Page 24 of The P*ssy Next Door

I hugged him, and at first, he flinched, like he'd forgotten what it felt like. “Thank you, Xan. That's all I ask.”

He held me tight for a beat before releasing me, his gaze sliding to the supply closet door. “He's here, isn't he?”

I bit my lip, fighting a grin. “Maybe.”

Xander rolled his eyes, but I caught a hint of a smile tugging at his mouth. “Right. Well, I'll leave you to... whatever it is you two are doing. But I'm watching him, Wills. One wrong move, and he's toast. I won't fucking let him hurt you.”

With that, he strode out of the café, the bell jingling merrily in his wake. I wasn't sure exactly what had just happened. And I wondered how much of it Hayes had heard. Hopefully the mops cut off some of the sound.

The closet door creaked open, and Hayes peeked out, a hopeful expression on his face. “Is it safe to come out now?”

I laughed, feeling lighter than I had in days. “Yes, you dork. Now get out here and help me close up. I believe we have some sneaking around to do.”

I'll say one thing about football players, they are hard workers with the right motivation. Those floors had never been mopped faster or been cleaner in the history of ever.

When we were done, I'd convinced myself to ask Hayes to climb over the fence into the backyard of my house to come over. Mostly because it was kind of hot to think of sneaking around with him.

He beat me to the punch. “Come over to my place?”

“I was gonna ask you the same thing.”

“No way anyone in your family is going to interrupt our evening if you come to mine.”

Good point. I checked up and down the street to make sure Xander wasn't parked somewhere nearby and spying on us and then got into Hayes's car with him. But when we pulled into his driveway, the lights in his living room were not only on, but flashing.

“Shit. I forgot. There’s a live stream tonight.” He looked at me like the last piece of pie that someone else had just ordered. “I can cut it short. I swear. Come in and I'll kick the guys out in just a few minutes.”

“You're cute. Don't hurry. I've got my Kindle.” I reached into my bag and pulled it out to show him. “I'm happy to read for a bit while you play. I don't want to take away time from hanging with your brothers.”

He leaned in and brushed his lips across mine. “I've been hanging with them my whole life and I've only got a few months with you.”

I grabbed the shoulder seams of his shirt and yanked him close. “You listen to me now, Mr. Kingman. You kiss me and tell me to enjoy my book while you play video games, and we'll get along just fine and dandy. You hear me?”

“Yes, ma'am.” He grinned and did as he was told, once again kissing me till I forgot all about my book and his games and his brothers.

Until one of them knocked on the window.

“Quit making out and bring your girl inside already,” one of Hayes's older brothers hollered at us and walked toward the front door with a curvy woman on his arm.

“Wait, do your brothers bring dates to games night?” Why did I have the feeling I was about to walk into a Kingman orgy or something?

PURR STATE UNIVERSITY

HAYES

Willa and I walked into my living room, and I pushed down a nervous niggle in my brain. She knew my family, the twins especially since we'd all been in the same class, but this felt like we were walking into a reception and there were going to be questions.

And that was the opposite of sneaking around. I hoped she was going to be okay with this. I could still call the live stream off if she wasn't.

“Hey, guys,” I called out, greeting everyone. It was a full house tonight, and I liked that. Felt more like a home filled with family. “I brought new talent.”

Five heads swiveled toward us. Flynn and Gryff gave a wave, but I could already sense the buzz of their twin telepathy rehashing our convo from last night. Fuckers had better be on their best behavior.

“Well, well, if it isn't the infamous Willa Rosemount,” Everett said with a grin, standing up to greet her. “Nice to finally meet the girl who's got Hayes all twisted up.”

I shot him a glare, but Willa just laughed. “Twisted up, is he? Good to know.”

I rolled my eyes, gesturing to the others. “You know Flynn and Gryff. And if I'm lucky, you won't remember Everett. And that's Isak.”