Tight Game by Skye Callahan

Author:Skye Callahan [Callahan, Skye]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General Fiction
Publisher: The Peasants Revolt
Published: 2017-01-16T16:00:00+00:00

Declan

Londyn’s back straightens, and she slides off the stool. Her bare feet slapping against the tile floor as the shirt she’d borrowed from my drawer falling down until just a peek of her ass still shows.

“I…. should get cleaned up,” she says. “Do you mind?”

I wonder if she’s even considered the fact that the only thing she has here to put on after she gets cleaned up is either one of my oversized shirts or her beyond-hope dress from last night.

I’d love to watch her squirm a while longer, but given her drama back home, she deserves a break.

I can’t believe I’m going to be the good guy. Again. I wave toward the bathroom door. “Make yourself at home.”

Not that I’m ever really the bad guy. But when I dial my sister’s number, I realize that not everyone agrees with that sentiment.

“Tell me you did not fuck her. My best friend. My married best friend.”

“Okay,” I hold out the word until I’m sure Bristol is going to actually give me plenty of time to speak. “I didn’t fuck her.”

Yet.

And she’s not so married.

Not entirely, 100% in her heart kind of married. He fucked up. I shake my head. Why would anyone in their right mind fuck around on her? Londyn? The subject of the earliest fantasy I can remember. And my always forbidden fruit.

Sure, I don’t have a lot of rules. I don’t cheat. I don’t take chances—like those that would end up as little children knocking on my door one day asking if I’m Daddy?

And I don’t fuck Londyn.

I had that rule long before she got married, because I knew as soon as we went there, we’d both be ruined. Don’t get me wrong. I want to ruin her. I want to be ruined by her. I want to fuck her in every position humanly possible in every room of every house I own and every fancy hotel room I can find. Maybe on a plane, and a boat, and why the fuck not, a train as well.

I want to fuck Londyn to the end of the world because I know she’ll be the end of mine.

I’ve known that for a long time. And when I heard about her engagement, I figured I’d fucked up something epically within the universe as it sealed our very separate fates forever.

A lot of people talk about saving themselves for the one they love, but that’s a stupid sentiment, really. What’s the point? You get to be really awkward the first time together? You get to wait until some arbitrary ring is on some arbitrary finger before you lie in some honeymoon bed to fuck each other’s brains out—if you can figure out how.

All things in life are better with practice and refinement.

You don’t save yourself for the big game. I mean, who wants their very first game ever to be on Super Bowl Sunday with the entire world watching?

It doesn’t make sense.

A good player prepares for every situation and every contingency.

Except I

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