Page 19 of Players Love Hard
“Nah,” I say. “They can fend for themselves. I’m saving the leftovers for us.”
I only invited Preston, Drake, Tucker, and Trent. Killian came home with Preston, but he left ten minutes later to meet a girl from one of his classes.
Shannon stands up to pass plates of pasta and garlic bread around the table, and I can’t resist smacking her perfect ass.
She squeals and then slaps my hand away. “Knock it off, Jamie.”
“Are you planning to make this a regular thing?” Tucker asks Shannon, shoveling a forkful of pasta in his mouth. “Because I could definitely get used to this.”
“Me, too,” the rest of us mutter in unison.
I could get used to Shannon spending more time at the house. My friends seem to like her, and she doesn’t push me to define our relationship or any of the stupid shit girls normally do that irritates me. I never had that problem with Cece. She was so selfish and self-centered that she played nothing but games. One day I would feel on top of the world, and the next day she was ripping the rug out from under me, forcing me back to reality.
“Wanna play Mage Wars after we eat?” Preston asks me with a mouth full of food. “I’m finally out of level twenty-five. That one was such a bitch.”
“Oh, I love that game,” Shannon says.
Shocked, everyone at the table stares at her for an explanation.
I texted Shannon a few cheat codes for Mage Wars a few days ago. She’s sworn to secrecy, so I hope she doesn’t let it slip and share our secret. I want Preston to figure out the game on his own. Any advantage I can save for myself only gives me more of an edge over him.
“My younger brother loves it,” she elaborates. “I still live at home with my parents. At least for now. My brother makes me play with him. It’s the only way I can get him to go to bed on time. We play Mage Wars for an hour and then bedtime. Seems to work.”
Shannon has no clue how I gained the codes. I don’t like to talk about my dad that often because it feels like bragging when I do. She knows he owns a tech company, so I guess it’s time to share my secret.
“My dad created The Fallen Universe,” I tell her.
“Jamie’s a genius,” Preston tells Shannon, and her smile widens. “A total nerd.”
Preston tears into me all the time about being a nerd. That’s part of our brotherly bond, and that connection also helps us when we’re on the ice. We’re both defensemen, paired together, creating a different dynamic for our team. Coach Bryant says our familial relationships strengthen our ability to win and create advantages over our competitors. I agree with him one hundred percent.
“I like nerds.” Shannon scoots her chair closer to mine, our elbows touching on the table. “Especially hot ones that can shoot a puck.”
Shannon’s hand drops to my thigh under the table, my cock now hard again from the sensation of her fingers rubbing dangerously close combined with the sexy look in her eyes.
Hooking my arm around her back, I pull her into my chest. Her eyes burn a hole through me, sparking something inside me. Without thinking, I plant a kiss on her lips that turns into her slipping her tongue in my mouth.
Not until Tucker asks Preston if he’s ready for our game this weekend do I snap out of it and peel my lips from Shannon’s. Needing to get her alone, I lift her up from the chair and throw her over my shoulder. She yelps when I smack her ass as we exit the kitchen.
“What was that about?” Shannon asks as we ascend the stairs to my bedroom.
“I couldn’t control myself. You make me fucking crazy, Shan.”
Once we’re in my bedroom, I lower her to the mattress and crawl between her legs. She tilts her head to the side when I try to kiss her. Cradling the side of her face in my hand, I bring her lips to mine. Her eyes are open, wandering around my room inspecting it.
Shannon peeks over at the wall to our right, covered in posters. “Preston wasn’t kidding about you being a nerd.” She chuckles, staring at the poster of Captain Kirk with Spock and McCoy from Star Trek. But that’s only the beginning of my dorkdom. “A nerd who’s a good kisser,” she adds, shoving her fingers through my hair.
Shannon tugs at the ends of my hair to bring my mouth to hers. Cradling the back of her head, I suck on her bottom lip. She moans, greedy and begging for me to kiss her. Once our tongues collide, my head spins from the passion behind the kiss.
Slipping my hand beneath her shirt, I massage her tits over her lacy bra. She urges me to keep going, pushing up her shirt and bra to grant me easier access. “Touch me, Jamie.”
So eager, I’ve never seen her like this. I steal my lips from hers long enough to undress her. For a second, I stare at her gorgeous body.
She wraps her long, toned legs around my back, staring up at me with hunger in her green eyes. “I will die if you don’t touch me right now.”
I smirk at her comment and then bend forward to slide her panties to the side. Her shaved skin is slick from her wetness, and when I drag my finger along her slit, she hisses.
“Yes…” she practically cries out.
