Page 26 of The P*ssy Next Door
Willa came over to me for help with her set up. “You don't think Xan watches your stream, do you?”
“It's a distinct possibility. We've got a pretty big following at DSU, and it is football.” Seeing and hearing Willa on the live would definitely blow our sneaking around cover. “If you sit on that corner of the couch, you won't be on screen, and thanks to Isak, we've got a voice filter. You can sound like anything from a little kid to an old man.”
I set Willa up with a generic username and showed her how to play around with the voice filters. “You don't have to be on if you don't want to. We can?—”
“No, I want to. Xan never let me hang out with his friends like this.” She put her headset on and looked cute as fuck wearing it. I wondered if it would be too geeky for me to ask her to wear it for me later. Only the headset.
“And we're live,” Isak said and launched into our intro and naming tonight’s sponsors. I walked Willa back over to the couch, blocking her body with mine until she was out of screen. Then I hopped on and introduced tonight's players.
“Tonight's matchup is guest star Everett Kingman and Isak playing as, you guessed it, the Denver Mustangs, against big time rivals, the twin terrors, Flynn and Gryff playing everyone's favorite losing team, the LA Bandits.” The guys played their parts, cheering and booing like the dorks that we all were.
“We've got some special guests with us in the announcing booth tonight. Say hello to everyone's favorite Bestie, Penelope, and... super-secret sneaky guest announcer—” I glanced up at the screen name she'd chosen and snort-laughed so hard, I had to mute my mic for a second. “Please welcome... Patty Meowhomes.”
Willa smacked her lips and said, “Thanks, Kingman, good to be here, looking forward to a watching you all play with your balls.”
The chat on our live stream exploded. Lots of viewers asked if we actually had the KC Chefs QB in the house, because of course, Willa had chosen the voice filter that had her sounding like a twenty-something dude bro.
Pen leaned over to whisper something to Willa, and they both burst into laughter. I caught Everett's eye, and he grinned, shrugging as if to say, “Women, am I right?”
If Pen and Willa were already thick as thieves, that was one more point in my favor. It was harder to go off the lands unknown when you had lots of friends you were leaving behind.
We launched into the game, and while Willa was funny as shit with her commentary and trash talk, she actually knew the game and quickly won over the live stream with her game analysis. Of course, she also got a chuckle every time she changed her screen name. She went as Dijon Sanders, Puma Esiason, Joey Montuna, and my personal favorite of the night, Purringle McKringleberry - Purr State University.
I immediately changed my name to A.A. Ron Purrlawkay, and Pen became Stray Jay Kwelin. Even as the video game tournament heated up, I kept missing my announcements because I was stealing glances at Willa, loving how natural it felt to have her here, in my space, with my family.
I settled into the couch, Willa tucked against my side.Yeah, I could definitely get used to this. Sneaking around or not, having her here just felt... right.
Now I just had to make sure Xander didn't catch wind of our little arrangement. Because if he did, all bets were off.
But damn if it wasn't like the asshat had mental telepathy, because just as I thought that, Willa's phone buzzed. “Shit, it's Xander.” She yanked off her headset and held up her phone.
On my way with pizza. My way of apologizing for being a dick
Fuck a duck. I muted my mic and noted that at least it was the fourth quarter. If the two of us bolted, we'd only be missed for a few moments. “How long do we have?”
Willa was already grabbing her shoes, her fingers flying over the screen as she typed a response. Her phone buzzed again. “Like three minutes.”
“Okay, don't panic.” I stood up, trying to think. “We can get you home before he arrives.”
My brothers exchanged confused looks, but the twins caught on first.
“Xander?” Flynn asked, raising an eyebrow.
Willa nodded, biting her lip. “He's not exactly thrilled about me hanging out with Hayes.”
“Understatement of the century,” I muttered, and threw the sliding glass door to the backyard open. “Come on, this will be faster.”
We raced out the door, ignoring the catcalls and whistles from my brothers. I led Willa through my backyard, our hands clasped tightly.
“There is no way I'm climbing over that fence.” She ran toward it with me anyway, and she panted as we reached the fence separating our properties. “And don't you think for a minute you can just give me a boost. I'm a big girl and will not be responsible for taking out Denver's hope for the future with my ass.”
I grinned, boosting her up. “You're cute if you think I can’t pick you up, haul you over my shoulder, and carry you all the way up to your bedroom, Willa. These muscles are good for a lot more than just playing games.”
“Why is that so hot?” She yanked on my shirt and pulled me down for a kiss.
“I'd tell you two to get a room, but I think that might be what you were trying to do.” Isak jogged over with Flynn and Gryff right behind him.
“Welcome to Kingman Rescue Services.” Without even needing to coordinate, Isak, Flynn, and Gryff lined themselves up in front of the fence, Isak on his hands and knees, Flynn half bent with his hands on his thighs, and Gryff with locked hands in front of his chest, like a set of Kingman man-made steps for Willa to crawl up and over.