Page 94 of Unleashed

Greg sucks in a deep breath and shrugs as his gaze drops to my chest. “I didn’t recognize you without all the junk on your face.”

Aware that my nipples poke through my T-shirt, I clear my throat and cross my arms over them. “Does that mean you’re cheating on your girlfriend with me?”

He makes a face. “She and I aren’t exclusive. I can do whatever the hell I want.”

“And you chose me?”

“Damn,” he gripes and throws his legs over the side of the bed. “Don’t make it a big deal.” It is for me.

As he checks his phone, maybe to see if his nonexclusive whore texted him, I try to see who he’s talking to but can’t see the screen well from here. “Just don’t jizz on the shower walls.”

Greg sets his phone on my dresser and licks his lips at me. “I’d rather jizz on you.”

I toss one of my pink heart pillows at him, but he dodges it. When he jumps, his dick and balls bounce heavily in his underwear, and the throbbing between my legs returns with backup. He grabs his gym bag and lugs it into the bathroom. I feel bad that Greg has no place to call home anymore.

Not my problem. He’s a big boy...enormous. Damn it. He needs to find somewhere else after my dad leaves.

After turning off the lamp, closing the curtains so the light doesn’t keep me awake, and pulling down the blankets, I flop onto my bed and sigh at the ceiling as I dig my legs under the sheet. I hear him turn on the shower and open the linen closet in the bathroom. I picture him in there naked, and I drool. Greg will rub one of my towels all over his delicious body.

No way. He’ll wipe it on his ass and leave it on the floor for me to pick up.

Still, I think of Greg naked as I hear the hollow sound of water splashing in the shower. Finn may have a six-pack to show off on TV during the occasional half-naked dare, but Greg’s abs are tighter and not begging for attention like my brother’s. I doubt Finn got his ripped abs at the gym, and more like from all the sex he has with Hadley. I’ve seen and heard way too much of those two jackrabbits. Gag.

I roll onto my stomach and try to get comfy, but that won’t happen with Greg here.

SOMETHING TRAILING over my leg opens my eyes. The room is dark, and I realize I must’ve fallen asleep. I guess I underestimated myself.

“What the fuck?” I complain into the darkness, swatting at whatever is on me. A soft laugh makes me realize it’s Greg.

He pushes on my arm. “You’re hogging the bed, Garrison. I was just trying to scoot you over.”

“There is plenty of room for you. If you don’t like it, go downstairs or to Amos’s. Maybe slide in next to my dad.”

“Ha. Ha.” Greg rustles around under the sheet, trying to get comfortable. “Keep your paws to yourself, and we’ll be okay.”

I glower into the darkness. “Me? No problem.”

“Good.”

“Good.” I roll away from him in a huff, tugging the sheet to my shoulder. The sound of our breathing and cars passing the apartment dot the silence. Closing my eyes to chase away the weepiness, I can’t control the trembling breath that escapes against my pillow. I’m close to ragtime. That’s all.

I clear my throat. “We have practice tomorrow afternoon.”

“On our day off?” I nod against the pillow, and Greg sighs. “Your brother is such an asshole.”

“He wants us to win. Don’t be so dickless.”

The mattress moves and then slopes toward me. Before I’m able to look over my shoulder, Greg is right behind me. “Dickless? Are you sure? Because I just gave it to you twice and you enjoyed it. Thoroughly.” His proximity alone makes me wet, and my clit throbs again. It doesn’t help when he presses his hardening groin against my ass. My body is Greg Rodwell’s willing hostage, and my heart, his previous and next victim.

I almost moan but hum instead. “You give it to Blueberry Muffin and whoever else. Maybe Strawberry Shortcake in Durham before you came back? You can’t forget about Lemon Meringue—I mean, Sylvie. She has the hots for you if you didn’t notice and wants you to fuck her. You have little left to go around for me.”

I hear Greg grinding his teeth next to my ear. “You’re fucking anyone who loans you a pencil in class.”

“Nobody uses pencils anymore, Grandpa. You know nothing.” His loud inhale gives away his exasperation. Awesome. I win. Give this girl an award.

“I see most. Not including me, you’ve been with two guys I know of since I returned.”

“So? I broke you in, Rodwell. You’re welcome. I hope your fruit-flavored bitches appreciate it.”

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