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Ethan’s head whips around, and he gapes at me with a horrified glare as the door pops open. Jumping in front of me, he covers my naked body with his own, reaching back to snatch my arms so I can’t dart around him and show… oh, it’s Asher… that I’m not wearing a stitch.
Ethan’s broad frame blocks most of my view, but when I try to peek around his arm, he quickly jerks my body back behind his.
I can’t see Asher’s face right now, but I can tell he’s grinning. “Looks like you’re ready to go.”
With a little grunt, I fight Ethan’s hold and pop my head out around his arm. “Not yet. We’re just discussing something.”
Ethan growls and spins around, pulling me close so my breasts are squished against his hard torso. His protective arms keep me in place, and I stay still, figuring Asher even seeing one nipple might just kill Ethan on the spot.
“You’ve got three minutes, dude. Then it’s on.” Asher walks away with a laugh, and I wrestle myself free of Ethan’s hold.
Looking up with an arched brow, I quietly warn him, “If I can’t stop you doing this, then you can’t stop me. You can try, but you will fail. I will strip my clothes off in the middle of the quad if I have to.”
His nostrils flare as he points at the bed behind me. “I will tie you up in here and lock the door.”
I can’t help a short snicker. Ethan’s angry face is kinda cute. I’m pretty sure he’ll hate to know that, so I lick my lips and give him an unrelenting look. “No you won’t, because I will get you back so hard for doing that to me.” I point at him. “Now, you need to stop this, or I will.”
“And how the hell are you gonna do that?” He crosses his arms, his frown annoyingly skeptical.
I wish I had some eloquent, genius thing to say, but I’m working on the fly here.
Truth is, Ethan’s the wrong person to be arguing with.
“I need to talk to Asher,” I mutter under my breath, grabbing Ethan’s T-shirt off the floor and throwing it on before bolting from the room.
CHAPTER46
ETHAN
I throw on some boxers and chase after Mikayla, my feet stumbling on the stairs as I try to grab her. She's too fucking fast, and I can't even nip the edge of my shirt as she flies into the living area where all the guys are sitting and standing around the kitchen counter.
Casey's nursing a coffee, looking a little blurry-eyed while Liam sits there in a sweaty T-shirt. He must have just gotten home from his morning run. Asher's standing there spinning a basketball on his finger, which he quickly catches when Mikayla marches toward him.
She's not wearing a thing under my T-shirt. Holy shit. Can they see her nipples through the cotton? She better not raise her arms. My shirt's pretty long on her, but it's not touching her knees, which means it's too fucking short when she's panty-less.
I jerk to a stop behind her, grabbing the edges of the T-shirt and making sure it stays in place. I'm tempted to throw her over my shoulder and carry her back upstairs, no doubt kicking and screaming, but that will probably expose her very fine ass to these guys and?—
Shit. She's right. I can't tell her she doesn't own my junk and then act like I own every inch of her body.
“Asher, we need to talk about this bet.” She crosses her arms, seemingly unperturbed by the fact that she's being studied by three big hockey players… and what the fuck are Riley and Connor doing here? Those guys have dorm rooms. Do they ever use them?
They jump off the couch and wander over, eyeing up Mikayla with surprise before breaking into broad grins.
Great. Now five big guys are gawking at her.
“Did she stay the night?” Riley asks with a look so gleeful I want to punch him. “Does this mean?—”
“It sure does.” Asher nods, then turns back to Mikayla with a smirk. “Sorry, sweetheart, but your boy broke the rules, and we shook on terms. He can't go backing out now.”
“I don't give a shit what terms you agreed upon. I'm not letting him walk around campus naked.”
“You should be grateful it's a Saturday. There'll be minimal foot traffic. Well played, man.” Asher holds out his fist, and I glare at his knuckles until he lowers his arm with a short laugh.
Casey snorts and shakes his head. I can't see what Mikayla's face is doing, but whatever look she throws at Casey shuts him up quick. Liam hides a grin behind his water bottle while Asher continues to stand there looking smug.
“Rules are rules, babe.” He shrugs. “Things were set in motion before you even came along, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. Thank you, by the way.” He winks at her, and I growl like a bear.
Asher laughs at me, and I'm about to grab Mikayla's arm and drag her back upstairs when she goes and makes my stomach drop.
