Page 6 of Interception

“Careful, Zoey, you sound a little jealous.” I don’t know why, but I want to ruffle her feathers a little.

“In your dreams.” I top up her glass. Getting just a fraction too close, a buzz of electricity runs through my veins when her breath catches ever so slightly. She’s quick to mask it. “Do you not understand personal space?”

“The lady doth protest too much. I think you enjoy having me up close and personal. You already admitted you think I’m hot. No need to backtrack now.”

“You have a high opinion of yourself, Cooper Danford.”

“Those were your words, not mine.” There’s a twinkle in her eye. She likes the bravado. It’s written all over her face.

Faith breaks the tension, launching into some funny stories about her dad. It’s always good to get the dirt on Coach, and she’s definitely got a flair for comedy. As much as I’m enjoying listening to her, I can’t take my eyes off Zoey. She’s stunning.

When Hunter finds his balls again, he strides into the living room and straight over to Faith before sitting down next to her and pulling her into his lap.

“Your room is set up, ladies. What have I missed?”

What the ever-loving-fuck? I have never seen Hunter doing any kind of PDA with a woman he’s dating. Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him dating. Picking someone up at a club or after a game—sure. Watching him with Faith right now is some Twilight Zone shit. Zoey looks as shocked as I feel.

“Fuck. You guys aren’t fuck buddies. You’re legit into each other.”

“Thanks, bro. No pressure.” Holy shit. Zoey’s stare snaps to Hunter, her eyes burning a hole right through his forehead.

Faith recognizes the warning signs from her friend and jumps to Hunter’s defense. “There’s no label.”

“She’s not my fuck buddy. This is real.” I’m not about to poke the bear. I know when my best friend is serious and when I should keep my mouth shut. I’m speechless. When Hunter rocked up here last week with a busted hand, I thought there might be more to this fling with Faith than just sex, but I wasn’t prepared for him to have real feelings.

Zoey doesn’t have the same problem as me. She’s not backward in coming forward when it comes to advocating for her best friend.

“You get one chance. Hurt her or ghost her the way you did this week, and I’ll break your other hand, and your legs, and your face. Got it?” She’s feisty as fuck, and I just want to jump her right now.

“Yes, ma’am.” Hunter isn’t going to mess with her, that’s for sure.

“Well, all right then. Enough of the Spanish Inquisition. What have you boys got for entertainment around here?” Hell, yes. If she wants to be entertained, I’m more than happy to oblige.

“Boozing, banging, and boxing.” The three Bs of a good night, and if I play my cards right, I can add the fourth B to the equation—breasts.

“Boxing?” Seriously, that’s what she heard?

“X-Box. That’s what you chose to pick up on?” She gives me a sly grin.

“Well, I already have the booze, and these two are the ones who are going to be banging.” The glint in her eye and the way she bites her bottom lip gives her away. She’s teasing me.

“I’m a gracious host, Zoey. I wouldn’t want you to feel left out. I’ll happily provide you with as much banging as you can handle.” My cock twitches at the thought of getting her underneath me. I like her sexy little mouth.

“You couldn’t handle me, Coop.” There’s an undertone to her words. If she wants to challenge me, I’m up for it, or I’d happily die trying.

Hunter whispers something in Faith’s ear before taking her hand and leading her down the hall. One thing’s for sure, Faith isn’t sleeping in the guest room tonight.

And then there were two.

“Can I get you another drink?”

“Sure. One down, right? Just the banging and boxing to go. Do you have anything harder?” There are so many things I want to say right now, but I hold my tongue. I guess my face didn’t get the memo. “I mean liquor. You have such a dirty mind.”

“I said nothing. If anything, you’re the one with the dirty mind. Tell me, what hard thing did you assume I was thinking of?” Her eyes rake the length of me, her gaze coming to a standstill when she reaches my crotch.

“Vodka. Do you have any vodka?”

“Sure.” I can feel her eyes on me as I walk over to the liquor cabinet. “You want it straight up or with a mixer?”

---