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It was beyond stupid that my heart was racing because I was terrified my brothers would find out about the unreciprocated crush I had on their best friend. Their best friend, who liked to break my heart when he called me things like Mini.
“Lucky bastard.” Dylan smacked his hand on my desk before walking down the hall again.
“Yeah,” I mumbled softly as a deep, dull ache spread through my chest. “Lucky bastard.”
* * *
CONNOR
“What the hell, what the hell, what the hell?” I pulled my car into the nearest strip mall parking lot from the Price’s office, threw it into park, and groaned into my hands. “What the hell?”
I wasn’t sure why I’d gone there. I wasn’t sure why I’d been worried about Maci in the first place. She spent nights away all the time...
But she’d known I was coming over this morning, and there was no way she’d missed Sadie’s obnoxiously loud moans before I’d kicked her out. And for some reason, I’d spent the rest of the night wondering why Maci had still been outside my door when Sadie had shown, why she’d looked like she was trying so hard not to break...and why the fuck I’d had to picture her to get off.
This was Maci. Maci.
I couldn’t think about her like that. I knew that. Just as I knew entertaining the thoughts that had been playing in my mind since the night before was dangerous. But even in the office, all that had kept my mind clear enough to stop me from covering her body with mine and claiming her mouth was the fact that her brothers and dad were in the back.
That mouth. Jesus, how had I never noticed how perfect her mouth was?
I’d always loved that Maci swore just the same as her brothers did. It was just so...Maci. But the way those full lips had fallen into her natural pout as she’d laid there had me nearly losing all sense of reason.
“Fuck.” I slammed a hand against the steering wheel before raking both hands through my hair because I couldn’t think about her that way.
And yet, I couldn’t stop thinking about her that way...
Her vibrant red hair wildly splayed across my pillow. Her body beneath mine. That raspy voice of hers breathing out my name. Those full lips wrapped around my cock. All of it. All of her was tormenting me on repeat.
Glancing at my phone when it rang, I straightened. My chest shuddering with a rough exhale when it felt like a bucket of ice-cold water had been thrown on me because Dylan’s name was on my screen.
“Yeah?” I answered cautiously.
“Mini said you stopped by,” he began casually when I’d expected him to immediately threaten my life after the thoughts I’d been having of his sister. “What? No love for Kota and me?”
Clearing my throat, my head moved absentmindedly. “Had to get back to work. Sorry.”
He grunted in acknowledgment and said, “Have a question for you about Mini. Is she seeing someone?”
I quieted the relieved breath that rushed from my lungs, my head already shaking before I managed to form the words because I didn’t even have to think about my answer. Maci would kill me if I sold her out about the douchebag she’d been seeing. “No, she isn’t.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah, Dylan.” I swallowed thickly as I thought about all the times I’d gotten a front-row seat to Maci faking it. “Trust me, I’d know.”
“All right.” He spoke away from the phone, relaying what I’d said to the rest of Maci’s brothers, if I had to bet. “Well, hey,” he said, easily shifting gears as if they hadn’t just used me to confirm Maci wasn’t seeing anyone, “let’s get together this weekend. Grab some food and beers.”
I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, suddenly anxious to get off the phone with one of my best friends. As if he would be able to read my thoughts if we stayed on any longer. “Okay. I’m off after today, so just let me know.”
“And, Connor?”
I gripped the phone tighter at the drop in his tone. A questioning hum rose in my throat when I couldn’t force the words to come.
“My sister doesn’t need to hear your women screaming. Get them to keep it down, all right?”
Maci had heard.
Jesus, why was that bothering me so much? This was Maci fucking Price. She was my best friends’ little sister. I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t have this hollow of guilt and regret opening in my chest.
