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  I laugh. “I’m making pasta and meatballs since I have so many mouths to feed. It shouldn’t be that bad.”

  “So, you and Jamie…” She raises an eyebrow. “What’s going on with you guys?”

  I shrug, unsure of how to answer. “We’re friends, I guess. Not sure. So far we’ve kept everything casual.”

  “You guys hooked up, right?”

  “We made out in the backyard at the Delta Sig house. That’s about as far as we’ve gone.”

  “But things are getting serious.” Her tone matches her intense gaze. “I can tell he really likes you. Jamie hasn’t dated anyone that I know of, and I know everyone.”

  I snort at her comment. “We’re friends.”

  “With benefits,” she adds.

  “I guess. I’m not sure what to call it.”

  “You wouldn’t offer to make dinner for his teammates if you didn’t like him as more than a friend.” A beat passes between us before she continues, “You and Jamie look cute together, I hope it works out.”

  “Thanks, I hope so, too. I really like him, but there’s a part of me that’s so afraid to get too close.”

  She sits up and pulls her legs into her chest. “Jamie’s one of the good ones. You should give him a chance. Guys like him don’t come around that often. Most of these trust-fund babies are so spoiled rotten they collect women like trophies. But Jamie is different. His dad didn’t come from money, and because of that, Jamie wasn’t raised like most of the guys on campus.”

  “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” I remove my cell phone from my pocket to check the time. “I have to get going before I have a house full of hungry hockey players attacking me.”

  She covers her mouth and chuckles. “Depending on how you look at it that’s not a bad thing.”

  I roll my eyes at her, laughing.

  * * *

  Ten minutes later, I knock on Jamie’s front door, my heart slamming into my chest. Anxiety rushes over me in waves, nerves churning my stomach. Why am I so panicked? I want to cook for Jamie. His teammates will only create more of a buffer, one I so desperately need right now.

  Jamie opens the door, a bright smile on his lips. He looks adorable with his brown hair falling onto his forehead, his blue eyes illuminated by his boyish expression. Why didn’t I kiss him years ago? How stupid of me not to make my move back in freshman year.

  “Hey,” he says, holding open the door for me.

  I step inside, and as he closes the door, he hooks his arm around my back, pulling me into a quick hug. “We’re having Italian. That’s about as far as I got.”

  “You’re helping me cook,” I remind him. “You can taste test while I work.”

  He smirks. “Good, because I’m starving.”

  We walk through the living room where we run into the Kane twins—Trent and Tucker. They’re tall and gorgeous blonds, identical in every way. I had a hard time telling them apart when we first met. If Tucker didn’t spend so much time on Greek Row, it probably would’ve taken me longer to get to know him. He’s hit on me tons of times over the years. Every time, I tell him to get lost. He’s a real player, never without a woman on his arm.

  Trent is less of a manwhore, though not by much. All of the guys on the hockey team have their pick of women. Girls throw themselves at them in the most embarrassing fashion.

  Trent looks up from his cell phone to wave to me while Tucker makes a comment about me being Jamie’s girlfriend. Jamie doesn’t correct them, and I hate to admit that I like the sound of being his girl.

  Before we reach the kitchen, someone comes crashing through the front door, slamming it behind them. The sudden noise causes me to jump and stumble into Jamie. He hugs me closer to his side, his muscles flexing beneath the tight fabric stretched across his thick chest. In a long sleeved compression shirt that fits him in all the right places, Jamie’s body is a work of art. I haven’t seen him without a shirt yet, but I sure want to.

  I turn around to find Killian Kade standing next to Preston Parker. Killian is well over six feet and muscular, with black, wavy hair that sweeps over his forehead.

  His eyes find mine, and when they do, his face lights up. “Oh, good you’re here. What are we eating?”

  “Yeah, I’m hungry,” Tucker adds from the couch in the living room. “What’s for dinner?”

  “I told you they would be a pain in the ass,” Jamie says against my earlobe, his breath on my skin sending chills down my spine. “We better get cooking before they start annoying you.”

