Page 11 of Playboy

“I’m fine.” I adjust my seat belt so I’m comfortable. “You all don’t have to keep checking on me like I’m going to lose it any minute.”

With a grin, War glances down at my groin and back up. “I was asking about your dick. It’s the big weekend. You’re finally off probation.”

At the mention of it, phantom pain tingles inside my pants. Dammit. I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to the feel of the bar or the ring. “Since when do you care about my dick?”

His smirk grows. “Since I’m trying to get you to smile.”

I roll my eyes, but his comments have the desired effect. “I’m fine. Seriously.”

I glance at Aiden. His head is bouncing, which means he’s singing the songs he’s made up for each play as he and Noah run through them two rows in front of us. It’s what he and I would normally do before a game. Aiden communicates by singing. It throws off the other team. Every game is different. He changes up lyrics and song choices in order to keep our opponents from figuring out our plays. It’s not easy to keep up with his brain, but it is fun. And it’s like using flashcards to study. It’s not the physical flashcards that cement the information in a person’s brain. It’s going over the plays consistently that makes our game strong. Putting lyrics to plays creates little ear worms, and they get stuck in our heads. It’s kind of genius, really.

I glance back at Keegan. Wonder if we should come up with our own thing?

“You know he’s not replacing you, right?” War says.

Without my permission, my attention darts to Noah. “No, he actually literally replaced me,” I say evenly. There’s no sugarcoating it.

“I mean as our friend.” War’s voice is low. Like he knows I wouldn’t want this conversation to be broadcast to the entire team. “Regardless of what line you’re playing on, our friendship hasn’t changed.”

I survey Aiden. It certainly feels like it’s changed. Though I keep that to myself. War isn’t an emotional person when it comes to most things, but he makes an effort when it matters. When the people who matter to him need it.

I’m touched that he’s gone this far. That he’s sitting here and talking this out. Sure, he’s my captain, and sure, the general good of the team has something to do with it. But that’s not his primary motivation. As hard as he looks on the outside, he truly cares.

“Yeah.” I sigh. “I know. Appreciate it, man.”

He nods. “It’s going to be a good weekend. We’ll kick ass tomorrow, then we’ll relax. I can’t fucking wait to get my wife in that hot tub.”

I ignore the part about his wife in the hot tub. The two of them look like opposites in every way, but they work. “I’m excited about the house. It looks awesome.”

“And Hannah will be there,” he murmurs, his elbow on the armrest between us.

“Nope.”

That single word has me spinning.

My sister walks down the aisle, head shaking, and when she stops in front of me, hands on her hips, she frowns.

“What do you meannope?”

Millie accompanies Gavin as often as she can. Vivi too, though I don’t see her. That’s concerning. My sister is nicer when her daughter is around.

“I mean nope. As in no, you will not sleep with my friend. No, you won’t even think about it.”

War barks a laugh, but when Millie glares at him, he sucks it in. “She’s serious?”

I eye my twin. It’s hard to believe we shared a womb. She’s five-foot-two, and I’d be surprised if she weighed more than a hundred and thirty pounds. I’m six-one and weigh two-ten. Regardless of our size difference, her death glare is scarier than my muscles in this moment.

“Hannah’s an adult,” I say. “If she wants to enjoy the company of me and my glitter dick, who are you to stop her?”

Once again, my mouth and the words that come out of it don’t do me any favors. Fuck my life.

Millie bends at the waist, her face only inches from mine. “I told her years ago she could touch you at her own risk. But I’m telling you, if you make things weird with my bestie, I’ll talk to your coach, who I’ll remind you, I fuck.”

A full-body shiver runs through me as she stands tall, her lips twitching into a smirk.

“I thought twins were supposed to be best friends,” War mutters as she walks away from us, that evil smile still on her face.

I cross my arms, lean back, close my eyes, and smile. “We are best friends. Didn’t you hear? She just gave me the all-clear to fuck her best friend.”

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