Chapter 3
THREE
REMOTES MAKE GOOD WEAPONS
Hannah
“On a scale of one to ten, how uncomfortable are you on that couch?” my brother asks on the way to the kitchen.
I adjust myself against the lumpy cushions and wince when he’s out of sight. This sucks. “I’m half-tempted to move back in with Koa. That’s how uncomfortable I am.”
My brother peeks his head into the living room, which is now known as my bedroom. He narrows his gaze. “That’s not funny.”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t act all protective now. If you really cared for me, you’d give up your bed.”
His eyebrows dip. “I did, and you pretended to throw up.”
I sit up taller and let my natural waves fall down my back. “Well, that’s because I know what you do in your bed. There is no way I’m sleeping in it.”
Gross.
Hayes snickers, but he doesn’t disagree with me. I lived with him my entire life before he left for college. All my friends had crushes on him, and most of them didn’t care to spare me the details if they ended up in a room with him at a party. I know entirely too much about my brother, and though I’m thankful he is giving me a place to stay to finish out the semester, it’s less than ideal.
Not to mention, I can’t even look his roommate in the face without feeling totally and utterly mortified. Every single time I see Nolan, I make a beeline in the other direction. That’s how I met their— my —other roommate, Van.
I ran straight into his hard chest and fell backward onto my butt, which, ironically, was the second time I’d been on the floor in front of Nolan in less than a week.
Speak of the playboy.
“You can sleep in my room.” Van walks into the living room and sits on the mismatched chair in the corner.
I knew he was my favorite. The only thing Nolan did was wish me good luck before he made a dig at my other bedroom problem.
Hayes shouts from the kitchen. “Not a chance, Van.”
“He’s right.” Nolan says from down the hallway. “You need your rest just as much as the rest of the team.”
My face begins to heat at the sound of his voice.
Van smirks, and I spy a little dimple on his cheek. “I’m one of the best players on the team. I’ll be fine.”
Hayes follows Nolan into the living room with a Chinese take-out container in his hand. “That wasn't my reason for saying no.” My brother points his chopstick at Van. “I don’t trust you with her.”
I eye my brother closely. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Nolan moves to sit down on the couch, so I hurriedly pull my legs up to my chest so he doesn’t smash them.
Doesn’t he know this is my bed?
Instead of giving me any space, Nolan shifts and the cushion dips, sending me closer to him. He raises an eyebrow. “It means he doesn’t trust Van not to fuck you.”
Van doesn’t deny it. Instead, he just stares at me from across the room and shrugs.
“See!” Hayes shouts. “Stay away from her.”
My face is warm.
As if I’d even consider sleeping with any of my brother’s teammates. The hockey team is the talk of campus. I've heard too many stories about their wild escapades in the bedroom, and I’m not nearly confident enough to fake an orgasm with either of them. They’d see right through my feigned moans.
With Koa, it was different. He wasn’t as adept in the bedroom. He probably didn’t know the difference. But Nolan and Van would know right away.
A quick thought pops into my head that makes me blush harder. Would it be so bad to sleep with someone like them? Maybe they could teach me a thing or two.
I shake my head gently, then realize there are three sets of eyes on me. I start to sweat. “Can you guys leave? I’m tired.”
“Or embarrassed.”
I snap my gaze to Nolan and his half-crescent smile. “Why would I be embarrassed?”
I’m going to kick him.
He shrugs. “No reason.”
Hayes looks between Nolan and me and finally settles on his best friend. “Why do I get a feeling that you know something I don’t?”
My heart pounds as I stare at Nolan’s strong, chiseled profile. He clears his throat, and when he opens his mouth, I ram my foot into the side of his tight torso. He whips his head over to me, and I send him a death glare. If he even considers telling my brother that I can’t orgasm during sex, I will kill him in his sleep.
As if he can read my mind, he smirks before turning to my brother. “I know nothing. In fact, as of a few days ago, I thought your little sister was half your age.”
I breathe a sigh of relief and go to move my foot out of his ribs. Shock ripples through my leg when Nolan’s arm clamps down on it subtly, keeping it hostage.
“Well, she’s not, and neither of you—along with the rest of the team—touches her. Got it?”
He’s touching me right now.
Van stands. “Relax. We’re not going to fuck your sister, Hayes.”
“I’m literally right here,” I say, flabbergasted.
Hayes ignores me and walks off behind Van to their own bedrooms.
I try to pull my foot away again, but Nolan keeps it in its place, trapped beneath his arm. Our eyes meet, and he raises an eyebrow. God, it should be illegal to be that attractive.
“I saw that look.”
My pulse skips. “What look?”
He flashes his white teeth in my direction. “I saw the wheels turning. You want one of us to fuck you, don’t you?”
My lips part with shock. His eyes zero in on my mouth.
“Excuse me?” I act completely appalled with his accusation, but damn. He’s right. The thought crossed my mind, and it’s scary that he knew. It just proves that he’d see through my fake orgasm like I’d already assumed.
“I could be wrong, but your eyes lit up when your brother was accusing Van of wanting to fuck you.”
“That is not true.” I argue.
“It wouldn’t be a bad idea.” Nolan stretches his legs out in front of him, seeming to relax. “Maybe then you could orgasm during sex.”
That’s it. I’m going to kill him in his sleep.
He just had to bring it up.
“That conversation was not for you.” I pull forcefully on my leg, and he lets it go.
He chuckles before climbing to his feet. He stretches his arms above his head and his t-shirt rides up, showing off his toned stomach. “I know,” he says, glancing at me. “But I still heard it.”
My ears burn as I watch him walk away. Before he gets too far, he turns and sends me a flirty look. “I’m just saying, maybe you’re sleeping with the wrong guys if they can’t get you off?—”
I pick up the remote and throw it at him. He ducks, and I miss him by an inch. When he pops back up, his smile is annoyingly contagious. “Night, Hannah Banana.”
Then he winks, and I fly back onto the lumpy couch and try to think of anything but sleeping with either of my brother’s teammates.