When I enter the apartment, my roommate Tate is nowhere to be found, which is probably a good thing. I just want to be alone.
I toss my keys on the counter and kick off my shoes when my gaze hits a snag. Tate’s sister is on the sofa, looking at her phone.
Shit. I really don’t feel like dealing with Lili right now. I envisioned coming home—jerking off in the shower, maybe getting something to eat—and then going to bed. Alone.
She pissed me off earlier. She always pisses me off, for reasons even I don’t understand. She’s pretty, but she doesn’t know it. She’s funny, too, but her sense of humor is more understated. I don’t think many people get her. But I do—which is what pisses me off.
If she was any other girl, rather than my roommate’s sister, I would have shot my shot already. Worked her out of my system and moved on.
But Tate would lose his shit. And considering he just spent the past three months in rehab for a nose-candy addiction, I’m trying like hell to keep things cool between us. If he can get his shit together, maybe there’s still a shot for him to rejoin the team. Although I doubt it. Our coaching staff definitely know how to hold a grudge and no one has burned more bridges than Tate.
“Hey,” Lili says, raising her head from her phone to cast a look in my direction. She takes me in—from my disheveled hair to my broad shoulders, before darting back up to my eyes again.
I cross the room in a few easy strides—I might as well get this over with—and lower my tall frame onto the sofa beside her.
“You’re back early,” she says, eying me with suspicion. “Tate said you’d be out late most likely.”
“Yeah. Just decided I wasn’t into the club scene tonight.” I run one hand over the stubble on my jaw and avert my gaze away from the form-fitting black dress she’s wearing that shows off her smokin’ body.
“You up for a little friendly competition?” she asks, tilting her phone so I can see the screen of the trivia game she’s been playing.
“Sure. Why not?”
I settle in beside her, trying like hell not to notice how freaking good she smells. A mix of floral shampoo and feminine skin.
We take turns answering the trivia questions, and she’s absolutely destroying me, but I try not to let it crush my ego. Lili has always been hella smart.
“How the hell do you know who the twenty third president is?” I scoff.
“American History last semester, I guess?” She shrugs, looking bored. In between answering questions, we also chat about her classes at Michigan and other safe topics, like books and movies.
Lili laughs when I admit the best movie I’ve seen lately is Must Love Dogs—a cheesy rom com on Netflix, that I actually enjoyed. The sound of her laugh is pretty—light and a little girly.
A momentary silence falls between us. “So why are you back early?”
“I just didn’t feel like being out, decided to call it an early night.”
“What’s so funny?”
“Tate told me you had a girl you were going to meet up with,” she says with a smirk, raising one manicured eyebrow at me, her phone and the trivia game we’ve been playing abandoned for the moment. “Why aren’t you hooking up with her right now? Did you strike out?” Her full lips tilt with the makings of a smile.
I have all her attention now, but I don’t want it like this—her laughing at me.
“I was texting with a girl, but no…we.” Why am I explaining myself to her? I don’t owe her an explanation. “I don’t strike out.” I meet her eyes. “I opted out and decided to call it a night. There’s a difference you know?”
She laughs again, the sound light
“You think that’s funny?”
Part of me wishes I could wipe that smirk right off her face. I’ve wanted to make her suffer just like she’s made me suffer for years. She makes me so crazy. I go stiff all over. Well, not all over. My dick doesn’t go stiff for Lili. Only because I don’t let it.
I cross one knee over my ankle and lean back on the sofa. “Actually what’s funny is what I overheard you saying on the phone to your friend earlier.”
I smirk, suddenly very interested in where this conversation might go. “Don’t look so surprised. You weren’t exactly being quiet. In fact, I wondered if you wanted me to overhear.”
“What exactly did you hear?” she asks, eyes narrowing, her voice going uncharacteristically quiet. Her bravado is gone and in its place is a trace of fear and excitement. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love it. It serves her right for teasing me. Quid pro quo, baby.
“You were in Tate’s room—cleaning I guess, and you were talking on speaker phone to your friend.”
Her breath hitches in her chest, and there’s something so satisfying about that—watching her go from confident to nervous in a heartbeat.
“You want to know what I heard?”
She nods, those inquisitive gray eyes latching onto mine, and refusing to let go. I’ve always loved her eyes, and the look she’s giving me has me thinking all kinds of thoughts. I’m held captive and suddenly speechless. Something is shifting between us.
“Well let’s see...” I tap my fingers on my knee. My heart jumps at the memory of overhearing her earlier tonight. “That it had been six months since you’d had any dick. You said you wanted to get pounded.”
She blushes as I repeat her words from earlier.
“That you needed a fuck so good you would forget your own name.”
“Logan,” she says, voice pleading.
I hadn’t seen much of Lili this semester, and considering my inappropriate thoughts whenever she was near, that was probably a good thing. Part of me had wondered if she was dating someone, which would have explained her absence. Why hang around your brother and his teammates if you’ve got a new fling in your life. But when I’d overheard her talking to her friend tonight about her lack of a sex life, I knew that wasn’t it.
“Should I continue?” My mouth lifts in a lazy grin.
It was the highlight of my night, for sure, overhearing her bare her soul to her friend. I felt the slightest bit bad that I could hear her sharing her private thoughts…not enough to stop listening though. I never imagined using her words against her, but hey, she’s the one who started this…teasing me about striking out. I sure as fuck don’t strike out.
“Please, by all means.” She waves one hand for me to continue.
Interesting. So she’s not as easily embarrassed as I assumed. In fact, she looks almost expectant, like she’s eager to see where I might take this.
“You said you wanted to get fucked so hard, you’d be walking funny the next morning. Does that ring a bell?” I ask, mouth pulling into a smirk.
“Maybe,” she admits.
I have no idea where Tate is or when he’s coming back. Which means I definitely shouldn’t be here flirting with Lili. With Tate though…who the fuck knows, he could be out all night. I could get a collect call at four in the morning asking for bail money.
Hockey was all he had, and when he got hurt…and then hooked on pain pills, and then later kicked off the team, it sent him straight into downward spiral.
But I’m not thinking about Tate right now. In fact, I’m not thinking about anything other than how fucking good Lili looks sitting across from me. She’s gorgeous. Surely any guy would give his left nut to take her to pound town. Present company included. Plus, I’m on a roll and there’s no way in hell I’m stopping now.
“So…why the dry spell?” I ask.
She looks down at her phone, as if realizing it’s still in her hand. Our trivia game is completely forgotten. She sets it on the couch between us and gives me those eyes again. “I guess no one interesting has caught my eye in a while.”
The next words are out of my mouth before I have a chance to think them through. “I could help you out.” My voice has all the innocence and sincerity of asking an old lady if I can help her across the street.
Lili doesn’t laugh though or tell me to fuck off, like I half-expect. “What do you have in mind?”
My heart stumbles over itself. I can’t believe she’s indulging me in this conversation. Surely, she’s about to put the brakes on this entire thing. But since she hasn’t yet… I may as well go big or go home.