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Chapter 1

RHYS

Three years later...

My life was perfect: football star, college scholarship, women falling at my feet whenever and wherever. I no longer lived under my father's roof in Moose Creek, Montana. I was free to ride my motorcycle, party all night long, and fuck any girl I wanted. Then tonight happened: my brother Blaine sent me another stupid Snapchat.

For the past three years, we've tried our best to stay in touch- whether through Social Media or a brief call or text - even though college kept us apart. After high school, he stayed in Montana while I got as far away as possible from our small hometown and father. I accepted a football scholarship at the University of Southern California with aspirations of making the pros. So far, a few Scouts are interested, and by the end of my Senior year, my father's dream of me of playing pro may become a reality.

I tried my best not to give a fuck about the Snapchat Blaine just sent me, knowing full well it was probably a picture of him and his girlfriend, Ivy Bishop. I glanced down and hesitated only a moment before I opened it. The screen filled up with a photograph of Blaine and Ivy. His arm draped around her shoulder, and her long, messy golden curls tangled up around his arm. She wore a tiny slip of a dress that showed her every curve... and those enormous, innocent green eyes. Those eyes I hadn't gazed into for a long time made something clench in my chest. She didn't look like my childhood best friend Eddie's kid sister anymore. She looked all grown up and fucking gorgeous.

My eyes shifted over to Blaine's free hand. He held out a piece of paper that appeared to be a formal letter. I squinted my eyes and zoomed in further on what he was holding. It was an acceptance of some kind to a summer exchange program in Paris, France.

His photo was captioned: Paris, here I come!

Of course, I wanted to congratulate him. He was smart as hell and a hard worker, especially when it came to his studies. But God, something about his Snapchat made my blood simmer. Really, Blaine? Nice Friday night. He didn't have a life outside of Ivy Bishop. He should be out partying with his buddies, not stuck in a dorm room snuggling his girlfriend.

Seeing Ivy with him made me want to crawl out of my skin, even though I was over what happened between us during my Senior year of high school. I couldn't help but feel annoyed about constantly seeing them together over the past few years. Not because I had feelings for her but because I was tired of seeing Blaine whipped over Ivy. God, he had been in love with her for what seemed like forever. Sure, she was beautiful with emerald green eyes and a cute button nose. But she was way too pure and way too tame for my liking back then. Not to mention entirely off-limits.

I prided myself on not fixating on just one girl like Blaine did. And why would I? The ladies loved me. Girls had thrown themselves at me my entire life, and Ivy wasn't the first and wouldn't be the last.

Let's say my night with Ivy Bishop didn't affect me. In fact, it was the furthest thing from my mind these days, especially when I slipped my phone into the side pocket of my jeans to rejoin the party.

Unlike Blaine's boring Friday night, I was sprawled on my teammate Mason's living room sofa, sipping a whiskey neat, about to watch a brunette and a redhead suck each other's tongues in front of us.

Like I said, Ivy, who?

"Our life is awesome," I drawled and glanced over at Mason sitting beside me.

"Yeah, man, our life is pretty much kick ass." He replied with his gaze glued to the brunette's hands as they glided toward the redhead's perky tits. The brunette squeezed them, and we both groaned in unison.

"You know what would make this party better?" I slammed the rest of my whiskey and sat up a bit. "If you ladies made out without your clothes on."

Mason smirked over at me and raised his glass to mine. "Christ, Rhys. I like your style."

Of course, he did. Everyone did. I wasn't shy about what I wanted. I've used the attention of my athletics, family money, and looks to my advantage for as long as I can remember. I mean, what girl wouldn't drop her panties for a USC college football player who also plays the guitar, is a strapping height of 6" 2 with big baby blues, has a shit ton of confidence, and a big dick he isn't shy to use?

The girls broke apart breathlessly, laughing and glanced over at us. "Whose shirt should we take off first?" The redhead giggled. "Mine?" she played with the hem of her shirt and bit down on her bottom lip, "Or Grace's?" she said before she massaged Grace's tits and bit down on her neck.

These girls were wild. I loved it. A little bi-curious and fucking sexy...they knew how to have a good time. Snuggles on a Friday night were not on their radar.

Mason loved it, too. His jaw was practically touching the floor. This was a different experience for Mason than it was for me. Until about a week ago, he had a serious girlfriend and probably hadn't ever witnessed two girls kissing. He was hesitant at first when the girls approached us after our football game, but with a little convincing, how could he resist?

"Let's make this interesting. Why don't you both take off your tops at the same time?" I suggested.

They both giggled, and Grace and her friend peeled off each other's tops in unison, freeing both of their perfectly round and perky tits. The girls made out for a few more beats before Grace glanced at me with a naughty look. Her friend giggled and glanced over at Mason. Things were about to get interesting.

Grace glided toward me, her bare tits jiggling and her ass swaying as she climbed onto my lap and pressed her mouth to mine. A second later, her friend was nestled up against Mason, rubbing her tits all over his face. Christ. I was so hard it hurt. Grace tortured me with kisses all over my mouth and neck before she switched with her friend, and suddenly, the brunette, whose name I could not remember, was all over me, and Grace was all over Mason.

Now, this was a Friday night. Not cuddling in your dorm room with Ivy Bishop.

I grunted when the brunette's finger circled over the top of my hard-on. It was time to get a room. "Mason. You take your room. We'll take the sofa." I panted.

"Fuck no," Mason huffed. "Call yourself a cab and get busy with Daphne at your place."

Daphne! That was her name.

"No. Your sofa is fine. Now get out of here." I captured Daphne's nipple in my mouth and sucked hard. She moaned so loud the room shook. "Mason. Seriously, get out of here."

I heard Grace pout and felt Mason rise from the couch. I rolled my eyes and looked up at him. "What?"

"You are not fucking Daphne on that couch," he dropped his head in his hands and mumbled. "That couch belonged to Hilary." Shit. The ex-girlfriend. He looked over at Grace. "Sorry, I just can't. You should call a cab."

"Jesus Christ, Mason." What the hell? I was just about to enter into nirvana. "Are you kidding me right now?"

"Who is Hilary?" Grace asked.

"My ex. We just broke up last weekend. I'm sorry, Grace, you seem like a nice girl..."

"Are you on crack?" I blurted out. "Fuck Mason. Nothing like killing the mood." I groaned and handed Daphne and Grace their shirts. "Come on, girls. I'll drive us to my place."

They both turned to each other and giggled.

"Well, I guess we should get going then." Daphne cooed.

"You've been drinking," Mason said. "Do not drive. You are already on a short leash with the coach about your drinking and partying. The last thing you should do is get behind the wheel when you're half-in-the-bag."

"Relax. I'm fine. I've only had a couple." I growled and picked up my keys from the table. "Come on, girls. Let's get out of here."

"I wouldn't call five to six drinks a couple," Mason said to my backside. "Let me call you a cab."

Grace and Daphne were standing right in front of me, sucking my face and touching boobies. I wasn't waiting another second for a cab. We needed to get back to my place, stat.

"No thanks, Mason. These girls can't wait," I said and pulled open the front door. I no longer had to assume my Friday night was better than Blaine's because, with these two chicks in front of me, it most definitely was.