Page 40 of The P*ssy Next Door

BUNCH OF DICKS

HAYES

We walked into my house, Willa's hand clasped tightly in mine. I had every intention of taking her directly up to my room, stripping her naked, and finding a whole lot more of her kinks. I'd already downloaded a half dozen romances so that I could properly study what turned her on. I acquired them upon Trixie's recommendations, and she guaranteed they were what she called spicy. Chris assured me that was an incredibly good thing.

“Look, superstar.” Willa pulled my hand to stop me from going up the stairs. “I know exactly what your plan is right now, and I am equally excited, but all I've had to eat today is very fancy junk food and alcoholic childhood drinks, so if you don't feed me something with actual nutritional content and protein, I will either pass out on you or throw up on you. Neither of which is particularly sexy.”

While she was right about my sole focus being to take her to bed, a deep sense of contentment washed over me at her request that I feed her. The weekend in Miami had been a whirlwind of emotions, both on and off the field, but having her want something so... domestic from me made everything feel even more right.

“So you're saying a bowl of cereal isn't going to cut it?” I usually ate out on Sundays with the guys, and the service I paid for meals prepped specifically for professional athletes didn't deliver until tomorrow. Which meant I had diddly squat in the fridge and cupboards.

“I am definitely saying that. I was thinking poké?”

She was never anything but interesting. “I don't know what that is, but you haven't steered me wrong with the other international cuisine you've subjected me to, so let's do it.”

“It's basically a sushi bowl.” Willa shrugged.

Huh. Interesting. “Right. Cool.”

Willa gave me some side-eye. “Hayes, are you telling me you haven't ever had sushi?”

I was more of a chicken and rice guy, but I liked fish fine. Salmon and trout were pretty common in my diet. Although that was cooked. “I hear it's good protein.”

We'd barely settled onto the couch, takeout menus pulled up on our phones, when a knock at the door popped our peaceful bubble. Frowning, I disentangled myself from Willa's legs across my lap and padded over to answer it.

Alexander Fucking Rosemount stood on the other side, a six-pack of beer dangling from his hand and a too-bright smile plastered on his face. “Hey, man. I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop by to congratulate you on the big win.”

Caught off guard, I stepped aside to let him in. Xander's gaze landed on Willa, and I saw a flicker of a few too many emotions flash across his face for me to read before he quickly masked it with a sheepish expression.

“Oh, hey, Willabean,” His tone was forcibly casual, and I hoped it was because he really was trying to come grips with me dating his sister. “Didn't expect to see you here.”

Willa shifted uncomfortably, and she scooted to the other side of the couch. “Yeah, we just got back from Miami. Hayes invited me over to get a bite to eat. We were about to order poké.”

“Right, of course.” Xander hefted the six-pack, his eyes never leaving mine. “Well, I brought some tasty beverages that would go with the food.”

I exchanged a loaded glance with Willa. I knew it would mean a lot to her if Xander and I weren't at odds with each other. He saw every second of that and rubbed a hand along the scruff on his chin.

“And you know, it's been ages since we've hung out, and I figured I ought to be the one to, uh, fix that.”

I just wasn't sure I trusted that this peace offering was the true nature of Xander's impromptu visit. But what could I do? Telling him to get out because I had plans to make his sister come half a dozen times while I learned exactly how she liked her pussy eaten was probably not the right move here.

So, with a resigned sigh, I gestured for him to take a seat. “Yeah, it has been a while. I'm always down to catch up with an old friend.”

Xander gave me a tentative smile and cracked open a couple of beers for us. Even though he knew I didn't drink much and never during the season. It was a peace offering and I'd take it. He launched into a story about our high school glory days, and Willa excused herself to the kitchen.

“Let me get some glasses for the beer, Xan. We're grownups and drinking legally now.” I shot him some finger guns, trying to act all casual. I was anything but as I followed Willa into the kitchen.

“I'm so sorry,” she murmured, taking a step back when I tried to draw her into my arms. “I had no idea he would just show up at your house like this. But I should have guessed he'd do something. No way he didn't see me at the game today.”

I gave her the space her body language was screaming at me to allow her. This was not how I thought this evening would go either. “It's not your fault. Maybe he's actually trying. That would be good, right?”

“Maybe.” She rubbed her chin in exactly the same way Xan had. “He's actually a good guy when he wants to be.”

I gauged the look on her face, and when I got a hopeful smile back, I pressed a kiss to her hair, breathing in her sweet scent. “Then let's hope he wants to be.”

I grabbed some tall glasses out of the cupboard, and we rejoined Xander in the living room.

“Let's get some of Willa's fancy pants fish food, huh?”