  “I can make some snacks real quick,” I say, stepping into the kitchen. “Hand me the tomatoes, some basil, olive oil, and garlic.” I point at the fresh loaf of Italian bread I spot on the table in the corner of the room. “I’ll cut the veggies, you slice the bread.”

  Jamie nods and then assembles the ingredients in front of me, standing next to me to help prep. Five minutes later, I shove the bowl I prepared between us and tell Jamie to grab a spoon. He helps me top the toasted bread with the tomato, herb, and olive oil mixture.

  “Take a tray of this out to the living room and keep your friends out of here. The less distractions we have, the faster we’ll eat.”

  Jamie lifts a platter of bruschetta. “You got it, boss lady.” He winks and then disappears into the living room, giving me some room to breathe.

  I can handle dinner with his friends, though I don’t know if my nerves can. Now, I see why Tucker called me Jamie’s girlfriend because it sure as hell feels like it. And it was all my doing.

  Chapter Seven

  Jamie

  Standing behind Shannon, I slide my hands to her hips caging her against the kitchen island. She wants me to help her with dinner. I haven’t done much other than sneak bites and keep my teammates out of the kitchen. The entire house smells of herbs and garlic, a delicious aroma that causes my stomach to rumble.

  All of the guys are starving, myself included. I burned off so much energy during practice that I’m salivating over the meal Shannon’s preparing for us.

  “You’re doing more distracting than cooking,” Shannon coos, her voice soft and low. “You should make yourself useful and stop bugging me.”

  “Cooking isn’t one of my strong suits,” I whisper against her neck, slipping my hands beneath the seam of her shirt, feeling her stomach.

  She leans her head back and moans. “Jamie, c’mon…”

  I suck on her earlobe, loving the sight of her lips parted, nipples hard and poking through her shirt. My cock presses into her ass. She groans when she feels my length, and I want nothing more than to bend her over the counter and fuck the tension from my body.

  “I changed my mind,” I say as I suck her earlobe once more. “I want to eat you for dinner.”

  “You’re so bad, Jamie.” A smile stretches across her perfect, plump lips I want wrapped around my cock. “But you’re waiting until after we eat.”

  “Fine,” I whisper low enough for her to hear. “Then, I’ll eat your pussy for dessert.”

  She chuckles, rubbing her ass into my painfully hard erection. I can’t even think straight when she does this, let alone move. And when Preston pops his head into the kitchen, he gives me a look, one eyebrow raised.

  “When are we eating?” he asks.

  “Five minutes,” Shannon says. “Go set the table.”

  Preston laughs and then looks at me. I point at the cabinet where we keep the dishes, and he actually does as Shannon asked. I’m shocked. I expected him to tell me to do it. As the team captain, he’s so used to ordering all of us around that sometimes I have to remind him that his job does not extend off the ice.

  Once the food is ready, I help Shannon arrange bowls, plates, and serving dishes on the dining table at the far end of the kitchen. We take a few seconds to ourselves without my friends interrupting. Shannon hops up on the counter, and I slip between her spread thighs. Running my hands up her legs, I wish we were alone now more than ever. It’s been a while since the last time I had sex. Unlike
my friends, I don’t hook up with every girl on campus.

  I lift a bowl of penne and pinch the pasta between my fingers, feeding it to Shannon. She bites into it, licking her lips with an intense look in her eyes.

  But our foreplay ends when Drake walks into the kitchen. “Hey, dick,” he says. “Would you stop feeding your girl with your fingers? The rest of us have to eat from that bowl.”

  It sounds weird hearing my friends call Shannon my girl, but I honestly don’t mind. In fact, I like it. A little more than I would’ve thought. The more time I spend with Shannon, the more she grows on me, and that freaks me out. Because the last woman I let into my life attempted to destroy it.

  I set down the bowl of pasta and step out from between Shannon’s legs to help her down from the counter. She giggles when I whisper all the dirty things I want to do to her into her ear.

  “We were taste testing,” I say to Drake.

  “Great,” he growls. “Now that your slobber is all over our food, I can’t wait to eat it.”

