Series Starter Firsts in Series Collection - Kaylee Ryan Page 0,348

see is Allison. My phone vibrates alerting me I have a new message.

Hailey: Hey, big bro! How are your classes?

Me: Good, buried in a mound of homework. Yours?

Hailey: Good. Diff from high school.

Me: Yea. Also, a hell of a lot more fun.

Hailey: True. What are you guys up to this weekend?

Me: Blitzen is having a party. You?

I am curious as to what she and Allison have planned for this weekend. However, I’m not sure that tidbit of knowledge is going to help my obsession. What am I now, a fucking stalker?

Hailey: Not sure. Need to check with roomie.

Me: You can come with us Saturday.

Why the fuck did I just do that? I need to stay away from Allison to get her out of my head. We’ve all been spending so much time together it’s like my brain is set on the Allison show and it’s a twenty-four hour, seven days a week marathon. I’m still struggling with this attraction I have for her. I thought maybe being around her would lessen the appeal, but it’s had the opposite effect. I only want her more. I need to hook-up with someone. Yes, that would get me back on track. The only problem with that is, all I see is Allison. I haven’t got laid since several weeks before I met her, not for the lack of available women. It seems everywhere I go there are beautiful women flirting with me or passing me their numbers, even when we are out with Hales and Allison. Hell, for all they know we’re two couples, but that doesn’t stop them. The only problem is I find myself comparing each and every damn one of them to Allison.

They don’t measure up.

Hailey: Thanks, but I want to go dancing.

Me: You both be safe call if you need me. Don’t go home with any losers.

Hailey: LOL! You guys too. Love you!

Me: Love you too.

Aiden walks in. “Hey, man, Blitzen just called and said the pipes burst in his apartment. The party tomorrow night is off. I told him he could crash here for a few days, you okay with that?”

“Damn, that sucks for him. Yeah, that’s cool; the couch is his.”

“So, any ideas for tomorrow night?” he asks me

“No, but I need to go out.”

Aiden raises his eyebrow at me in question. “Any particular reason?” He plops down beside me on the couch.

I point to the stack of books on my lap and the coffee table. I don’t need to tell him Allison is also embedded in my brain, and I need to focus on someone else to stop it. He knows how wound up she has me.

Aiden laughs. “No shit, I feel your pain.” Choosing to ignore the fact we both know Allison is the real reason.

“Let’s just go to The Warehouse,” I suggest.

Aiden nods. “Old faithful. Sounds like a plan.”

As soon as I walk into The Warehouse the next night, thoughts of that first night here with Allison and holding her close are front and center within my mind. I try to fight them off, but I’m losing the battle, slowly, painfully, as I relive every moment of that night. We push through the crowd to the bar and order a beer. Aiden spots Blitzen, so we head toward the two tables he and several of our teammates have pushed together. Aiden and I sit at the end of the table and easily slip into the conversation about Friday’s practice. We’re all chatting, drinking and having a good time when Mike, a defensive lineman, speaks up.

“Fuck, Mac, who is that hot ass chick with your sister?” he says as he tilts his head toward the dance floor.

I glance at Aiden as we both whip our heads around to see who he is looking at, even though we both know who the ‘hot ass chick’ is. My eyes instantly lock onto Allison and right beside her is my sister. I also notice that both of them are dancing very provocatively with two guys I can’t stand. My temper flares as I stand up, and Aiden quickly follows. We don’t even speak. We know what we need to do to protect the girls. We’re both fiercely protective of both of them. Aiden knows I hate Todd and Jason. I’d told him the story freshman year after we played them. We won, of course.

We approach the girls, and Hailey immediately sees us. She stops dancing and flashes a worried glance toward Todd, the dickwad she’s dancing with. Allison