Page 117 of Love to Hate You

I don’t give a shit. My sarcasm goes right over her head.

Instead of being offended, her smile widens as she presses her tits against me. I’m hemmed in on both sides by boobs. It’s not the first time this has happened, but it’s the first time I’m searching for an escape route.

“Absolutely! You’re always awesome on the field.” Vanessa gives me a sly look. “But I hear that you’re even more awesome in bed and we want to find out for ourselves.”

They continue to pet the hell out of my chest. And that needs to stop.

It’s gently that I pull their clinging hands from me. Neither of them look to weigh more than a buck twenty soaking wet, but I’ll tell you what, they’re stronger than they appear. It takes effort to pry them away.

“As much fun as that sounds,” I say with a grunt, holding their hands away from me. “I’m afraid that I have another commitment for the evening.”

Vanessa thrusts her bottom lip out. “Someone else got to you first?”

“We’d be happy to join you,” her friend chirps. “The more, the merrier, right?”

They press against me as if all that soft supple flesh will change my mind.

Jeez. What do these girls think?

That two sets of voluptuous tits can get a man to do whatever they want?

Alright, fine…Most of the time, that’s exactly what happens.

It goes without saying that most men love titties. End of story. Women know this and use it against us anytime they can.

“I don’t think so. It’s doubtful my girlfriend,” tasting the word on my lips feels good, “would appreciate that. But thanks for the offer,” I add, hoping there aren’t any hurt feelings.

Or outbursts.

I hold my breath waiting to see which way this will go.

Vanessa bats her lashes. “Are you sure she wouldn’t mind us joining in on the fun?”

Trying to imagine Daisy being anywhere near cool with this situation is hilarious. The corners of my lips tug upward. “Nah, she’s not the sharing type.”

They offer up more pouts. “That’s too bad.”

It’s more than time for me to extract myself from their hungry clutches. “Well, ladies, it was great running into you, but I’ve got to go.”

“Okay,” they say in unison.

I take a few steps away when one of them yells, “If anything changes, come find us. We’ll be around.”

I wave a hand over my shoulder not bothering to turn and meet their gazes.

That is so not going to happen.

I catch a glimpse of Noah across the room talking with a few of the guys from the team. Since there’s safety in numbers, I join them. The sharks are always circling after a win. The last thing I need is for Daisy to find me in a precarious situation. Not that she’s the jealous sort, but I know how I’d feel if there were guys hanging all over her.

Everyone is still talking about the play in the middle of the third quarter that turned the tide for us. As soon as we made that touchdown, the other team lost its steam and we were able to widen our lead. After about ten minutes, a few of the guys head to the kitchen for refills. Noah and I hang back.

“Where’s Ashley?” I ask.

Normally those two are joined at the hip. Although, now that I think about it, I haven’t seen her hanging around the apartment lately. I’ve been so wrapped up in Daisy that a bomb could go off and I wouldn’t notice.

He shrugs and takes a pull from his beer. An immediate answer doesn’t seem forthcoming. Which is odd. Obviously, he doesn’t want to discuss it. And I can respect that.

So, moving on…

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