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I have a hard time keeping a straight face and end up breaking the silence. “Did you just say monster cock?”
I’m so much taller than Sydney, even in her five-inch heels, that my chest is practically in her face when I move closer.
She tilts her head to the side as if thinking over her last comment. “Yeah, I guess I did. No biggie. Who doesn’t love a big cock?”
“I’m Carter Donovan,” I say, touching her shoulder with my hand, not even bothering to stifle my laughter.
“Wonderful,” she says, shrugging me off, “Sydney Carroway, but I’m sure you already know that.” She turns to Kennedy, ignoring me. “I’m starving. K, help me find something to eat in this place.”
Then Sydney does something I do not expect and strolls out of the room and down the hall as if she owns the fucking joint. Her heels click against the marble floor as she heads toward the kitchen. I want more. For a second, I think about tracking her down, but I don’t want to seem too eager.
“That was fucking weird,” I mutter to Tyler, dumbfounded.
“You could say that.” Tyler looks just as confused by that exchange with Sydney. For someone who requested to meet me, she has a funny way of showing it.
“She’s hot, though.” I shove my hands into my sweat pockets as we move further into the living room.
“Uh-huh,” Tyler confirms. I assume he’s wondering if she will even give me the time of day. I have no fucking clue.
“What do you think of Sydney?” Kennedy asks. “She’s amazing, right?”
“She told me I have a monster cock.” This time Tyler laughs. “I can’t believe you told her about me. And here I thought only guys talked about stuff like that.”
She gives him an I’m busted look, biting down on her bottom lip. “Umm…yeah. You know girls talk about those kinds of things. And babe, your dick is something worth talking about. Just be happy that it didn’t end up on our blog because it came up quite a few times as a possible post idea.”
“Oh, yeah.” Tyler leans down to kiss her hair. “What were you going to call it?”
“I like big dicks, and I cannot lie,” she jokes.
This conversation just got interesting. Kennedy seems sweet and more innocent than Sydney does, so I can only imagine what a regular chat with Sydney would be like. She talked about Tyler’s dick as if normal people make statements like that to strangers. She’s really comfortable in her own skin. And I like that about her.
“I still like the idea of the taking one for the team post,” Tyler whispers into her ear, not realizing I can hear them. “If you want, we can go to the bathroom, and you can show me how you’d demonstrate to your followers.”
Kennedy nudges him hard with her hip. “Nice try, but we have company.”
Sydney walks back into the room with a box of pizza and a six-pack of beer. “Who’s hungry?”
She sets the box and bottles on the long table that spans both couches. The room is so big that it calls for large furniture to take up some of the space.
“I can eat,” Alex and I call out, both of us reaching over to grab a slice as she opens the box.
I stand with Tyler and Kennedy while I eat, watching as Sydney chats with Coach as if they have known each other for years. Sydney seems to have this effect on the people around her that makes them want to open up.
Coach is about as closed off as they come, and she’s over there telling Sydney all the details about Parker and the time they had spent apart. Those were some miserable days for everyone on our team. We had the pleasure of being around Parker back then, and it fucking sucked. He was such a bastard when he was apart from Coach. It killed whatever mojo we had going for us.
Ignoring me, Kennedy and Tyler have a private conversation, whispering into each other’s ears. Even with Sydney here, I feel like the third wheel.
Their voices reach a higher octave before Tyler yells so loud it rings in my ear. “Woo hoo!”
His outburst draws the attention of the rest of the group, their heads turned toward us with confused expressions on their faces.
“Kennedy is moving in with me,” Tyler says with his hands raised in the air.
I congratulate them, along with the rest of the group, before Tyler picks Kennedy up and throws her over his shoulder. He practically runs out of the li
ving room with his hand on her ass. His shoes smack loudly against the wooden planks as he climbs the stairs, leaving us behind. Sydney just got here, and they bail to go fuck?
This is awkward. All eyes are on me now that the lovebirds left me standing in the middle of the room by myself. Who does that in the midst of watching the last game of the Stanley Cup Finals? There has to be an unwritten rule that Tyler just broke.
