Page 57 of Out of His League

“Welcome to our nightmare,” Ashton says with a smile as he waves Brock inside, winking in my direction to let me know he is joking around.

Brock and I have been spending any free moment together. He has spent many evenings in my bed. Since he has a roommate, I don’t feel comfortable staying there.

My roommates are awesome. They say nothing about all the time Brock spends here. They guys are all making an effort with him but still keeping him at arm’s length.

Sticking my tongue out at him like a brat, both men laugh. Rodney sneaks up behind me, putting me in a headlock as he rubs his knuckles on the crown of my head. Pushing at the underside of Rodney’s arm, he easily lets me go.

Narrowing my eyes at him and Ashton, my lips tip up in an evil grin. Pointing my finger at them and moving it left and right between the two of them, I speak in a stage whisper.

“I know where you both sleep. I will not hesitate to superglue your dicks to your legs.”

Both men grab their crotch as their faces pinch in terror. Kennedy, Gareth, Callum, and Brock all start laughing. Ashton and Rodney narrow their eyes at Kennedy.

“Really, Kennedy? You would let her do that to us?” Ashton says.

Kennedy shrugs her shoulders, looping her arms through Gareth’s and Callum’s. “I still have two cocks available to satisfy me,” she says offhandedly.

“Duchess, that is just cold,” Rodney says, a gleam in his eye telling me that she is going to regret her flippant words later tonight.

“Alright, Kennedy and I have to go get ready,” I say, pulling her away from her men.

“Kassidy, we still have two hours before the concert starts,” Kennedy argues.

“Yes, and I need to look perfect,” I tell her, stating the obvious.

“What the fuck?” Brock calls out. Gareth, Rodney, Callum, and Ashton break into gales of laughter at his exclamation.

Tossing a wave over my shoulder, I shout over my shoulder, “Relax, they all have girlfriends, wives, or fiancées. Well, except for Stone, that is. From what I have read, though, he is a closed book. No one knows what the deal is with him.”

Begrudgingly, Kennedy follows me into our bedroom, where we spend the next forty minutes trying on various outfits. Kennedy opts for a long, flowy skirt, long-sleeved T-shirt, and tennis shoes. I dress in a denim skirt that hits just above my knee, a red tank with a black sequined bandolero jacket, and tennis shoes. While the tennis shoes don’t exactly compliment my outfit, I know that most of the night will be spent on my feet, and I want to be comfortable.

Upon entering the living room, all five male heads swing toward us. The guys are all lounging around, beers in their hands, some sporting event on the television. The guys converge on Kennedy as Brock stands in front of me, placing his hands on my hips.

Leaning in for a kiss, my hand goes to his face, fingers over his lips, as I push back.

“What the fuck, Kass?” Brock barks out in anger.

“After Perpetual Fantasy takes the stage, you can muss me up all you want to,” I respond, hearing responses from the peanut gallery. Their comments range from “damn” to “burn” to

“fuck.”

Gabbing my phone and wristlet, I face our small group, a smile spread across my face.

“Shall we go?”

Kennedy giggles as she loops her arm in mine, and we head to the elevator.

Stepping into the flow of traffic entering Jackal Stadium. The football stadium holds more people than Jackal Field does, not to mention that since baseball season is in full swing, they didn’t want to mess up the field.

Once inside we approach one of the merchandise stands, my eyes scanning the various designs of band T-shirts. Hands grip my waist, causing me to jump. Looking over my shoulder, Brock is smirking at me.

“Who else were you expecting?” he asks.

Shrugging one shoulder at him, we step forward to take our turn. Unable to decide which shirt I want, Brock surprises me, purchasing a second shirt for me and one for himself. Now, it’s his turn to shrug when I smirk at him.

The guys wave Brock over to the concession stand where they are getting drinks, leaving me and Kennedy alone to watch the crowd. He brushes a quick kiss to the crown of my head before walking away. As soon as he is out of hearing distance, a snarky voice comes from behind us, causing Kennedy and I to whirl around.

“Aww, how nauseatingly sweet,” Danica says, opening her mouth and motioning a gag.

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