Jock Rule (Jock Hard #2)(50)

“Teddy?” I throw out.

“Oh I’m def adding that to the short list.” She picks up her cup again. “You want a sip? It’s hot chocolate.”

“No thanks.”

I can’t believe how friendly these girls are. They’re nothing like Cameron and Tessa, and they’re definitely friendlier than Mariah, who would never have befriended a stranger at a sporting event—unless it was a guy.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at the rugby house before,” I venture cautiously.

Renee makes a face. “That’s because we don’t hang out there. It’s nothing but cleat chasers and gold diggers—I won’t let Brian party there without me anymore.”

“Right,” Miranda agrees. “Besides, the house is so dirty. No one cleans it.”

“What about you?” Renee asks. “Do you hang out there?”

I laugh. “Ugh, that’s where I met Kip. He, um, caught me at the keg, pouring beer for people, and—I don’t know. We became friends in an awkward sort of way.”

“Awkward sort of way? What do you mean?” Miranda cocks her head, interested.

“You know, we’ve been hanging out at his place, and just…it’s different. He doesn’t give a shit about what anyone thinks, and he’s kind of rude, and sometimes I’m shy so we’re opposites that way. Plus, I didn’t think I’d like him because of the whole beard thing. It was really off-putting at first, but…he’s grown on me.”

Grown on me—an understatement if there ever was one.

“And you’re just friends?”

“I mean…yes?”

“Why the question mark at the end?” Renee leans in. “Do you like him?”

“I might?”

“Does he like you?”

He likes my body, I can’t stop myself from thinking.

“Shit—he sees you! Act natural.” Miranda nudges me in the ribcage. “Don’t look at him!”

I look.

She clocks me again. “I said don’t look at him.”

“Why? Why can’t I look?”

“Guy 101, that’s why! If he sees you watching, he’s going to think you don’t have a life and you just came here to see him.”

That makes no sense.

None.

At all.

“But I am watching. That is exactly why I’m here—to see him.” I sound like I’m defending myself, but there’s laughter in my voice.

I’m having fun with these two—more fun than I’ve had with Mariah in a long, long time.

“Miranda, give her a break.” Renee giggles. “Okay, he’s not looking over here anymore. You can relax.”

Like that’s going to happen. “Can I watch him once the game starts?”

“It’s called a match, and yes, you can watch him once it starts, which is in”—she checks her phone—“less than ten minutes. They usually try to start on time.”

“I hope they call it early—I’m freezing, and Thomas is taking me to dinner.”

“Speaking of freezing,” I carefully start. “I was, um, at Kip’s last night, and he had no heat. It was awful.”

I’m desperate to discuss what happened with someone who isn’t going to have an angle, like Mariah, who would pump me for information about Kip—not for me, but for herself.

I’ve realized over the past few weekends that she doesn’t have my best interests at heart, not like a best friend should, and it’s probably time to distance myself from her.

“You were at Kip’s place, and you had no heat. Interestingggggg.” Miranda wiggles her eyebrows. “So what did you do to keep warm?”

More brow wiggles.

“We…” I hesitate. I’ve never engaged in girl talk like this before, gossiping about my own relationships, because I’ve never had any to gossip about. I test the waters. “Snuggled.”

“You snuggled.” Neither of them look impressed with my answer.

I nod, biting down on my lower lip before busting out into a smile.

“Did this snuggling include any exchange of bodily fluid?” Miranda impishly smirks over the rim of her cup.

“Miranda! That’s private!” Renee scolds her. Then she turns to me. “But did it?”

I’m not sure what they mean by that exactly, but, “Some, I guess?”

“Did you do it?” Miranda has no filter. Or boundaries.

“No! Nothing like that.”

“Oh.” She’s clearly disappointed.

“But he did go down…” I point to my vajayjay. “There.”

“Stop it right now! He went down on you? What was it like with, you know—the beard?”

Ha! I knew girls were obsessed with beards and oral.

“Let me just put it to you this way: I’m walking crooked and I have rug burn on the insides of my thighs.” I lean back, bracing myself with both palms on the blanket, feeling smug at having impressed these girls.

“Oh. My. God! Did you orgasm more than once?” Miranda hovers in my personal space.

I sit up. “You can do that?”

“Are you being serious right now? Yes, you can have more than one gasm. One time, Thomas gave me three—two from eating me out, and then he fucked me from behind. My god, I was exhausted.”