Page 17 of Pucking Only
Skyler tilts her head back and her lips curl into a goofy grin. “Austin Butler is handsome and pretty. I could stare at his face all day.”
I scowl. “Since when have you been into pretty boys?”
She turns her gaze to me and presses her lips together. “I’ve always been into pretty boys. Why? Should I be into hulking muscle heads like you?”
“Hey, I work hard for this sexy-ass physique,” I snap. “Plenty of other women appreciate what I’m packing.”
Skyler blows a raspberry. “And you just love the attention, don’t you?”
Before I can retort, Jensen clears his throat.
“I think I should get Grace home,” he says in a strained voice. Grace is all over him, kissing his neck and rubbing her hand across his chest. I wince and gag.
“Grace, knock it off!” I bark. “You’re being gross.”
She gives me the finger but doesn’t stop trying to climb on top of Jensen. He manages to stand up and drags her with him. With a grunt, he hauls her up and over his shoulder. She giggles and reaches down to smack his ass.
I gag again.
“We’re going to take off,” Jensen says as Grace starts tugging at his shirt. “Skyler, it was good to meet you again. Carson, I’ll see you at practice.”
I give him a salute and he turns, strolling to the door. Grace waves at us with both hands, a big, idiot grin on her face.
Once the door closes behind them, Skyler lets out a whistle as she pulls her knees to her chest and plants her feet on the seat of her chair. “Someone’s getting laid.”
I wince, stretching one leg out in front of me and bendingthe knee of the other so I can rest my arm on it. “Don’t go there. I already feel like I’m going to throw up.”
She arches her brows at me. “What’s the matter? Can’t stand the thought of your sister going to pound-town?”
“No!” I groan. “I can’t stand the thought at all!”
She cackles. “News flash, she’s a grown-ass woman. She can do what she wants.”
Rolling my eyes, I push to my feet. “I’m well aware, Skyler.”
She hops up as well and tilts her head back to stare up at me. “You can be a man-whore but she can’t get the big O from her loving boyfriend? A bit hypocritical, dude.”
I frown down at her. “Why are we talking about this? And who told you I’m a man-whore?”
She shrugs and crosses her arms. “You’ve always been a man-whore and a cheetah doesn’t change its spots… stripes? No, spots. Cheetahs definitely have spots.”
“I haven’t always been a man-whore,” I counter. “I had a girlfriend in high school, remember? Elizabeth.”
Skyler makes a gagging noise and rolls her eyes. “Ugh, Elizabeth Norris. She was such a cliche, all popular and pretty and cheerleader-y, and you were a cliche for dating her.”
I almost chuckle at that but shake my head and grumble, “You’re ridiculous.”
“But I’m not wrong,” she counters, tilting her head back and locking eyes with me.
Gazing down at her for several moments I stare into her bright brown eyes which seem to darken as we stand there. I’m overwhelmed by a strange mixture of emotions. Irritation, amusement, frustration…lust.
Raging, fiery lust.
I clench my hands into fists at my side, baffled. There’s no way I could want her like that…no way! Not Skyler. Not annoying, intelligent, sexy Skyler…
Startled, I step back from her and stammer, “I…I need to go.”
She blinks. “Huh?”