Rourke
“OWENS, WHAT THE HELL is wrong with you today?” Coach Joe roared from the sideline on Thursday night. We were on our second double session of the day and running through formations. “You got pussy juice on those fingers or something, boy?”
“No, sir,” I replied, running back to the line out.
“Then catch the damn ball.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Pussy juice.” Daryl bit back a snicker. “He wishes.”
“Shut your fucking mouth and throw me a good one,” I snarled.
“Lord have Mercy!” my best friend taunted, using her name to piss me off further. “You’ve got a mouth on you today.”
“And you’ve got a death wish,” I called back as I took position on the field.
The play resumed and I ran like a fucking bullet towards the thirty-five, avoiding the defense, eyes locked on the pig skin floating through the air towards me. Seconds before the ball was safely in my hands, I was taken to the ground.
“Fuck,” I wheezed, not bothering to get up. I couldn’t. I wasn’t hurt, but I was done.
“Goddammit, Owens!” I heard Coach roar from nearby. “Get your head out of the clouds.”
“Yes, sir,” I muttered, still sprawled out on my ass. My head wasn’t in the clouds like Coach thought; it was back in my kitchen watching Mason Starr stick his tongue down Six’s throat. Worse, I’d woken up in Six’s bed this morning. Thankfully, she wasn’t in it with me, but still. I shouldn’t have been in her fucking bed, and I definitely shouldn’t be feeling happy that I was. Goddamn.
“You good, Rourke?” Reebo asked as he came and stood over me. “Here.” Holding a hand out, he helped me to my feet. “Damn, man. You took some hit.”
“Yeah,” I grunted, shaking it off. I wasn’t physically hurt. My pride on the other hand? Fuck, that was wounded. Jogging back to the sideline, I grabbed a bottle of water out of one of the training bags and gulped it down.
“Get your ass in the showers, Owens,” Coach ordered. Nodding, I continued to drink. “And don’t come back here ‘til you’re ready to play football.”
That suited me just fine. My head wasn’t in the game today and I sure as shit didn’t fancy taking another beating out there.
SIX WAS IN THE pool when I got home. I thought about just ignoring her and walking straight into the house, but my fucking dick had other ideas.
Hard at the sight of her, and with my Ray bans on, I walked over to one of the sun loungers and threw myself down.
I was aching in places I never knew I had muscles and all I wanted to do right now was kick back and perv on my stepsister in peace and quiet.
Thankfully, Six didn’t notice me coming in; she was too busy swimming lengths of the pool. Folding my arms behind my head, I sprawled out and enjoyed the view.
Her sexy ass bouncing as she kicked her legs was better than any fucking porno, and when she moved onto her back and gave me a full view of her breasts, barely held in by the tiny scrap of a bikini she had on, goddamn, I had to bite back a growl.
I managed to get a whole fifteen minutes of a floor show before she realized I was there.
“What are you doing?” she asked, finally noticing me.
“What do you think I’m doing?
“Watching me?”
Accurate. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
I watched from behind the safety of my sunglasses as she climbed out of the pool and walked towards me. “Actually, I’m glad you’re here.” She was? “I wanted to speak to you about something.”
“I’m all ears,” I drawled lazily, watching as she took a seat on the lounger next to mine.
“I took it too far,” she finally said, eyes locking on my face. “Kissing Mason?” She tucked her long hair behind her ears. “I did it because you told me I couldn’t, not because I wanted to...ugh. Look, either way, I shouldn’t have done that.”
No, she shouldn’t have kissed him, but for an entirely different reason to the one she was mentioning. “Why did I wake up in your bed?”
My question seemed to surprise Six. “You don’t remember?” she asked, brows raised.
Aw fuck. “No. What did I do?”
“Nothing,” she quickly replied. “You were drunk and came into my room by mistake and…um, passed out on my bed.”
“Is that it?”
She nodded, red-faced.
I sagged in relief. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“Wow,” Six mused. “I think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you say you’re sorry and mean it.”
“It happens,” I shot back with a smirk.
“I don’t want to be your enemy, Rourke,” she said with a heavy sigh.
“Then what do you want to be, Six?”
She opened her mouth and quickly shut it. Looking up at me with intense grey eyes, she whispered, “I…”
“What do you want to be, Six?” I repeated huskily.
She paused.
“I’m waiting.”
“For us to be friends, I guess.”
Well that’s too bad because I can’t just be your friend…
“There you both are!” Cassidy’s voice filled my ears and I balked. She shimmied out to the pool area with a huge smile on her face and my father’s hand in hers. “Hello Rourke,” she said with a smile. “Mercy. We have something really exciting to tell you both.”
“God no,” Six muttered under her breath. “Not more news.”
Stiffening, I took my glasses off. “What?”
“It’s twins!” Cassidy squealed, clapping like a damn seal. “We’ve just come back from the doctor’s office and he confirmed we’re having twins.”
“No!” Six and I both hissed at the same time before gaping at each other in horror.
I shook my head. “What the…”
“Actual fuck,” Six finished for me. “Mom, are you sure?”
“Yes! Look. Look.” Springing towards us, Cassidy handed her daughter a long strip of sonogram pictures. “See, there’s one. And there, see that little marking right there, that’s the other.”
I looked up at my father.
“Don’t say a word,” he warned, glaring back at me. “Not a single word, Rourke. I mean it.”
“The doctor says that’s why I was having those cramps,” Cassidy added with a dreamy sigh. “Two babies.”
“Congratulations,” Six strangled out, handing back the pictures to her mother. “You guys are going to have your hands full.”
Frowning, I watched as Six stood up and hurried into the house. I waited for Cassidy to go and check on her. She didn’t. “I’m so excited,” she gushed, claiming the lounger Six had vacated. “Oh Gabe, two beautiful babies.”
Biting my tongue, I stood up and walked into the house before I said something that got me kicked off the team permanently. Yeah, I might have the money, but until I came of age, my father held the power. Dick.