On the Sideline (BSU Football #3) - J.B. Salsbury Page 0,17
top step and lean back on my hands. I catch her staring at my chest and grin as her eyes widen as they slide down my ribs to my abdomen and then lower. A chuckle rumbles in my chest.
She startles at the sound, turns away from me and mumbles, “Stupid moon.”
I’m struck by how one girl can be so fucking sexy and cute at the same time. I must make her uncomfortable because every set of headlights that comes toward us she looks ready to race into the backseat and disappear.
“What are your plans for the rest of the weekend?”
She peeks over at me as if to check and make sure she’s the one I’m talking to. “Nothing much.”
“Really? No sorority things. Hobbies? Ya know, other than feeding healthy young men to your vipers?”
She tries hard to fight her grin and loses miserably gracing me with a genuine smile. “They’re not vipers. I have a king snake, a corn snake, and a ball python.”
“And which one did you feed me to?”
She rolls her lips between her teeth, then snort-giggles. “Guess.”
King, corn, ball… balls. “The ball python.”
Wheezing laughter is nearly soundless from her lips and it’s also contagious as I find myself laughing with her.
“I have to admit, that’s a good one.”
“Right?” She sobers a little. “I thought so.” She turns her body to face me, a tiny crease forms between her brows. “Just so you know, he wasn’t hungry. I fed him two days before. He wouldn’t have hurt you.”
“That’s a relief.” I can’t pull my eyes off hers when I say, “Now that I know your secret I won’t be afraid next time I wake up in your bed.”
Her gaze turns hazy and she hums, “Hmm?” so lightly I hardly hear it.
A set of headlights breaks the spell and she whirls around, but turns back when it passes by. “How about you? Any weekend plans?”
I consider her question, push up to curl my torso over my bent legs, and stare blindly down the street praying a car will come and distract her enough that I won’t have to tell her the truth. I plan to have a sexy sleepover with your cousin tomorrow night. I scratch my jaw and consider flat out lying, but that makes no sense. “Workout with the guys, do some shit around the house, and…”
A pair of headlights come around the corner and she looks down at her phone. “This one’s mine.” She snags her bag and hops down the steps to the street.
I stand watching her connect with the driver and making eye contact with the guy myself so he knows he’s got precious fucking cargo.
“Hey, Loren? Thanks again for the sticker.” She gets into the backseat of the Dodge minivan and it’s only then I realize she’s been holding that sticker the entire time.
I watch until the taillights of the van disappear around the corner and then head back inside. Spider carries a giggling Emery through the kitchen and to the stairs.
“It’s not my fault,” Emery squeals. “It’s the moon!” A fit of laughter is all I hear before he slams their door closed behind them.
What is it with the moon?
“Stop!” Rowan comes racing in from the backyard, topless, with her hands over her bare boobs while laughing hysterically. “I can’t be held responsible!”
Carey strides in behind her, tense, and focused, nostrils flared. “You better get in our bed fast or I swear I will do you where I catch you.”
She laughs and races by me, up the stairs and into their room with Carey on her heels.
Kaipo comes inside next shaking his head. “Kids these days.”
“What the hell happened out there?”
“The moon.” Kaipo sets some dirty glasses in the sink. “Apparently it’s a scientific fact that soaking up moonbeams makes girls horny as fuck.”
Stupid moon.
Is that what Bex was feeling while she stared at my chest?
I stare at the front door thinking about the missed opportunity I had with her only minutes ago. Had I known she was turned on by me, I would’ve…done nothing.
I would have done nothing.
I’m dating Riley.
Riley, dammit!
Fuck!
Chapter Six
Bex
I like doing homework on Saturday nights. I know that makes me an anti-social loser, but the truth is, unless Eta Pi is having a party, the house is mostly empty and quiet on weekend nights. The sisters that like to party are out, sometimes until the following day, and the ones who prefer to chill are quiet and keep to their room.
I’m on my bed working on my research