Page 15 of Shes my 1 Try

“I’m gonna kill her,” I grouse, running a hand through my hair, planning all the ways I’ll make my cousin suffer.

“Don’t be mad at her,” Kennedy offers, a gentle hand on my forearm. “She wants the best for you. Besides, when you joined the Dingoes, you joined more than just a footy team. You joined a family and nothing stays secret for long in a family.”

Kennedy’s words about family play on my mind on the drive home. Do they really consider me part of the family already? Still doesn’t excuse my actual family from divulging what’s been happening with me.

“I will get you back for that, Mandy,” I mutter, turning up the steep road that leads to my house. “You just wait…”

My words trail off as my phone rings, the dashboard display showing a name I’m not expecting. Accepting the call, my heart beats a little faster as I answer. “Wiley? Is…is there something wrong?”

Saying her name out loud does things to me. The thoughts I couldn’t stop of her on her knees, my cock deep in her throat and me telling her how well she’s taking it, play havoc with my voice.

“Um, no. not with me,” she says hesitantly, the sound of her voice turning my semi into a full-blown hard-on. “But I was going to ask you the same thing. I just…it sounds stupid now that I’m saying it out loud. But I had this feeling like you were mad or angry. God, the first time we speak on the phone and you’re gonna think I’m a looney. Sorry, I shouldn’t have rung you. I’m just gonna go?—”

“No!” I shout way too loud, the idea of her hanging up the worst thing I can think of right now. “I mean, please don’t.”

Silence hangs in the air as I pull into the driveway and grab my phone to head inside, but it’s Billy’s advice that pops into my head. “I…I’m glad you called. And you’re not crazy, I am feeling a little…mad. Nothing you need to worry about, though.”

“It is weird that I sensed your feelings, right?” There’s hesitation in her voice, a wish perhaps that she hadn’t said it.

“Weird is good,” I smile, punching the code into my front door. “I don’t think I’d like you as much as I do if you were some stuck up snob.”

Even as the words come out, my heart lodges itself in my throat, the thudding consuming my senses. What if she thinks it’s too soon? What if?—

“I like you too.”

It’s a simple enough statement, but it’s enough and I throw caution to the wind, and turn our first voice call into a video call.

“There she is,” I sigh, when her face comes into view. “Cute girl herself.”

“Says the cute boy,” she laughs, pink colouring her cheeks, and I swear to god, my heart explodes.

“I’m never gonna live that down, am I?” Mischief fills her blue eyes, and my breath stalls as she skates her tongue across her bottom lip.

“I’m sure the world would love to know how much of a dork Asher Scott is.” She winks playfully.

I don’t know where she is or what she’s doing but she seems relaxed, her long hair down, the waves of fiery brown tumbling over her shoulder and I want to slide my fingers through it, tugging her mouth closer so I can claim it.

“I doubt that very much.” I shake my head as I head into my bedroom and flop down onto the bed.

“Is that your…bed?” she asks with a sigh, bringing a hand up to her mouth and tugging on her lip.

“Hmm, would you like it to be?” I tease, holding my phone higher so she can see more of me and my bed.

“Are you asking me to be in your bed, Asher?” The way she says my name. Fuck, I never knew a sound could be so perfect. And maybe it makes me an egotistical jerk to like hearing the sound of my name from her lips, but I’ll own it if I can keep hearing her say it.

“That depends, Wiley. Would you like to be in my bed?” The slight part of her lips has my cock standing to more attention than I think I can stand much longer and the way she runs a hand down her throat…fuck!

“I think it’s something we’d both like,” she utters quietly, and I sit up, the idea that she might be here, that wild hair of hers spread out across the bed as I fuck her senseless, my new favourite thing.

“Promise?” I rumble, Wiley’s breath catching at the sound.

“Uh-huh,” she mumbles, and I’m seriously contemplating jumping in my car and driving up to Sydney.

Opening my mouth to say something, I close it. I can’t say it. It’s absolutely too soon.

“What was that?” Wiley pulls her phone closer to her face and I spot little aqua flecks in her eyes. “You can’t do that.”

“Do what?” I pitch my head backward, unsure what she’s seen.

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