Beautiful Devil

Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13

The scent of bacon wafts through the kitchen as I enter, making my stomach growl. My eyes immediately pin to a blonde chick standing in front of the stove in nothing but what appears to be a bikini thong and a black-and-white checkered apron.

God damn. I drag the pad of my thumb across my bottom lip, cleaning up any drool that might have slid out. It’s when I glance at her legs that this weird feeling crosses my mind. They aren’t the legs I have been fantasizing about being wrapped around me while I fucked the girl they belonged to.

“Good morning.” She eyes me up and down. I’ve never seen this one before. It’s nothing new to find random girls in the house, and I’m actually surprised she’s the only one I’ve come across this morning. “Hungry?” she asks with a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

“Nah. I’m good.” There’s no time to eat. It’s already five after nine and I can already picture Brogan in a booth tapping her foot on the floor as she checks the time on her phone.

I need to fucking go, but I can’t find my damn keys. It would take me at least fifteen minutes on the bus and she’ll probably jet before then.

My gaze roams the area around the blonde chick. “Have you seen a set of keys connected to a key chain with a hockey stick on it?”

She sets the spatula down on the countertop then reaches for a kitchen towel that's been hanging off the handle of the oven for at least a couple of weeks. “I haven’t. But let me help you.”

“Don’t sweat it,” I tell her as I crouch down, looking around on the floor, but she scours the room anyway.

Another girl walks in wearing just a sports bra and a pair of gray sweatpants that hang off her hips. This one I have seen before. I can’t quite put my finger on her name, though. Stella? No. Sara? No. I’m pretty sure it started with an S.

“Well, well, well,” she sings. “If it isn’t Hayes Madden.”

“Good to see you again…” I click my tongue on the roof of my mouth.

“Sierra.”

I snap my fingers. “Sierra. That’s right.”

“It’s been a while,” she says as she walks in circles around me. “In fact, didn’t I leave a pair of red panties in your room last time I saw you?” There isn’t a glimmer of shame in her expression. The opposite, actually. She appears pleased with herself as she flashes the blonde chick a snarky look. I could be wrong, but I get the feeling these two are not friends.

“Ugh. Maybe.” My eyes roll with a huff of frustration. I don’t have time to deal with horny puck bunnies right now. “Go look for yourself.”

I move to the living room and dig my hand into the crevices of the couch cushions. Where the hell are they? My mind races in a panic as I try to remember where I put them last. The last time I rode my bike was Sunday. That was four days ago. I try to take the bus whenever I can because it saves on gas but if I’m running late, it’s nice to have a quick ride.

Dammit. All I can remember about Sunday night is almost running over Brogan. I think I came home and the guys had a shitload of people here and I went straight to my room.

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrap around me from behind and a warm whisper hits my ears. “Come look with me.”

Son of a bitch.

Temptation has been strong as hell lately and I truly deserve some sort of recognition for the level of willpower I’ve got. A week ago I would have already had this girl bent over my bed. Now, I’m sweating balls trying to find my keys to go to a coffee shop to discuss a sexual transaction. What has my life become?

I straighten my back and stand up, hoping her arms will fall from around me, but she only pulls me closer. “Can’t.”

“Can’t? Or won’t?”

I draw in a deep breath before saying, “Both. I’ve got a class to get to. If you’re really that desperate, go crawl into bed with Finch.”

The front door comes open and I expect it to be one of my housemates, but instead, I look over to see Brogan standing in the doorway. Baffled eyes dart from Sierra to me. “Sorry. It was open and…”

“It’s fine. Come in.” I sidestep around the couch and out from Sierra’s hold.

“Actually, I’m gonna go.” She shoots a thumb over her shoulder. “You were late and I just figured I’d come to you instead.”

“I thought you said you had to get to class,” Sierra says with her hand pressed to her hip.

I shake my head, annoyed as hell with this girl. I wanna scream at her to shut the fuck up, but I don’t because it’s my own fault. I’ve developed a reputation with a lot of the girls on campus. I talk a sweet game, get them into my bed, then pretend they don’t exist. Problem is, the majority of them always come back for more. That might be my hockey player ego talking, but it’s my reality.

“Hey!” Sierra barks. “Aren’t you the girl in that video with Kamden Donnelly? I can’t believe you actually let him record you doing that.”

I turn a scowl toward Sierra, finally saying the words. “Would you shut the fuck up!”

She practically jumps back a step, stunned by my outburst. “Excuse me!”

“Yeah, I’m gonna go,” Brogan says again. She backsteps out the door, pulling it toward her, but I quickly eat the space between us and pull it back open.

“Don’t go.”

Her eyebrows dip low. “You’re obviously busy and I have things to do.”

Running my forearm across my forehead, I swipe away the beads of sweat forming. Why do I feel like a child who was just caught doing something he shouldn’t be doing? “I’m sorry I was running late. I lost my keys, and…”

“Breakfast is ready.” The sweet and sultry voice comes from behind me and I follow Brogan’s gaze to see the blonde chick in an apron coming toward me with a plate of food. “Now I know you said you weren’t hungry, but breakfast is the most important meal of the day.” She comes to my side and reaches out to squeeze my bicep. “Especially for strong and sexy athletes like you.”

Brogan rolls her eyes. “Goodbye, Hayes.”