Page 39 of That's Too Pucking Bad

“Good. I’m sick of your mood, man. I got a gift for you. Might help you get your head straight.”

I frown. “What gift?”

There’s a knock on the door.

“Enjoy,” Caleb says, and hangs up.

I roll my eyes, walking downstairs, already annoyed at whatever dumb shit he’s set up. I reach the door and swing it open. Two girls stand there, giggling. One’s blowing bubblegum, her lips slick and shiny. The other’s already peeling off her jacket, revealing the tiniest bra I’ve ever seen. They’re from Zeta Theta, a sorority known for sending girls as “gifts” to the hockey team when we win a big game.

“Heard you were lonely,” the bubblegum girl says with a wink.

“I’m not in the mood,” I say, stepping aside, thinking they’d get the hint and leave.

But the other one, the one peeling off her bra, walks right past me like she owns the place, tossing her jacket onto the floor.

“Don’t worry, Coburn,” she says, her voice dripping with suggestion, “we’ll do all the work.”

I grit my teeth. “What part of ‘not in the mood’ don’t you understand?”

Bubblegum girl laughs and steps closer, her fingers grazing my arm. “Come on, Zane. We know how to make it better.”

I watch as the other one saunters over to the living room, plopping herself on the couch, legs spread, her skirt riding up so high I can see the lace of her panties. She stretches, like she’s settling in for the night.

“This isn’t happening.” My voice is hard. “Get out.”

Bubblegum girl pouts, stepping even closer. “You don’t want to have a little fun? We heard you like to play rough.”

I stare her down, but she just smiles, daring me. Her fingers reach for the hem of her top, and she pulls it off in one quick motion. Now she’s standing there in nothing but her short skirt and a smirk.

I rub my temples, feeling a headache coming on. “I’m not interested in whatever the fuck this is. Leave.”

“We’re not leaving,” the girl on the couch says. She’s leaning back now, her legs wide open, flashing everything she’s got.

I sigh, closing the door behind me. It’s going to take more than words to get them out, clearly.

“You’re making this a lot harder than it needs to be,” I mutter.

Bubblegum girl giggles. “That’s the idea, Zane.”

“Yeah?” I step toward her, my hand gripping her wrist, but not too tight. “I said get the fuck out.”

She stares up at me, wide-eyed for a second, before her lips curl into a smile again. “Or what?”

I tighten my grip just enough to make a point. “Or you’ll regret staying.”

Her eyes darken, and she bites her lip, like she’s turned on by the threat. She leans in, lips almost brushing my ear. “Make me regret it, Coburn.”

God, I hate this. Every part of me hates this game. Caleb thought this would fix my mood? He’s losing his damn mind.

I yank my hand away and step back. “You’re both fucking insane.”

The girl on the couch gives me a lazy smile. “Caleb said you were a little intense.”

I glare at her. “Caleb’s an idiot.”

Bubblegum girl wraps her arms around my neck. I let her. Just for a second. Because I know the faster I play along, the faster they’ll leave.

But as she presses against me, all I can think about is Remy. How she smells like vanilla and coconut, not this cheap perfume. How she looks when she’s reading, those glasses perched on her nose. The way she bites her lip when she’s focused. Fuck, even the way she pushes me away every time I get too close. It drives me insane, but it’s real.

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