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Jamie opens the door, a bright smile on his lips. He looks adorable with his brown hair falling onto his forehead, his blue eyes illuminated by his boyish expression. Why didn’t I kiss him years ago? How stupid of me not to make my move back in freshman year.
“Hey,” he says, holding open the door for me.
I step inside, and as he closes the door, he hooks his arm around my back, pulling me into a quick hug. “We’re having Italian. That’s about as far as I got.”
“You’re helping me cook,” I remind him. “You can taste test while I work.”
He smirks. “Good, because I’m starving.”
We walk through the living room where we run into the Kane twins—Trent and Tucker. They’re tall and gorgeous blonds, identical in every way. I had a hard time telling them apart when we first met. If Tucker didn’t spend so much time on Greek Row, it probably would’ve taken me longer to get to know him. He’s hit on me tons of times over the years. Every time, I tell him to get lost. He’s a real player, never without a woman on his arm.
Trent is less of a manwhore, though not by much. All of the guys on the hockey team have their pick of women. Girls throw themselves at them in the most embarrassing fashion.
Trent looks up from his cell phone to wave to me while Tucker makes a comment about me being Jamie’s girlfriend. Jamie doesn’t correct them, and I hate to admit that I like the sound of being his girl.
Before we reach the kitchen, someone comes crashing through the front door, slamming it behind them. The sudden noise causes me to jump and stumble into Jamie. He hugs me closer to his side, his muscles flexing beneath the tight fabric stretched across his thick chest. In a long sleeved compression shirt that fits him in all the right places, Jamie’s body is a work of art. I haven’t seen him without a shirt yet, but I sure want to.
I turn around to find Killian Kade standing next to Preston Parker. Killian is well over six feet and muscular, with black, wavy hair that sweeps over his forehead.
His eyes find mine, and when they do, his face lights up. “Oh, good you’re here. What are we eating?”
“Yeah, I’m hungry,” Tucker adds from the couch in the living room. “What’s for dinner?”
“I told you they would be a pain in the ass,” Jamie says against my earlobe, his breath on my skin sending chills down my spine. “We better get cooking before they start annoying you.”
“I can make some snacks real quick,” I say, stepping into the kitchen. “Hand me the tomatoes, some basil, olive oil, and garlic.” I point at the fresh loaf of Italian bread I spot on the table in the corner of the room. “I’ll cut the veggies, you slice the bread.”
Jamie nods and then assembles the ingredients in front of me, standing next to me to help prep. Five minutes later, I shove the bowl I prepared between us and tell Jamie to grab a spoon. He helps me top the toasted bread with the tomato, herb, and olive oil mixture.
“Take a tray of this out to the living room and keep your friends out of here. The less distractions we have, the faster we’ll eat.”
Jamie lifts a platter of bruschetta. “You got it, boss lady.” He winks and then disappears into the living room, giving me some room to breathe.
I can handle dinner with his friends, though I don’t know if my nerves can. Now, I see why Tucker called me Jamie’s girlfriend because it sure as hell feels like it. And it was all my doing.
Chapter Seven
Jamie
Standing behind Shannon, I slide my hands to her hips caging her against the kitchen island. She wants me to help her with dinner. I haven’t done much other than sneak bites and keep my teammates out of the kitchen. The entire house smells of herbs and garlic, a delicious aroma that causes my stomach to rumble.
All of the guys are starving, myself included. I burned off so much energy during practice that I’m salivating over the meal Shannon’s preparing for us.
“You’re doing more distracting than cooking,” Shannon coos, her voice soft and low. “You should make yourself useful and stop bugging me.”
“Cooking isn’t one of my strong suits,” I whisper against her neck, slipping my hands beneath the seam of her shirt, feeling her stomach.
She leans her head back and moans. “Jamie, c’mon…”
I suck on her earlobe, loving the sight of her lips parted, nipples hard and poking through her shirt. My cock presses into her ass. She groans when she feels my length, and I want nothing more than to bend her over the counter and fuck the tension from my body.