  After Drake yells into the living room, my friends take their usual places at the kitchen table with Preston between Drake, Tucker, and Trent.

  Preston leans back, his chair propped against the wall. “Give him a break,” he says to Drake, pointing at Shannon. “Nerds don’t get as many chances to hook up with girls who look like that.”

  Shannon chuckles under her breath at my side.

  “Hey,” I say to Preston. “I can hear you, Spidey.”

  He hates his nickname. Since he’s named after Spider-Man, how can I not give him shit? Preston’s like a brother to me, and we fuck with each other all the time. He can dish it out, but he can never take it. Sore loser.

  Everyone laughs except for Preston, who’s wearing a bitter scowl.

  “Don’t call me that,” he growls, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s your dad’s fault I got stuck with this name.”

  “Your dad shouldn’t have bet mine that he’d beat him at video games, of all things.” I pull out a chair for Shannon and then take a seat at the table next to Tucker. “He should’ve known better.”

  “What’re you guys talking about?” Shannon flicks her dark locks over her right shoulder and moves her chair closer to mine.

  “Our parents are best friends—” I begin.

  Shannon interrupts. “Wait, did you guys all grow up together?”

  I nod. “Parker’s mom is my dad’s best friend. They’re kind of like brother and sister.”

  “So, that makes you two like brothers.” She points at Preston and then me.

  “Yeah,” I say. “Sort of. We’re all family, like one really weird dysfunctional family.”

  Drake snorts. “Speak for yourself.”

  Shannon glances around the table at each of us. “That’s pretty cool. You guys all knew each other before you came to Strick U. It must make it easier for you to play hockey together.”

  “I don’t know about all that,” Drake interrupts.

  “It’s definitely an advantage we have over other teams,” Preston says. “Coaches have a hard enough time getting all the egos to play together.”

  “We fight all the time,” Tucker says.

  “True,” Preston counters. “But we don’t stay mad at each other for long.”

  Drake laughs. “I just beat the bitchassness out of you.”

  “You wish.” Smirking, Preston motions his finger toward his chest. “Come at me, bro. Let’s see how tough you really are.”

  Drake shakes his head, entertained by Preston’s proposal.

  Trent holds out his hand to silence Drake. “I’m hungry. Would you two stop measuring dicks until after we eat?”

  “You guys are crazy.” Shannon laughs, filling a plate of pasta for each of us. “I hope you all brought your appetite because I made tons of food. Jamie said you can eat an army under the table, so I kind of overdid it. There’s enough left over for the rest of your teammates if you want to invite them.”

  “Nah,” I say. “They can fend for themselves. I’m saving the leftovers for us.”

  I only invited Preston, Drake, Tucker, and Trent. Killian came home with Preston, but he left ten minutes later to meet a girl from one of his classes.

  Shannon stands up to pass plates of pasta and garlic bread around the table, and I can’t resist smacking her perfect ass.

  She squeals and then slaps my hand away. “Knock it off, Jamie.”

  “Are you planning to make this a regular thing?” Tucker asks Shannon, shoveling a forkful of pasta in his mouth. “Because I could definitely get used to this.”

  “Me, too,” the rest of us mutter in unison.

  I could get used to Shannon spending more time at the house. My friends seem to like her, and she doesn’t push me to define our relationship or any of the stupid shit girls normally do that irritates me. I never had that problem with Cece. She was so selfish and self-centered that she played nothing but games. One day I would feel on top of the world, and the next day she was ripping the rug out from under me forcing me back to reality.

  “Wanna play Mage Wars after we eat?” Preston asks me with a mouth full of food. “I’m finally out of level twenty-five. That one was such a bitch.”

  “Oh, I love that game,” Shannon says.

  Shocked, everyone at the table stares at her for an explanation. It’s not often men hear women say they love any video game other than old school shit like Super Mario Bros. or Sonic the Hedgehog. I texted Shannon a few cheat codes for Mage Wars a few days ago. She’s sworn to secrecy, so I hope she doesn’t let it slip and share our secret. I want Preston to figure out the game on his own. Any advantage I can save for myself only gives me more of an edge over him.

