, when women see my junk they do that embarrassing double take like they don’t believe they’ve seen what they’ve actually seen.
Athena hasn’t done a double take, she’s still on the first. And she’s not breaking eye contact with my trouser snake.
Vannah and I bend to grab my towel at the same time, cracking our heads together. Again. I feel like our life is destined to be filled with face bruises and headaches. We both reach for her head while mine stays swinging in the breeze, which only seems to serve to make Athena laugh harder.
“Dude. Does that thing have its own zip code?”
I’m definitely blushing now, despite my bone-deep chill, my skin flares hot. Savannah shoots Athena a warning glare who just throws her a casual wink. “I totally get it now.”
I don’t think people understand just how much of a fucking pain it is to havesucha giant dick. Big dicks, sure, chicks dig that. And everyone claims size matters—it totally does, no dude wants a small cock. But even though everyonethinkssize matters, when it comes down to it, no one wants to climb this particular tree trunk.
I get the impression Savannah understands how complex this piece of my anatomy is, and how self-conscious I am about it. I abandon my bid to check how Vannah’s forehead is and opt instead to cover my joystick. I really,reallydon’t want to be on the receiving end of a beating from the de la Peña bash brothers for swinging my cock around in front of their sister. Even if she is the oldest of the gang and could slice it off with one of her icy glares.
Towel securely back around my waist, I check Savannah’s forehead.
“I’m good,” she assures me. “Are you?”
Nodding, I release a slow breath. Hurting her is literally the last thing I ever want to do. The idea that I might have bruised her gorgeous face feels like something sharp sliding deep into my nail bed.
“Did you run here?” Savannah’s eyes linger on my damp and unruly hair as Athena mutters something about making hot chocolate for real this time and leaves again. If she doesn’t deliver on her promise I might stamp my feet like a toddler, ’cause I’m cold into my freakin’ bones, and I mean, who doesn’t love hot chocolate?
“No. I drove. But I might as well have walked in that rain. There were no spaces outside Athena’s building so I had to run a couple blocks in the downpour.”
She sighs, giving me a wide grin. “So romantic.”
I pinch her chin between my thumb and forefinger. “You know it.” I pull her to me, skimming my palm up her spine and splaying my hand across her shoulder blades to get her as close to me as I can.
“You’re very, very naked right now.”
Even in the low light I can see her pink cheeks. If I didn’t think Athena was either listening in to our conversation, or getting ready to bring me my damn cocoa, I’d get Savannah just as naked as I am and bend her over the white sofa to have my way with her.
Brushing my nose against hers, I take an extra beat to stare at her before I kiss her. “We’ll both be very, very naked soon enough.”
She makes a satisfied noise against my lips as she presses her mouth to mine. Her tongue demands entry, but I’m all too aware that she’s barely two weeks out from major surgery, and I’m not even sure she’s allowed to have sex yet.
“You assholes better not be leaving bodily fluids on my pristine couch. I don’t hear talking. I hear kissy kissy noises.” Athena crosses the open space, she’s got mugs of hot chocolate topped with whipped cream, sparkly sprinkles, and mini marshmallows in her hands, and a pair of sweats and a shirt over her shoulder.
“I’ve seen as much of your nakedness as my derelict lady garden can handle, Captain Ashe. You can borrow these until your clothes are ready.”
I really don’t need to know that my teammates’ sister isn’t getting any, but it also doesn’t surprise me. She’s renowned for being the model child and never putting a step wrong. It must be exhausting, the weight of the family name on her shoulders, but she doesn’t seem to let it bother her.
The ass cheeks on the sweats she has given me are bedazzled, the legs too short, and I think the wide-neck t-shirt is supposed to be an off-the-shoulder number. But when you areallshoulders, it doesn’t really go anywhere, and clings everywhere. Savannah snorts behind her hands as I get dressed.
“You don’t like my bedazzled butt?” I shake my behind in her direction, and she smacks it.
When I turn to face her, she’s fanning herself. “You know I love it when you bring the alliteration.”
Athena groans and takes a sip of her hot cocoa. When I settle on the couch next to Savannah, she shuffles closer to me. Whether it’s for her sake, or because I’m still shivering, I’m not sure, but I also don’t care. Closer is definitely better.
“So you’re the infamous J.R. Blake?” Athena eyes me over the top of her mug. She’s got some whipped cream on her nose but I’m not sure I want to tell her. “The author who sets Vannah’s girl parts alight?”
