Falling for Bentley (Part One) by Shawnte Borris Page A

tried to hide her face. I pulled her hands away and kissed her.
    “Are you calling me dumb, Travis?” Whitney fumed .
    I groaned and put my head on Haley’s chest. “I think I better go help. I don’t see this going over well.”
    Haley let out a giggle. I put her breasts back into her bra and gave her my sad puppy look. She rolled her eyes and laughed.
    I climbed off her, readjusted my jeans, mentally noting to kick my brother’s ass for being responsible for leaving me like this. I leaned over Haley and passed her tank top to her before I tossed my shirt on myself as I opened my door.
     
     
    “I’M NOT CALLING you dumb. I’m calling your actions dumb,” argued my brother.
    “I was giving him directions!” exclaimed Whitney.
    “Whitney, we live in a town with four fucking streets. He doesn’t need directions!”
    I stepped into the living room and watched as Whitney took a step back and clammed up. “Sorry, Bentley, we didn’t realize anyone was home.”
    Travis turned around and said, “Hey.”
    “Everything okay?” I asked, looking at Whitney.
    “Yeah.” breathed Whitney, “I’m just gonna go home.”
    Whitney grabbed her purse and opened the door.
    “Stay,” my brother called out. “Please.”
    “No. I think it’s better if I go, I’ll talk to you later. Good night, Bentley.”
    Hearing the door shut my brother let out a feral swear causing Haley to jump as she rounded the corner. “Shit, I’m sorry, Haley, I didn’t see you there.”
    “You okay?” she asked.
    “Yeah, I’m going for a walk. Catch you guys later.” Travis pushed the door open and let the screen door slam behind him.
    I walked up to Haley and brought her into my chest and kissed the top of her head. “I think you better take me home,” she said.
    I looked into her eyes, “Do I have to?”
    “Yes. After your brother blows off some steam he’s going to need someone to talk to.”
    “What if I’d rather talk to you?” I asked while grabbing her ass, pushing her body closer to my semi-hard erection.
     
     

     
     
    “HE DID NOT?!” cried Carleigh.
    “He did,” I wailed while throwing the empty wine box at my best friend’s head.
    “God, I wish I could have seen your face when Bentley said you didn’t need to feel the bull’s testicles.”
    “Shut up!” I tried shouting, but couldn’t because we were both on the floor, laughing hard.
     

     
    THE NEXT MORNING, I could barely lift my head off of the pillow, “Someone shoot me,” I groaned, rolling back over.
    “Come on, sleepy head. I brought you some coffee.”
    I slowly sat up, grabbing the cup, smelling the aroma. “Why aren’t you shit for wear, too?”
    “Because I’m not a light weight like you,” Carleigh slapped my leg, “come on get up, you can drink your coffee on the porch with me while I watch all those football players paint.”
    “You know they are all under age, right?” I asked as I put on my slippers.
    “I know, doesn’t mean I can’t watch them flex their muscles.” She laughed as she headed down the stairs.
    “That is why you can’t teach high school!” I yelled at her.
    Pulling my hair into a messy bun then brushing my teeth and washing my face, I headed downstairs.
    “Good morning,” Carleigh chimed as she poured me another cup of coffee.
    I looked at her and growled. We both turned when we heard the screen door open.
    “Haley, I have the boys finishing up...” Bentley stood in the kitchen just looking at me. “What happened to you?”
    Carleigh cheerfully stepped in front of Bentley and introduced herself. “I’m Carleigh. Hangover-head’s best friend.”
    He stuck out his hand, “I’m...”
    “Coach Knight. Yes, I have heard lots about you.”
    Bentley looked over at me and lifted his eyebrow.
    “Check the ego, Bentley, want some coffee?” I offered before weaving into a kitchen chair and putting my head on the table.
    “Ouch, what has your panties in such a twist?” ribbed Bentley.
    “Oh nothing,