➦I enjoyed this NA read very much. Fake relationship trope + overprotective big brother. Except in this case it’s that said brother who asks his best friend to fake date his baby sister. Because, check it, he thinks his friend is the only one in the whole world who wouldn’t touch his sister in THAT way.
➦But what he doesn’t know is that his sister and best friend have actually had a one night stand in the past.
➦I know you know where I’m going with this. Will bones be broken? Does this fake relationship have a chance to transform into a real one?
➦I looooove reading about the cheerleaders and football players. It felt like this book was a little bit less “sporty” than the last one. There were, however, some real nice scenes of the boys during game play. I always get super emo during those.
➦One thing I find consistent in these installments is 3 POVs. And now I suddenly see where Rachel Van Dyken is going with this. She throws in a POV of the guy who will star in the next book of the series. It’s different and interesting. I felt a little bit like it was too much, however. I do prefer to get a little mention of “things to come” but having to read scenes about other couple sort of took me out of this particular story at times.
“I didn’t say I wanted a one-night stand.”
“Wow, changing your spots?”
I gripped her hand; she tried to jerk it away. “What if I want two? Maybe three? What if I want four?”
“Then I’d say you’re greedy.”
“When it comes to you?” I growled, pulling her to her feet. “Yes.”
Everyone was dancing around us but it felt like we were alone. Jax had since walked to the other side of the room. I backed Kinsey up against one of the walls, a potted plant guarded us, but not by much.
“I’ll just keep asking.”
“I’m not ready to move back in with my brother,” she huffed. “And if we complicate things, and it goes bad, which it will, what happens then?”
“So take a risk.”
“You’re asking me to trust you?”
“No.” I shook my head bitterly. “In every area of your life, your safety, your happiness, your health—you can trust me. Just don’t give me your heart, not when I’m not even sure I still have mine.”
She snorted. “So it’s going to be about just sex.”
“Distraction from your dad, distraction from Jax, let’s call it a mutual distraction between really good friends . . . the best of friends.” I kissed her temple then snaked my hand around her rib cage, lightly tickling her skin with my fingers as I raised her shirt, my knuckles grazing her belly button as I went higher and higher until I cupped her breast. She sucked in a breath, and I moved my hand back down her stomach until I came into contact with the front of her jeans.
“What are you doing?” she hissed.
“Nothing,” I whispered against her ear, kissing the hollow of her neck while my hand cupped her and then lifted her hips onto my leg, bracing it against the wall. I moved just enough for her to buck against my leg, and press her hands on my chest. “Nothing at all. You get to decide what happens.”
She huffed out a curse and pressed down on my leg again. “You’re a very bad friend.”
“I’m the best damn friend in this room.” I kept peppering light kisses against her mouth. “Come on, Waffle, time for the syrup.”
“Bad.” She rode me slow, she rode my leg hard, I imagined pulsing inside her, the walls of her body squeezing me into a slow painful death. “This is . . . so inappropriate.”
“You drive a man to want a hell of a lot of inappropriate, Kins. You’ve been driving me fucking crazy for two weeks. And since it’s all about your terms, I’m giving you the keys—you know you like to drive—so give yourself a ride, sweetheart . . . take it.”
I gripped her hips and guided her just enough so she could get a rhythm, then slowly scooted us into the shadow behind the plant and the chair to my right. We were hidden, but not enough that we couldn’t get caught.
“I need . . .” She let out a little moan and punched me in the chest, and then gave her head a shake and started mauling me with her mouth.
I grabbed her hips, slamming her tight little body against mine, and she climbed all over me, her body meeting my thrusts like we were two horny teenagers skipping class.
It felt so good, I was seconds away from getting her naked against the wall. She slowed her movements, arching against my leg, then pressed her palm to my dick; the touch set me off so hard that I drew blood against my bottom lip.