“Can you give me five more minutes?”

I eye him before asking, “Why?”

“’Cause I want to kiss you like this, and I think five minutes will sustain me until the next time I have you like this.”

Before I can deny or agree, his mouth is moving against mine. His breath is minty, his lips so soft against mine. I think he knew I would say yes because I crave his kisses. I think about them constantly, about him, and I can’t wait till the next second his lips are moving against mine. Running my fingers up the back of his neck, I press into him as his finger bites into the middle of my back. Nibbling down my jaw, he comes back to my lips, both of us teasing and nipping before he says, “Can I feel you up when we’re dating?”

“No, that will lead to sex.”

“So, I can’t grab your boob?”

I laugh, pulling back. “No, Jude! We have to keep this PG-13 at least for two weeks.”

He eyes me and then shrugs. “Okay, but come back here, I have at least two more minutes.”

I comply and grin against his lips before our kisses turn hungry. I’m pretty sure rubbing up against each other is not PG-13, but I can’t help it. He’s so hard, so delicious, and when he pulls back, our heavy breathing is the only sound in the quiet park. I’m glad he’s the one to pull away because I don’t think I could have. Placing a kiss to my nose, he reaches down for the helmet before placing it over my head.

“Let’s get you back before I bend you over this bike and have my way with you.”

I scoff. “How very considerate of you.”

“I thought so,” he says with a wink as he gets up to put his on helmet on. Looking back at me, he adds, “I don’t want to interfere with your studies.”

My studies. Yeah…

“So let me get this straight,” Max Rivers says as he lounges against the boards, leaning on his hockey stick. Coach is running plays with the defense, so that leaves my line to hang for a minute, get a breather, and get some water.

“You’re dating one girl. Just one, ’cause I heard it was one and that you were dating her. Something you don’t do.”

I nod as Jayden rolls his eyes. I think he’s as annoyed as I am. “Yeah, dude, one chick.”

“Why? You’ve never done that. I’ve known you since like fourth grade, and you’ve never had one girlfriend.”

“Yeah, things changed.”

“So you’re giving up all the pussy in the world for one chick? At twenty years old?”

“He’s dating her, not marrying her,” Jayden says before I can answer. “And why the hell does it matter what he does?”

Max looks at me before looking back at Jayden. “Jude is the king of getting ass. It’s shocking to us mere mortals that have to beg girls to date us.” Jayden and I both just blink at Max before I shake my head. Before I can say anything, though, Max says, “I mean, does she have a golden snatch or something? What made you only want one?”

“For fuck’s sake,” Jayden says as I glare.

“Don’t talk about her like that, and it’s none of your fucking business,” I sneer as Jayden pushes me back.

“Whoa, calm down, killer. Max is an idiot.”

“I don’t get what the big deal is. It’s pissing me off. Not only are they are coming at me, but they’re talking about Claire and shit. They’re even coming up to her and telling her I’m a manwhore.”

“You are a manwhore,” he says, and when I flash him a dark look, he adds, “Reformed, manwhore, but what do you expect? You showboated yourself all over this campus as the biggest cock in Bellevue, so of course, there are going to be repercussions from it. The question you need to ask yourself is, is it true? Are you a manwhore?”

I shrug. “I don’t think so. At least not anymore. I know, it’s only been a week, but Jay, I haven’t even wanted anyone else but her. I’m completely infatuated with her. It’s kind of scary.”

“And weird,” Jayden adds as he shakes his head. “So be you, Jude. You didn’t give a shit what people thought before, don’t start now.”

“Yeah,” I agree before letting out a breath. “I just don’t want her to start agreeing with them.”

“From what you’ve told me, dude, I think she’s the kind of girl who thinks for herself. Don’t worry about it, just be you, okay?”

I nod. “Sure.”

“Sinclairs! Get your asses over here and get to work! This isn’t teatime! It’s working time!”

Sharing a look, we smirk at each other before heading to the goal to get our plays. I can always depend on my brother, no matter what, and I’m lucky for that. Above all, though, he’s completely right. I’ve never cared when girls talked shit about me because they always ended up in my bed. Didn’t care that dudes were jealous of me because I got the most ass and play the best game. No, I did me, and I’m going to continue that.

I just now have sexy redhead beside me as I do it.

After a grueling practice, I stand within the circle of my teammates as Coach goes over more plays. “I’m pushing you so that we can be the best. All of you have been handpicked for this team by me, and I pick winners. So in two weeks when we face Nashville Tech, we will win, we will dominate, and we will make everyone proud to be a Bellevue Bully. I am proud of this team already and will be even more when we bring the championship home. Now make sure you study, focus on your classes, and above all, stay away from girls, and stop partying.”

We all yell “Yup” together before all coming in, yelling, “Bellevue Bullies.” Skating beside Matt and Trevor, I ask, “Doesn’t he know that we still fool with the girls and party?”

They laugh then Trevor goes, “Well, you are only fooling with one now. Does that mean you’re not gonna party anymore too?”

“Ah, fuck off. Of course I’m going to party.”

“Sure, you are, she’ll have you whipped into shape in no time. No more partying, no more anything except if you’re with her, and while we’re out having a blast, you’ll be at home knitting a sweater. You wait,” Matt says as he skates by me.

“What the hell ever, no girl will control me or have me knitting.”

“I think you said you’d never have a girlfriend too,” he says, looking back at me. “Funny how things change, huh?”