Page 62 of The Bro-code

CHAPTER 12

LOSING STREAK

JAGGER

I’m alone in the locker room, two hours before our first game of the season.

None of my teammates will show up for at least another hour, it’s tradition. Because during this time, I’m supposed to sneak a bunny in here and get my good luck blowjob.

My phone chimes with a text message.

Jessica: Sorry, Jugs. I’m busy today. Maybe another time.

I groan.

What the fuck? It must be the tenth girl who shoots me down about this, when usually I have to fend them off to stake their claim on my pregame blowie.

I scroll through a few of the rejections I received since last night.

Madison: I would totally help, you know I have in the past. I’m busy tomorrow, sorry. Good luck with the game.

Courtney: Sorry, raincheck? Go Knights!

Ashley (the real Ashley, not Candace): I totally would and I’m honored you thought of me for the first game of the season, but I can’t. Girl Code trumps how much I like you, Jagger. Good luck tonight.

I’m about to turn off my phone, when one last text comes through.

Candace: I hope by now you understand that we’re serious about this strike. You know what you have to do to end it. Let me know when you’ve made up your mind and I’ll text you a list of restaurants to choose from for our first date. Until then, I’m afraid you’ll have to resort to DIY. Good luck tonight.

Dammit.

They’re serious about this crazy idea of a strike.

I exhale a slow, frustrated breath.

To be honest with myself, I’m kinda relieved that none of the bunnies want to blow me.

My heart isn’t in it when all I can think about is Bay.

Every time I close my eyes a flashback of that damn kiss plays in my head, making me painfully hard.

Even now.

Then the memory of our encounter last night in the kitchen makes me groan for an entirely different reason.

I was about to kiss her again, I wanted to so much and then… I chickened the fuck out and aborted mission. My lips landed on her forehead and seriously I wish someone would slap me for how lame that was. Fuck, if that wasn’t completely crazy, I would slap myself.

But what if all this sizzling attraction I feel every time I lay eyes on Bay was just one sided?

Have I imagined the crazy chemistry between us? When we kissed it felt as if the whole world had stood still.

She didn’t pull away. She fucking kissed you back.

True. But since she moved into the Gamma house, she didn’t seek me out; every encounter between us has been totally random.

That must mean that to her that kiss was just another kiss. A hot girl like Bay must have been kissed a lot and I was just one of those million kisses. A kiss that’s burned in my mind but that she probably has already forgotten.

Her nipples were two hard little points under her tank top last night. Almost as hard as you were.

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