Down and Dirty (Hot Jocks #5)(41)

Until a loud, unwelcome bang hits the door, and my heart almost stops. What the fuck?

“Wrap it up, Covey! I need to piss!” Asher calls through the door, totally killing the mood.

Fuck.

I tuck my still-erect dick back into my jeans and pinch the bridge of my nose, hissing out a shaky exhale. “Be out in a second!” I call.

“Oh no he’s not!” Aubree calls out to Asher, even though he can’t hear her. She’s not on speakerphone. Her moans and gasps were for my ears only.

“Shit, I’m sorry about this.” I rub one hand over my face.

A huge groan of frustration pours out of Aubree. “This is awful. Your teammates suck. I hate them.”

“I do too.” I chuckle. “But I’ll make it up to you when I get back. I promise.”

“I’m going to hold you to that,” she says.

I grin, despite the massive case of blue balls I’m sure I’ll have later. “Please do.”





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This or That





Aubree



“Cats or dogs?” I’m sitting at the kitchen table in Landon’s newly furnished apartment, twirling lo mein noodles around a set of chopsticks, and waiting for his answer to this obviously crucial, but very easy-to-answer question.

Our low-key evening started with a half-hour debate about what takeout to order and has turned into a full-on game of trying to agree on anything whatsoever. So far, Chinese food has been the only common ground we’ve found.

When Landon takes too long to answer, too preoccupied with his sweet-and-sour chicken, I repeat the question. “Cats or dogs? Come on, this is an easy one.”

“Dogs,” he says with a firm nod. “I like cats, but they’re kind of boring. I could see myself adopting a golden retriever someday. Maybe even two.”

I wrinkle my nose. “Two big dogs is way too much. Two cats, on the other hand, is totally doable. They’re so low maintenance.”

“Because they’re not any fun,” he says, pointing a chopstick at me before grappling with a piece of chicken. After a few hilarious seconds of fumbling, he tosses the chopsticks aside and grabs a fork. It’s oddly adorable. “I’ve got one. Chunky or smooth peanut butter? On three. One, two . . .”

At the same time, he says chunky and I say smooth.

Figures.

“I told you. We’re opposites on everything.” I reach across the table toward his plate of yummy-looking chicken, but he drags it away from my chopsticks.

“Why didn’t you just order your own?”

Unamused, I frown at him, and he gives in, sectioning off a portion of chicken and scooting it onto my plate.

“Chinese food is meant for sharing, especially with your wife,” I say with an eye roll. “I’ve never met anyone who just orders one thing and keeps it all to himself.”

“Well, now you have. There’s a first time for everything, right?” A smug grin tugs at his lips.

All bickering aside, there’s a certain first time I’m sure we can both agree has been on our minds. The thought of our first time has been burning a hole in the back of my mind, well, for weeks now, but especially since he opened the door tonight looking so deliciously masculine.

The scruff on his jawline is a little grown out from his weekend away with the guys, and his bright blue eyes twinkle with excitement to see me. Whether we make it to the bedroom this evening or not, I’ll be riding the high from that look in his eyes all night. There can’t be any drug quite like knowing the man who has been occupying all your thoughts has missed the shit out of you too. Even if he is a stupid dog person.

“Okay, one more.” Landon leans forward, determination flickering in his blue eyes. “I think we might actually agree on this one. Coffee or tea?”

I nod. “On my count. One, two . . .”

We’re interrupted by the sound of my phone buzzing in my purse again and again.

“Sorry.” I grab my bag off the back of my chair, digging through to silence the buzzing. But one look at my screen, and I know these aren’t texts I can ignore.

“Holy shit!” I half gasp, half squeal.

Landon lifts a brow. “Everything okay?”

“Better than okay.” I flip my phone around to show him the text from Elise, a picture of her left hand rocking a beautiful princess-cut diamond with a pair of twinkling sapphire side stones.

He whistles through his teeth. “Well, I’ll be damned. Justin locked it down.” Once the shock passes, his face breaks into a big cheesy grin. “Good for them. What an awesome couple.”

“An awesome couple who will no doubt throw an awesome wedding.”

Landon nods, popping another piece of sweet-and-sour chicken into his mouth. “And maybe we won’t have to fly halfway across the country for this one.”

I swat his arm with the back of my hand. “It’s their day. They can get married wherever they want.”

“Sure, but who wouldn’t want to get married here?” He gestures toward his floor-to-ceiling windows and the sunset-soaked skyline outside. This apartment really has the perfect view.

I push out of my chair, wandering toward the windows with Landon only a few paces behind me. The sun has nearly slipped beneath the horizon, casting a warm pink and orange glow across the park below.