perceived crimes against her.”
Brenna smirks defiantly. “Actually, I happen to find Coby incredibly appealing.”
“I’m sure you do,” I drawl. To the dumbass whose lap she’s on, I offer more encouragement. “You can do this, man. Crawl out of the darkness.”
When he finally speaks, the words are strangled, as if they’re being pried out of his mouth by force. “Sorry, Jake. I think I love her.”
She laughs, easily sliding off his lap.
Coby shoots to his feet, too. “We should go dancing tonight,” he says eagerly.
I sigh. “Weak bastard.”
With a sigh of her own, Brenna gently touches my teammate’s arm. “Sorry, babes, but Connelly was right. I was playing you.”
He gawks at her. “For real?”
“For real. I was manipulating you, and I apologize for that. You were an unwitting pawn in this little chess game between me and your captain.”
Coby looks so disappointed I have to choke down laughter. I don’t feel sorry for him, though. I did warn him.
Brenna turns to me. “See how easy that was?” She shakes her head irritably. “The only reason I’m not crying over this McCarthy thing is because it was a temporary arrangement. But let this serve as a warning to you, Connelly. Stay out of my life. My love life, my sex life, my life in general. You have no right to force someone to break up with me. That’s just childish.”
“And what you did right now wasn’t childish?” I challenge.
“Oh, it was. I don’t deny that. I absolutely stooped to your level, because I was trying to prove a point. If you mess with my life, I’ll mess with yours. Keep accusing me of distracting your guys, and guess what, I’ll start doing it. And based on what I just saw, it won’t be difficult at all.” She pats Coby on the shoulder. “Again, I’m truly sorry for involving you. For what it’s worth, I think you’re wicked hot, and I have this friend—Audrey—who I kind of want to set you up with. You’re exactly her type.”
Coby’s expression brightens. “Really?”
Brenna holds up her phone. “Smile. I’ll text her a pic of you and see if she’s interested.”
I watch in total disbelief as Coby actually stands there and poses for a picture. He flexes his biceps, for fuck’s sake. And then, to add insult to injury, he says, “Thanks.”
The idiot is thanking her. Christ. My teammates are unbelievable.
Brenna slides her phone into her purse and seeks out my gaze. “Enjoy the rest of your night, Jakey.” She gives me a wink. “And don’t forget… If you mess with me, I mess right back.”
7
Jake
I find myself in the kitchen at three in the morning chugging a glass of water at the sink. I’m not sure what woke me up. Maybe the thunder? It started pouring when Brooks and I got home from the bar and hasn’t stopped since. Not even a lull.
Or maybe it’s guilt that jolted me out of my slumber. I’d never admit it to Brenna, but…I do feel bad about sticking my nose in her business. When she’d confessed to liking McCarthy earlier, I can’t deny I felt like a total jerk.
“Oh!” a female voice squeaks. “I didn’t realize anyone else was up.”
I lift my head in time to see a shapely figure skid to a stop about six feet away. Either the shadows are playing tricks on me, or she’s wearing nothing but a thong. She takes a few steps forward, a curtain of blonde hair swinging behind her. The kitchen light flicks on, and yup, she sure is topless. Her tits are on full display for me.
“I’m sorry,” she says. “I thought I’d be alone in here.”
Yet for all her protests, she doesn’t make an effort to cover up.
And since I’m a man, I can’t help but stare at her chest. She’s got nice boobs. They’re on the small side, but cute and perky, with pale-pink nipples that are currently puckered from being exposed to the air.
But the coy twinkle in her eyes puts me off. Although I hadn’t heard anyone come in, I assume Brooks invited her over. And since she’s practically naked, I assume she and Brooks aren’t exactly pulling an all-night study sesh in his bedroom. Which means she definitely shouldn’t be looking at me like that.
“You’re crashing with Brooks tonight?” I ask as I rinse out my glass.
“Mmm-hmmm.”
I wrinkle my forehead. “When’d you get here?”
“Around midnight. And before you say it, yes, it was a booty call.”
I resist the urge to shake my head. Brooks Weston