Page 360 of Unexpected Ever After

Sweater Weather

Mandi Beck

To Ran, always.

And to all of my readers. This story has been a long time coming. Thank you for sticking with me.

Chapter 1

Levi

Bodies. Wall-to-wall bodies. Writhing. Grinding. Leaning. Dancing bodies. Some in way fewer clothes than Boston in January calls for, but I am in no way complaining.

With a drink in hand, I make my way through the crowd to my kitchen.

"Yo, Sexton! What's up, my man?" Murphy James—my friend, roommate, and the best damn goalie in the league—greets me. "You see your sisters and their friends?" He bites down on one of his knuckles. Homeboy has it bad for my little sister’s best friend. As long as it's not Millie, I'll let him live. I'm already down one roommate who thought it would be cool to date one of my sisters. I can't handle any more of that shit right now.

"No. What the fuck are they even doing here? You invite them, or did Benny?"

The guilty-as-hell look on his face gives me my answer. "I might have told them they could come if they brought Raegan." He shrugs. "Figured Benny would have told Maeve anyway, though," Murph says, referring to our traitor roommate and my other sister.

"And did they?" I question. Shaking my head at his dumb ass and trying not to growl at the mention of Benny Hayes and Maeve. Clearly still a wicked-sensitive topic with me.

"Oh yeah. And some other chick. Wicked hot, bro. Never seen her before. Cubbie called dibs," Murphy tells me with a grin, knowing damn well that I don't give a fuck what Cubbie calls.

Topping off my drink—juice since I gotta be on the ice early—I slap him on the back and go to find my sisters. I know they're safer here in Hockey House than anywhere else on campus, but still. You put a bunch of drunk college boys together, then throw in a set of twins, and you're asking for fucking trouble. Shit goes down at these parties that I like to pretend my little sisters don't know about, let alone participate in. Definitely shit I don't want them to see me participating in.

I catch a flash of red hair in the sea of people in the living room and weave my way in that direction. Stopping to say hi to people along the way. Some with high-fives and a clap on the back, others with a wink and a slap on the ass. I need to find my sisters and get them out of here. I’m catching serious fuck-me eyes from Nora and her friend. Can’t for the life of me remember her name, but I do remember that she sucks dick like a porn star and that she and Nora are always up for a good time. With that in mind, I point at the ceiling and the bedrooms up there and mouth to Nora, “Later.” I grin when she nods her head. Yeah, my sisters need to go. I don’t care what Benny says. He can go with them.

After a few more minutes of searching and stopping, I finally find them in the yard by the bonfire, making their red hair look like it’s literally on fire. Coming up behind the pair, I tug on Millie’s ponytail, only knowing it’s her and not Maeve by the number ten on the back of her Fulton University hoodie. The twins are identical. I’m not even sure my mother can tell them apart. Mill whirls around, ready to fight until she sees it’s me.

“Levi, you punk! I almost hit you,” she says, shoving my shoulder.

“Wouldn’t have hurt, short stack,” I tease before going all serious older brother. “What are you doing here? Does Dad know?”

“Hi, Levi,” Maeve says sweetly, squeezing me around the waist. Maeve is sugar, all sweet and pure, whereas Millie is cayenne pepper and just this side of evil, always getting them into some kind of trouble.

“Hey, Maevey. Dad and Mom know you’re here?” I question since the evil twin isn’t answering.

Plucking the red Solo cup out of Millie’s hand, I bring it to my lips for a sip to make sure it’s not alcohol. She flips me off when I hand it back to her, satisfied that it’s the same juice I’ve been drinking.

“Just checking, Mill, can’t have any underage drinking here.” That earns an epic eye roll, but I don’t care. They won’t be drinking here or anywhere else on campus. They’re nineteen, which doesn’t really matter in college, but it sure as fuck does when you have an older brother at the same school.

“Daddy knows we’re here. He said we could come, but when you said it was time, we had to go straight home.”

Millie rolls her eyes again. “Dad wanted me to remind you to be in his office at six.”

“Yeah, I’ll be there.” I nudge Maeve. “Where’s your boy? He not showing his face because I blacked his eye?” I ask smugly. To say I didn’t take it well when I found out my friend and roommate was dating my sister is the understatement of the fucking year. He had it coming, though, and he knew it. He broke rule one of Hockey House, Thou shall not fuck with the Sexton twins. I’m the only one of the roommates with sisters, so that rule was sacred and taken seriously until Benny got my sister in a different state and away from my watchful eye. Fucker. I asked him to keep an eye on them. He took it a little too fucking seriously.

“He’s not hiding, you bully. He’s at the Pro Shop working for another hour. I told him I’d wait here,” Maeve tells me.

I nod and am just about to ask if they know what Dad wants when Raegan walks up with some smokin’ hot chick I’ve never seen before. Must be the new girl. Her gaze lands on mine. Bored gray eyes take me in for a moment, giving me time to do the same to her. She’s a little shorter than the twins, way shorter than Rae, who towers over her, probably five-four at the most. Her honey-colored hair is tied back with a black ribbon, giving her a sexy schoolgirl vibe. She’s dressed casually, more like my sisters and less like most of the girls here. Her jeans have holes in the knees, and she has a long-sleeved Tennessee Arrows shirt on, the number eight etched right above her heart, teasing over an awesome rack. Girl’s got curves for days. “Oh my god, Becky,” I mumble under my breath as my gaze lands on her rounded hips, and I catch a glimpse of a perfect bubble ass when I crane my neck a bit to see around her.

There’s a chorus of throat clearing that finally has me bringing my eyes back up to her face. An eyebrow raised, a look of utter disgust on her face, her nose crinkled with it making me notice the light splash of freckles there and across her cheeks. Somehow, they don’t make her look like a toddler, the way I swear my sisters’ freckles make them look. No, these are sexy. Adding to that schoolgirl thing.

“You’re new,” I say, ignoring my sisters shaking their heads at me from behind her. They obviously appreciated me checking out their friend as much as she did.

“And you’re an asshole,” the new girl with the killer rack spits out, calling my attention to her full lips and the beauty mark above her mouth, Marilyn Monroe style. She’s a fucking smoke show.

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