Kissing in Cars (Kiss and Make Up #1)(34)

Matthew crosses his arms across his broad chest and doesn't respond.

"Yeah, sooo... I was at the game against Duke last year - that had to have been one of your best career games to date. That goal against Kuznetsov was one for the records books."

Matt purses his lips, but it's obvious the ego trip is softening his resolve because his feet shift and he hasn't hit me yet. Again, Molly groans, "Oh brother..."

"What did you say your name was?" Matt asks narrowing his eyes.

"McGrath. Weston." Before I can stop myself, my hand shoots out. "Good to meet you."

"I'm sure it is." He says with a sneer, and doesn't move an inch. Doesn't take my hand.

Molly was right: Matt is an *.

"Matthew!" Molly shouts. "Oh my god, don't be so rude." She stands next to me and grabs the hand I have extended, her warm body sidling up against mine. Matt looks down at our clasped hands and his wall goes back up.

Finally, he says "I might have heard of you kid. Must suck dick being compared to... me all the time."

Slowly, I nod. "Yeah but that only lasted my freshman year. That one year was all it took to break your high scoring record." I plaster a smug look on my face knowing I just royally pissed him off.

Matthew laughs with his head thrown back. "No f*cking way you broke my record."

"Well, no you're right. I didn't break it. I decimated it." Now it's my turn to laugh.

"You little f*cker," Molly's brother says, fists clenched at his sides. He takes a step forward.

"Hardly little, but...go on."

"STOP!" Molly shouts, pulling me by the hand towards the porch steps and pointing an angry finger at her dipshit brother. Wow, she is pissed. "Weston, you are leaving. Matt, get inside and find a good place to hide because when I come back in, I'm going to murder you for ruining my night."





MOLLY


As I'm stalking across the turnaround dragging Weston behind me, my freaking brother is standing on the front porch shouting "Don't think you're going to stand out there making out by your sex machine McGrath. Are you listening? I'm watching you!"

Ugh, what an idiot.

I see my mom open the front door and drag him inside as he struggles against her grip. Sheesh, what the hell mom? It sure took her long enough to get that maniac out of my business. I'll have to thank her tomorrow one more time for telling Matt about my date in the first place.

I drag Weston behind the Hummer and thank god the driver's side door is away from the house, cloaked in the dark shadow of the truck. I shove him up against the huge black vehicle before giving his arm a good smack, grateful for the fact that no one can see us.

"What is wrong with you two?" I hiss as he shrugs with a lazy grin on his face. "That wasn't a pissing contest."

"Come here." he says quietly, the low timbre of his voice in the dark making my stomach flip-flop. Leaning up against his dad's shiny truck with his legs spread wide, Weston pats his hard thighs inviting me to lean in. It all seems too...easy. Too comfortable. Too everything.

Shouldn't this be more - I don't know - awkward?

I feel like we've been doing this for...years.

Before I even think about what I'm doing, my body, of its own accord gravitates closer, stopping just shy of his knees. Even in the dark the sight of him stroking his legs while he watches me is erotic and the butterflies return, wreaking havoc on my insides.

"What? You're crazy." I shake my head and cross my arms.

"Babe, you're so adorable when you're pissed. Come here," he repeats, grabbing my hand before I can protest, and drags me until I'm standing in between those gorgeous thighs. I shake a little - I can't help it. This all is just too much for me to handle in one night: this large sexy hunk of a guy, my dipshit brother...

And holy shit, back up - did he just call me babe?

"I should go before he comes back out and forces me to knock him on his ass." Weston's calloused hands are softly stroking my bare upper arms and he leans in, nuzzling my neck with his nose. It tickles and, sorry, but I might have giggled softly.

"Stop that, I'm mad at you both." Even as I say the words I know they're a big fat lie, because I'm leaning into him too, lacing my fingers through his short hair. He moves his head around until he can plant a kiss in the palm of my hand.

"Aw, don't be mad, Molly..." his voice trails off playfully. "You make me feel so -"

"McGrath your time is up, get the hell outa here. Molly, get your ass back in the house." Matthew's loud annoying voice booms from the porch, and I vow I'm going to kill him in his sleep.

Weston's hands roam my backside, pulling me closer still. "Goddamn he's a pain in the ass."

You think?





Chapter Sixteen





MOLLY


"Life is good? That's all you have to say about it? Unacceptable." - Jenna, the morning after."



Let me tell you my ideal Sunday morning routine: Wake up to the smell of frying bacon, typically around Nine O'clock - or whenever I can pry my eyes open to the point where I'm functional. Most times, I'll open my laptop to check Facebook and surf the internet or I'll just lay in bed awake and read - that is, until I decide it's finally time to change into something decent and wander downstairs to eat breakfast.