  “My younger brother is obsessed with it,” she elaborates. “I still live at home with my parents. At least for now. My brother makes me play with him. It’s the only way I can get him to go to bed on time. We play Mage Wars for an hour and then bedtime. Seems to work.”

  Shannon has no clue how I acquired the codes. I don’t like to talk about my dad that often because it feels like bragging when I do. She knows he owns a tech company, so I guess it’s time to share my secret.

  “My dad created The Fallen Universe. Mage Wars is based on one of his earlier games,” I tell her.

  Surprised, her eyes grow as wide as her grin. “Are you kidding me? That’s so cool.”

  “R.E.G.A.N., the artificial intelligence in the game, is named after my mom,” I add.

  She holds her hand over her heart and sighs. “Really? That’s so cute. Your dad sounds like a keeper.”

  “My mom thinks so,” I joke.

  “Jamie’s a genius,” Preston tells Shannon, and her smile widens. “A total nerd.”

  Preston tears into me all the time about being a nerd. That’s part of our brotherly bond, and that connection also helps us when we’re on the ice. We’re both defensemen, paired together, creating a different dynamic for our team. Coach Bryant says our familial relationships strengthen our ability to win and create advantages over our competitors. I agree with him one hundred percent.

  “I like nerds.” Shannon scoots her chair closer to mine, our elbows touching on the table. “Especially hot ones that can shoot a puck.”

  Shannon’s hand drops to my thigh under the table, my cock now hard again from the sensation of her fingers rubbing dangerously close combined with the sexy look in her eyes.

  Hooking my arm around her back, I pull her into my chest. Her eyes burn a hole through me, sparking something inside me. Without thinking, I plant a kiss on her lips that turns into her slipping her tongue in my mouth.

  Not until Tucker asks Preston if he’s ready for our game this weekend do I snap out of it and peel my lips from Shannon’s. Needing to get her alone, I lift her up from the chair and throw her over my shoulder. She yelps when I smack her ass as we exit the kitchen. My friends are usually the ones who do shit like this, and I probably should’ve stopped myself.

  “What
was that about?” Shannon asks as we ascend the stairs to my bedroom.

  “I couldn’t control myself. You make me fucking crazy, Shan.”

  Once we’re in my bedroom, I lower her to the mattress and crawl between her legs. She tilts her head to the side when I try to kiss her. Cradling the side of her face in my hand, I bring her lips to mine. Her eyes are open, wandering around my room inspecting it.

  Shannon peeks over at the wall to our right covered in posters. “Preston wasn’t kidding about you being a nerd.” She chuckles, staring at the poster of Captain Kirk with Spock and McCoy from Star Trek. But that’s only the beginning of my dorkdom. “A nerd who’s a really good kisser,” she adds, shoving her fingers through my hair.

  Shannon tugs at the ends of my hair to bring my mouth to hers. Cradling the back of her head, I suck on her bottom lip. She moans, greedy and begging for me to kiss her. Once our tongues collide, my head spins from the passion behind the kiss.

  Slipping my hand beneath her shirt, I massage her tits over her lacy bra. She urges me to keep going, pushing up her shirt and bra to grant me easier access. “Touch me, Jamie.”

  So eager and impatient, I’ve never seen her like this. I steal my lips from hers long enough to undress her. For a second, I stare at her gorgeous body. Shannon might not be thrilled about dancing on a bar this weekend, but she sure as hell has the body of a dancer.

  She wraps her long, toned legs around my back, staring up at me with hunger in her green eyes. “I’m gonna die if you don’t touch me right now.”

  I smirk at her comment and then bend forward to slide her panties to the side. Her shaved skin is slick from her wetness, and when I drag my finger along her slit, she hisses.

  “Yesss…” she practically cries out.

  Slipping two fingers inside, I circle her clit with my thumb. “I love how wet I make you.” I bend forward to kiss her, and she moans against my lips. “Damn, Shan.”

  My cock is hard, so turned on by the sounds she makes that I hope I don’t come too fast. She’s driving me fucking crazy as she writhes beneath me.