“Speaking of you sleeping around, when do you think you’ll find a girl you can actually settle down with?”
“I’m not looking to settle down.”
“Pretty sure it’d make your mom really happy if you told her you were seeing someone, and it wasserious.”
“I could tell my mom I’m seeing someone, and it’s serious without actually having to see someone seriously.”
“You’re an idiot, dude; you know that right.”
I may be an idiot, but I see what it’s like for Brooks when he’s on the road. Hell, I see what it’s like for Brooks when he’s here. I don’t want someone to depend on me like Liv depends on Brooks. Sure, Liv can take care of herself; she’s a grown woman, but if she knows he’ll handle it for her, she’ll push it onto him.
I’ve had to share a room with Brooks a handful of times for our away games, and if there’s one thing in the world that can make me soft, even if I was previously super horny, it’s hearing the two of them on the phone. It’s sickening.
“My mom’s fine with me not seeing anyone right now,” I reply. “Remember how I was telling you about Declan’s econ partner?”
“Yeah, the one who was busting his balls the first week of school.”
“Ember,” I continue. “And she’s actually really cool. Her brother’s Cam.”
“Oh, no shit.”
“Sure is, anyway, my mom’s invested in their story; she couldn’t care less about my love life.”
“Wait, Declan’s sleeping with Cam’s sister? That’s a disaster waiting to happen.”
“They aren’t sleeping together… yet. But something’s happening between them, and my mom can’t get enough of it.”
“It’s just the buildup.” Marcus takes a swig of his beer. “Once those two finally get together, all her attention will shift toyourlove life.”
“Trust me,” I argue. “The last thing my mom wants to think about is her son fucking around… literally.”
Afternoon sex is the best kind of sex.
Mainly because I don’t have to worry about the guys coming home and interrupting us. If we were in my room, I wouldn’t have to worry about it anyway, but we barely made it through the front door before clothes were thrown across the floor.
The same floor we’re currently lying on. We’re both in only our underwear and a blanket from the couch, our only form of cushion.
“I’m on the pill,” she says as my lips leave hers and travel down her chest. “So, you don’t have to worry about grabbing a condom.”
I almost laugh. I’d be an idiot to not use a condom for several reasons. I know birth control isn’t 100% effective; hell, I know condoms aren’t 100% effective. So, I’d rather cover as many baby preventive measures as possible.
I know my mom wants to be a grandma, but I don’t think me accidentally knocking up a one-night stand is what she had in mind.
And safe sex isn’t just about preventing a baby.
“I already have one,” I respond, reaching for my jeans. I always carry one with me for emergencies.
“Oh,” she mumbles. “You always have one on you?”
“Never know when you’re going to need it.”
I can’t tell if she’s disappointed about the fact that I have a condom on me and I don’t have to go grab one from the bathroom or if she’s upset that I’m using a condom in the first place.
Then she shrugs, pulling me back down on top of her, her hands reaching for my waistband—
And then my phone rings. I freeze.
Because it’s not just any ring.