Page 22 of One of Them Girls

“Jack,” I warn.

Cassi laughs. “I thought you would never shut up. Let’s get back to me whooping your ass.”

As we continue to play, I glance over at Cassi more and more. She’s beautiful, sure, but I’ve never met anyone like her. She has this feisty personality that makes her shine that much brighter. Add in the mouth like a sailor, and she’s a catch.

I find myself comparing her to Tinsley. Tinsley’s beautiful, with a soul made for a saint. She’s always so sweet and forgiving.

I can’t imagine her ever wanting to play a video game, let alone owning us guys as she does it.

Tinsley’s an angel, but Cassi? She’s a firecracker.

“Stop staring at my tits and play the game, Avi,” Cassi bumps into me, gaining my attention again.

“Can’t help it. Listening to some of those words fly out of your mouth, I had to look to make sure you were real.”

“Never heard a woman curse before? Buckle up, buddy. This is going to be a long night.”

A long night it is, but I wouldn’t trade a minute of it.

* * *

Cassi

“Come on, lazybones. Up in the bed you go.”

I smile and crack my eyes open. “What are you doing?”

Xavier lifts me easily into his arms, standing. He places me on his bed, pulling the blanket over me.

“You fell asleep on the floor. It looked uncomfortable.” He brushes a piece of hair away from my face.

I scoot over and pat the spot beside me. It’s a twin-size bed, so it will be a squeeze, but fuck if I don’t want to get up and go home right now.

“You can take the bed. Don’t worry about it. I’ll take the floor,” Xavier leans down to grab a pillow, but I grab his arm instead, pulling him down next to me.

“We are two adults who are old enough to share a bed. This way, we both get to be comfortable,” I reason with him.

“Are you sure? I really can sleep on the floor.”

“Stop arguing with me and get in here.”

He finally slides under the blanket next to me, but tries to give me space. I squash that real quick, cuddling into his chest. He stiffens.

“You can touch me, you know. I’m not going to melt,” I tease.

His hand reluctantly comes to rest on my side.

“There you go,” I quip.

He chuckles. “You don’t give anyone a break, do you?”

I smile against his chest. “Nope. When you grow up with a brother and his best friend who’s there just as much as he is, you learn to get some thick skin. I don’t know how to act any other way.”

“So you can hang out like just one of the boys?” he asks.

I purse my lips before speaking. “I suppose you could look at it that way. In high school, guys seemed reluctant to date me. Sometimes it was because of my brother, but others I don’t think they could handle that I could give as good as I could take.”

“It can be intimidating to some guys. Having a woman who can do the things they can do. Let me guess, you can change the oil in your car yourself.”

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