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“Kelsey,” she corrects with a high wattage smile that never falters.
He squeezes her again before nodding in my direction. “How’s that jaw feeling? Think you can give him the same expert attention you just treated me to?”
She spears me a look from beneath a fringe of mascara-laden lashes before taking a leisurely tour down my body. Her tongue darts out to swipe at her lips as she flutters her fingers in my direction. “Hey, Crosby.”
Andrew’s other hand slides along her bare thigh, shoving the short skirt up until it’s bunched around the juncture of her legs. “You’ve got such a pretty little pussy. Why don’t you show him the goods, baby?”
It doesn’t take any further encouragement for her to spread her legs wide. FYI—this is a girl who likes to go commando.
My gaze jerks away as Andrew uses his fingers to spread her lips.
“Mmm, don’t you just want to pound that all night long?”
Not really.
“Hard pass. I’ve got to take off, but you have fun with that.” I glance at my phone, needing to get out of here ASAP. I’ll grab something to eat at the Union before chilling at the football house for a couple of hours.
I’m kicking myself for not bailing on this living situation earlier. In the beginning, the constant fucking around didn’t bother me. You want to get laid—hey, go for it. Screw all you want. But I’m tired of coming home and wondering what BS I’m going to walk in on next.
At this point, all I want is to get through senior year and focus on football and my classes.
He wraps his hands around her waist and hoists her off his lap before giving her ass a little smack. The force of it has her stumbling forward on her heels. “Go wait in my room, babe. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Not questioning the directive, she heads toward the hallway.
“And take those damn clothes off. I want you naked, ready, and waiting.”
She giggles, throwing a sultry look over her shoulder before closing the door to his bedroom.
Andrew relaxes into the couch before turning back to me. “Are you taking off already? For fuck’s sake, you just got here. I thought we were gonna play a little COD later.”
“Can’t. I’ve got a test to cram for.” And I sure as shit won’t be doing it here.
Annoyance flickers across his face. “You’re never around, dude. I’m starting to take it personally. This is our last year to fuck around before the real world comes calling. You’re not taking advantage of it like you should be.”
I shrug, antsy to get away from him. “It’s been busy. These engineering classes are kicking my ass.”
“You should have picked a blowoff major.”
I almost snort. Yeah, my parents would never have allowed that to happen. Since Andrew’s father will eventually be handing over the keys to the kingdom, it doesn’t matter what kind of degree he gets. He just needs a diploma. Even if he does end up getting drafted and playing professional football for a couple of years, he’ll end up working for his father at some point. It’s a foregone conclusion.
Since there’s been a pause in the sex-a-thon, I rummage around in the fridge, grabbing some leftover quinoa and chicken breast to nuke in the microwave. Sure, it’s bland, but it’s a good mix of complex carbs and protein. Throw some hot sauce on there, and you’ve got something that’s fairly edible. It takes less than two minutes to wolf it down and throw the dirty dish in the sink before I grab my bag and hoist it over my shoulder, ready to flee the situation.
“You’re seriously not interested in blowing your load on Candy?” He jerks his head toward his room. “Even if you just wanted to get sucked off, she would have happily gotten on her knees. She’s cool like that.”
“Her name is Kelsey.”
He jerks his shoulders before sneering, “Does it really matter what her name is? She’ll be whoever the fuck I want her to be. And you didn’t answer the question.”
“No, I’m not interested,” I mutter, wishing I hadn’t bothered to stick around. This isn’t a convo I want to get ensnared in. The less I want to bone random chicks, the more he seems to jump down my throat for it.
“I heard you waltz through the door around six this morning. Where were you?” His gaze sharpens on me. “Who’d you shack up with?”
My throat turns bone dry as I shift my weight, unsure how to respond. “No one you know.”
He sits up a little straighter. “Wait a minute, you’re actually seeing someone?”
Fuck. I should have pleaded the fifth. “Sort of. It’s kind of new. We’re keeping it on the downlow for the time being.”
He studies me as if I’m an exotic animal he’s never seen before as he kicks his feet up onto the coffee table. “Does she party at the football house?”
