Page 12 of Dirty Hot Valentine
I beat Kyle. No surprise here. Brandon was next. He wrinkled his nose at me and made a face that was kind of adorable when I only had one ball left to pocket before the eight.
I leaned down to make my next shot, and he stood directly behind the pocket. He lifted the front of his sweater enough to fake a scratch and for me to see his whole six abs and the hair on his stomach.
“You’re worse than your cousin.” One naughty little thought of my feeling up those muscles ran through my head, but despite that I made the shot anyway. “Nice try. But Kyle’s twirling of the pool stick was more of a distraction than…whatever that was.”
I had to walk past Brandon, but he stuck the bottom of his pool stick between my feet, causing me to trip. He caught me with his free arm to keep me from falling.
“Jerk,” I snickered.
“Sorry, I can’t help it if you’re falling for me,” he said playfully.
“Pfft. You need to take off the whole thing. Maybe then.”
Suddenly, Zach was taking his suit jacket and shirt off and tossing them aside.
“Oh my God.” I sheltered my eyes with my hand, practically burying my face into Brandon’s Chest. “What is he doing? Could you tell him to put his clothes back on?”
“Zach.” Brandon chest rose with a sigh. God he felt so warm. And hard. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Getting out of this monkey suit you shoved me in. You know I wander around naked. She’s lucky I still have my pants on,” Zach said.
I left Brandon’s space, instantly mourning the loss of his warmth, and leaned my pool stick on the wall. “Well, if you don’t put a shirt on, I won’t play.”
“Why? Don’t you wanna see my brother half naked? He won’t do it because he’s a pussy. But I’m not. So ogle all you want. We’re twins. Same body type. But I have more muscles.”
“It was a joke,” I seethed, not daring to dip my gaze to his chest. I needed to stay angry and not lose this argument because of Zach Beastly’s perfect torso. “You don’t understand the concept of jokes?”
“Not when it comes to being naked.”
My gaze shifted to Kyle, but on the way I had a glimpse of what Zach was shamelessly parading. Why would he be shameful? A body like that, not an ounce of fat, all bulging muscles, should be paraded. It was a shame to hide it. God, he was so hot I wanted to fan myself. Still, I couldn’t let him see he was affecting me. “Kyle, would you please show me where I’m sleeping? I’d like to call it a night.”
“Of course.” He glared at Zach. “It’s upstairs.”
He ushered me up, Brandon and Zach’s voices loud, trailing behind us.
“Happy now? You screwed things up more than you already have,” Brandon yelled as I climbed the stairs.
“Why the fuck do you care?” Zach shouted.
“She’s Samantha’s teacher. What would she say now?”
“You’re so full of shit. You just want her for yourself.”
What?My eyes narrowed at Kyle. He pretended he wasn’t listening and pointed at the two rooms across from each other, telling me they were the brother’s rooms. Then he led me to the last room down the hall. Mine for tonight.
I wasn’t paying much attention to him. I wanted to hear the rest of the conversation between Brandon and Zach.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Brandon yelled again.
“Don’t give me this crap. You might as well go take her out for that Valentine’s romance whatever.” Zach’s voice got closer.
Kyle opened the room for me. I couldn’t believe Zach right now. This was so embarrassing. There was no way Brandon—
“You know what? Maybe I will,” Brandon said, and my heart skipped a beat.
Kyle smirked, getting new sheets from the wardrobe. “Don’t act so surprised, darling. I see the way you look at him.”
I gaped at him, blood rushing out of my veins. “What…”
