Jersey Girl (Sticks & Hearts #1) Read Online Free
Author: Rhonda James
hey, man. Why am I sleeping in the tub? Maybe because you gave away my bed."
"Sorry about that, buddy. You've gotta be stiff as hell. Here, let me help you up." I hear movement, then the sounds of someone stumbling, before they come out of the bathroom together. "Cassie, I hope you're seeing this. My buddies love me so much they'd choose a tub over climbing in bed with my little sister." He slings an arm around his buddy's shoulder. "Sis, I'd like you to meet my best friend, Brantley Cage."
"Hey, Cassie. Nice to meet you." Brantley raises his hand shyly but refuses to make eye contact.
"Hi," I wiggle my fingers at him, trying my best not to let my facial expression reveal what I'm thinking. "It's nice to meet you as well."
Then our eyes connect, and it's as if little jolts of electricity are firing inside me. His gaze lingers for a few seconds before my brother rudely interrupts our connection.
"Cass, you have to see this guy on the ice. I swear watching him skate is a thing of beauty. One of the best damn defensemen to ever grace this campus." Scotty grins broadly while Brantley remains silent. "Go on, tell her about your big play last season."
"Nah. She probably doesn't want to hear about that," he replies all too quietly.
"Oh, I don't know about that. I think I'd enjoy hearing more about your moves." I give him a quick wink as I move to step in front of him. It may be just my imagination, but I swear I hear a noise when I get close. He swallows hard, and I watch as his Adam's apple bobs nervously up and down.
"Holy shit, Cass, what are you wearing? Put some clothes on and I'll take you out to breakfast." Scotty steps in front of me, trying to prevent Brantley from seeing me, and I almost laugh. I'm beginning to get a clearer picture of what it's going to be like having my big brother nearby.
"Get a grip, Scotty. I'm dressed perfectly fine." I flip my hair over my shoulder and give him a challenging stare.
"Please, your ass is practically hanging out of your shorts, and I can see right through your shirt. And if I can see it, I know Cage can see it too." At this, Brantley's eyes fall to my chest and he snickers. Scotty snaps his head around. "You got something to say, Cage?"
Brantley's lip curls between his teeth as his eyes dart between me and my angry brother. "Not at all. I'll just step out, so you can get dressed. It was a pleasure meeting you, Cassie." His tone is far too serious when he says this. A few minutes ago, we were flirting and about to have sex. Now, we've been reduced to casual formalities all because of some 'friend code.' Screw that. I like where we were headed better than where we've ended up.
"Trust me, the pleasure was all mine." I'm trying to sound flirty, but it comes out sounding breathy and full of sexual undertones. Brantley visibly slows, clutching the doorframe before he walks out without looking back.
"Stop that," Scotty growls. "I know what you're doing and it's not going to work."
"Yeah? And what is that?"
"You're flirting with him just to push my buttons. Well, knock it off. These guys aren't just my roommates. They're my teammates, and we don't need any shit between us. We need to be a unified team. I don't need to be worrying about one of them trying to screw my kid sister behind my back."
I grind the heels of my hands over my eyes as I shake my head at him. "Scotty, I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm a woman now. And I have needs, just like you do. I can't have you scaring off all of my prospects. It's not fair."
"Cass, as much as it pains me to say this, it's not the other guys I'm worried about. I just need you to stay away from my friends. Okay? They're not your prospects. You can hang around us and shit, but don't go acting all girly and dressing like this around them." He waves his hand in front of my shirt.
"They're called breasts, Scotty. I have them. Ashley has them. All women have them. I'm not going to hide them under a sack just to make you feel better. I can't
"Sorry about that, buddy. You've gotta be stiff as hell. Here, let me help you up." I hear movement, then the sounds of someone stumbling, before they come out of the bathroom together. "Cassie, I hope you're seeing this. My buddies love me so much they'd choose a tub over climbing in bed with my little sister." He slings an arm around his buddy's shoulder. "Sis, I'd like you to meet my best friend, Brantley Cage."
"Hey, Cassie. Nice to meet you." Brantley raises his hand shyly but refuses to make eye contact.
"Hi," I wiggle my fingers at him, trying my best not to let my facial expression reveal what I'm thinking. "It's nice to meet you as well."
Then our eyes connect, and it's as if little jolts of electricity are firing inside me. His gaze lingers for a few seconds before my brother rudely interrupts our connection.
"Cass, you have to see this guy on the ice. I swear watching him skate is a thing of beauty. One of the best damn defensemen to ever grace this campus." Scotty grins broadly while Brantley remains silent. "Go on, tell her about your big play last season."
"Nah. She probably doesn't want to hear about that," he replies all too quietly.
"Oh, I don't know about that. I think I'd enjoy hearing more about your moves." I give him a quick wink as I move to step in front of him. It may be just my imagination, but I swear I hear a noise when I get close. He swallows hard, and I watch as his Adam's apple bobs nervously up and down.
"Holy shit, Cass, what are you wearing? Put some clothes on and I'll take you out to breakfast." Scotty steps in front of me, trying to prevent Brantley from seeing me, and I almost laugh. I'm beginning to get a clearer picture of what it's going to be like having my big brother nearby.
"Get a grip, Scotty. I'm dressed perfectly fine." I flip my hair over my shoulder and give him a challenging stare.
"Please, your ass is practically hanging out of your shorts, and I can see right through your shirt. And if I can see it, I know Cage can see it too." At this, Brantley's eyes fall to my chest and he snickers. Scotty snaps his head around. "You got something to say, Cage?"
Brantley's lip curls between his teeth as his eyes dart between me and my angry brother. "Not at all. I'll just step out, so you can get dressed. It was a pleasure meeting you, Cassie." His tone is far too serious when he says this. A few minutes ago, we were flirting and about to have sex. Now, we've been reduced to casual formalities all because of some 'friend code.' Screw that. I like where we were headed better than where we've ended up.
"Trust me, the pleasure was all mine." I'm trying to sound flirty, but it comes out sounding breathy and full of sexual undertones. Brantley visibly slows, clutching the doorframe before he walks out without looking back.
"Stop that," Scotty growls. "I know what you're doing and it's not going to work."
"Yeah? And what is that?"
"You're flirting with him just to push my buttons. Well, knock it off. These guys aren't just my roommates. They're my teammates, and we don't need any shit between us. We need to be a unified team. I don't need to be worrying about one of them trying to screw my kid sister behind my back."
I grind the heels of my hands over my eyes as I shake my head at him. "Scotty, I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm a woman now. And I have needs, just like you do. I can't have you scaring off all of my prospects. It's not fair."
"Cass, as much as it pains me to say this, it's not the other guys I'm worried about. I just need you to stay away from my friends. Okay? They're not your prospects. You can hang around us and shit, but don't go acting all girly and dressing like this around them." He waves his hand in front of my shirt.
"They're called breasts, Scotty. I have them. Ashley has them. All women have them. I'm not going to hide them under a sack just to make you feel better. I can't
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