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I groaned. “I don’t need to know about all the women who’d die happy to have Silas shove his cock down their throats.”
“Oh! You’re jealous!” She drew more figures. “If that doesn’t work, picture this one. Dylan’s on the couch and you’re on top of him, sitting up, of course. Then Silas sits on the back of the couch and you lean forward. Bing, bang, bam. Sex!”
“Okay… Can we pretend the third person is a celebrity or something so you can draw out more positions for me?” I scooted even closer and studied the drawings. “The thing I’m now worried about is that there are three of them down there. And…I have three places to put things. Only I’ve never put anything in one of them. What if they do that math and think it works out, though?”
“Are you talking about anal? Of course, you can do anal. Anyone can. You just need lube, a patient partner, and the love of Jesus on your side, especially if your partner is big.” She grinned at me and drew one last dirty picture, one with mepinned between two men with the third pushing his dick into my face. “There. You’d be stuffed fuller than a Thanksgiving turkey but I’ll bet you a hundred bucks that it’s the best sex of your life. Look at your little drawing’s face. Doesn’t she look happy?”
I was going to pee on myself if I kept laughing like I was. “I have to go pee. How do you want to do this? Unless you’re ready to go…?”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily. I have more positions to think up. Positions for you, Dylan, Silas, and Dwayne Johnson to get in.”
“The Rock? That’s who you’re picturing for me instead of your brother?” I laughed as her eyes went dreamy. “You would love my brothers. They have that same giant man thing going on.”
She sat up and clapped. “They’ll be out soon enough. Set me up, bestie.”
I stopped at the door and smiled at her, silly tears burning the backs of my eyes. “I would. You’re amazing, Casey. You’ve already been a better friend to me than any of the people I hung out with before.”
“Don’t make me cry, bitch. Go pee and then hurry back.”
I pulled open my door and screamed when there was someone standing there. Multiple someones. “What are y’all doing?! I have to pee! If I pee on myself, I’m never touching any of you again because I’ll be dead from the shame!”
Carter glared over my head at his sister. “You’re not upset, you little liar.”
Casey just shrugged. “Never said I was. I just said I needed girl talk and I did.”
I didn’t stick around to hear the rest of their bickering. When I got back, the guys had invaded my room and were staring down at the drawings Casey had done. She was happily pointing things out and clearing up who was who.
“And that’s Dwayne The Rock Johnson. He’s-”
“Casey!” I yelled it at the same time as Carter. We were yelling for different reasons, though. “Don’t show them that!”
“Don’t replace me with The fucking Rock!” Carter put his hands on his hips and glared at her. “Don’t draw my friends’ dicks, either.”
“If you can screw my friend, I can draw your friends’ dicks.” Casey closed my notebook and grinned at me. “I’m craving ice cream. You want to come get ice cream with me?”
“Am I the friend he’s screwing?”
Carter glared at me. “Of course, you’re the friend I’m screwing!”
I bit back a laugh and shrugged at Casey. “I could go for ice cream.”
33.
***Harper***
Despite the talk I’d had with the guys and our excitement to do more together, the next couple of days were so busy that I barely saw them. I would’ve been worried that they’d freaked out and wanted to walk back what they’d said but before I could even finish the thought, I’d get a text from one of them. Usually a dirty text that made my heart race. They had their first big away game, though, so Coach Hogan had demanded every minute of their free time.
The day of the game I was at home, glued to the TV, hardly breathing as I watched them. It had always been weird to watch Jake on TV. I’d normally felt a strange sense of embarrassment when he celebrated earlier than he should’ve or stormed off the field. It was different to watch Dylan in the same position. He had a quiet intensity that radiated off of him. When close-ups ofhis face were shown, his blue eyes were narrowed with a focus that sent chills down my back.
The sportscasters even spoke about it. They also talked for the first fifteen minutes before the kickoff about how they didn’t expect much from our team after we’d lost Jake the way we had. I’d ground my teeth together and prayed my guys shut them the hell up. They could destroy the team they were playing; I knew it.
We won the coin toss and Dylan was on the field after our special team ran the ball to the fifty-yard line. I held my breath as he snapped the ball and it was like time stood still as Dylan stepped back, scanned the field, pulled back his arm, and shot an absolute cannon down the field to Carter.
“Touchdown!” I jumped up and screamed, my heart in my throat with pride.
It didn’t stop. They’d found their stride. I was on my feet the entire time, screaming for them, cheering them on, and wishing like hell that I’d bought a ticket to be at the game. They were amazing. Dylan looked at ease on the field, his confidence shining as he proved that Jake was just another quarterback and not the end of our season.
During halftime my phone rang and as soon as I saw the name, I knew I was going to hear the same excitement that I felt on the other end. It was my brothers and they were no doubt watching the same game I was.
