squared off against me, both of us grinning. This was the shit we used to do as kids.
I taunted, “Something happen to you, brother? You and Sam into kinky stuff now?”
He laughed and began circling me. “Laugh now, little brother. I’m going to make your life hell for the next week.”
“Ha. Bring it.”
He did. The fierce grin vanished and he dove. I expected a sideways rush and jumped to avoid it. I was wrong. He went for my feet. “Fuck.” He grabbed both legs and I fell to the ground in a rough tackle.
I shoved at him, panting now. “Crap. I forgot how good you are.”
He snaked an arm underneath me and flipped me over. “All state.”
I smirked. “Only?”
“Four year scholarship to a Division 1 school.”
I twisted out from under him, got to my feet, and feinted to the left.
He went to the left.
Shit. I headed to Ethan, who was still on the ground, eyeing us both warily. When I jumped over him, Mason remained on one side and Ethan groaned. He looked between us. “Why do I get the feeling this is going to end badly? For me?”
Mason and I were eyeing each other. At Ethan’s question, we both had the same thought. Just like that, we were on the same team, and I gave him a nod. I fucking loved my brother. I went for Ethan’s head, Mason went for his feet. We threw him to the ground. Grabbing the last two balloons, both filled with milk, I passed one to Mason and hit Ethan with mine.
Mason lifted his arm, ready to hit him, and flashed a grin.
Fuck. I caught it too late.
He smashed the last one against my head. I was dripping in cold milk now. I groaned and shook my head. “I should’ve seen that coming.”
Mason laughed. “You’re opening a prank war?”
“No, no, no.” I’d forgotten how good he was at those. “You got me back. Even?”
Sam was waiting at the top of the hill. Her hands were on her hips. She had dried off, but she continued to frown at us. I lifted a hand. “You coming over or not?”
“Not. I’m in the middle of my run.” She glanced over. “Mason?”
He laughed and waved for her to go. “I’ll finish my run later. Is that okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah.”
I frowned when she turned and ran off. “This was meant to be a joke.”
Mason went over and grabbed my bag. “Don’t worry about her. Quinn came over to the house last night with some of those Elite snobs. She won’t admit it, but I think a few of the girls got under her skin. You know how they are.”
I grunted. I did.
Ethan was shaking his head, wiping all the water off of him. “I heard Quinn’s having a party tonight.”
“Which ones?”
Ethan frowned. “Didn’t know there was more than one Quinn.”
“No.” I looked at Mason. “Which girls?”
Mason held my gaze and narrowed his eyes. He knew what I was thinking. “The one banging Mark, your ex, and that other one that’s their bitch. You figuring we should make an appearance?”
“I’m figuring how could we not? Since they’re such great friends to Sam. Maybe we should extend the same courtesy to them?”
“Quinn hates you,” Ethan told me.
I shot him a dark look. “I’m aware and that makes this even better.” A plan was already forming in my head. I flashed them a grin. “I’ll make sure Kris dresses extra sexy tonight.”
Mason chuckled. “Sam won’t go.”
“Sam doesn’t have to know about it.”
We shared a dark look. We hadn’t raised hell in a long time.
Ethan shook his head. “I have no idea what you’re planning, but I’m in.”
“What are you thinking?”
All three of us turned for the Jeep as I said to my brother, “I don’t know, but I will by the time we get there.”
“Sounds good to me.”
And like that, we already had our evening plans. I was looking forward to it.
*
Kris had been gone when I got home, but I hadn’t expected her to stick around. Helen had been in rare form. She came out of her office when I came in, saw the state I’d been in, and went back into the office. I had
I taunted, “Something happen to you, brother? You and Sam into kinky stuff now?”
He laughed and began circling me. “Laugh now, little brother. I’m going to make your life hell for the next week.”
“Ha. Bring it.”
He did. The fierce grin vanished and he dove. I expected a sideways rush and jumped to avoid it. I was wrong. He went for my feet. “Fuck.” He grabbed both legs and I fell to the ground in a rough tackle.
I shoved at him, panting now. “Crap. I forgot how good you are.”
He snaked an arm underneath me and flipped me over. “All state.”
I smirked. “Only?”
“Four year scholarship to a Division 1 school.”
I twisted out from under him, got to my feet, and feinted to the left.
He went to the left.
Shit. I headed to Ethan, who was still on the ground, eyeing us both warily. When I jumped over him, Mason remained on one side and Ethan groaned. He looked between us. “Why do I get the feeling this is going to end badly? For me?”
Mason and I were eyeing each other. At Ethan’s question, we both had the same thought. Just like that, we were on the same team, and I gave him a nod. I fucking loved my brother. I went for Ethan’s head, Mason went for his feet. We threw him to the ground. Grabbing the last two balloons, both filled with milk, I passed one to Mason and hit Ethan with mine.
Mason lifted his arm, ready to hit him, and flashed a grin.
Fuck. I caught it too late.
He smashed the last one against my head. I was dripping in cold milk now. I groaned and shook my head. “I should’ve seen that coming.”
Mason laughed. “You’re opening a prank war?”
“No, no, no.” I’d forgotten how good he was at those. “You got me back. Even?”
Sam was waiting at the top of the hill. Her hands were on her hips. She had dried off, but she continued to frown at us. I lifted a hand. “You coming over or not?”
“Not. I’m in the middle of my run.” She glanced over. “Mason?”
He laughed and waved for her to go. “I’ll finish my run later. Is that okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah.”
I frowned when she turned and ran off. “This was meant to be a joke.”
Mason went over and grabbed my bag. “Don’t worry about her. Quinn came over to the house last night with some of those Elite snobs. She won’t admit it, but I think a few of the girls got under her skin. You know how they are.”
I grunted. I did.
Ethan was shaking his head, wiping all the water off of him. “I heard Quinn’s having a party tonight.”
“Which ones?”
Ethan frowned. “Didn’t know there was more than one Quinn.”
“No.” I looked at Mason. “Which girls?”
Mason held my gaze and narrowed his eyes. He knew what I was thinking. “The one banging Mark, your ex, and that other one that’s their bitch. You figuring we should make an appearance?”
“I’m figuring how could we not? Since they’re such great friends to Sam. Maybe we should extend the same courtesy to them?”
“Quinn hates you,” Ethan told me.
I shot him a dark look. “I’m aware and that makes this even better.” A plan was already forming in my head. I flashed them a grin. “I’ll make sure Kris dresses extra sexy tonight.”
Mason chuckled. “Sam won’t go.”
“Sam doesn’t have to know about it.”
We shared a dark look. We hadn’t raised hell in a long time.
Ethan shook his head. “I have no idea what you’re planning, but I’m in.”
“What are you thinking?”
All three of us turned for the Jeep as I said to my brother, “I don’t know, but I will by the time we get there.”
“Sounds good to me.”
And like that, we already had our evening plans. I was looking forward to it.
*
Kris had been gone when I got home, but I hadn’t expected her to stick around. Helen had been in rare form. She came out of her office when I came in, saw the state I’d been in, and went back into the office. I had
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