Playing it Cool (Sydney Smoke Rugby) by Amy Andrews

Author:Amy Andrews [Andrews, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: contemporary romance; Brazen; Entangled; sexy; erotic romance; rugby; sports; sports romance; Sydney; curvy; curvy heroine; Cinderella; Australia; fake relationship
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC (Brazen)
Published: 2016-08-17T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

“How long do you think is reasonable to ask a guy to wait before you put out?”

Em was moving forward in her determination not to be a doormat with men anymore.

Harper gave her an A for effort but she’d been Em’s shoulder to cry on too many times to believe that her friend wouldn’t revert to type the next time a guy flashed her a hey baby smile.

She gave it a month, tops.

“If a guy’s going to dump you because you won’t put out, then he shouldn’t be given the time of day,” Harper said. It dodged the question, but it wasn’t a subject she felt she had any authority on, given that she’d slept with Dex on their second date.

“Of course.” Em nodded, her curls bouncing in Harper’s peripheral vision. She had put out too many times for guys who’d been too impatient and too disrespectful to wait. A childhood spent with an emotionally distant father had left Harper’s bestie starved of affection and unwilling to deny it when it did come her way.

Harper would have ordinarily taken the time to reinforce the point but her gaze was glued to the television, where a bunch of big, sweaty guys were running around playing rugby. Catching the occasional glimpse of Dex was worth the frequent glimpses of her stepbrother reporting, all smug and pretty from the sidelines.

It was almost halftime, and the Smoke were behind by three.

The play stopped as the ref blew his whistle and the camera zoomed in on Dex, who’d been crunched beneath two burly blokes from the opposing team. Ordinarily, three buff guys piled on top of each other would be quite the titillating sight, but it wasn’t that kind of man-wich.

Harper winced as Dex staggered to his feet, blood pouring from a gash in his forehead. She wasn’t too worried; she knew even the tiniest of head wounds could bleed impressively.

The ref and a few of the Smoke players gathered around as the two opposition players tried to talk their way out of a penalty. A couple of guys ran on from the sidelines to Dex’s side. One was toting a small bag and wearing gloves, with Medic printed on the back of his Sydney Smoke shirt. The other was a kid with Down Syndrome, who looked about fifteen, carrying two bottles of water.

Dex held his hand out for some water and squirted it into his mouth in a long stream, his head tilted at an awkward angle to allow the medic to inspect the wound. He drank greedily. The medic said something and stood back a little as Dex squirted more water over the wound. Diluted blood ran down his face as the medic stepped back in, applying a gauze pad to the injury.

Dex gave the water back to the kid, smiling at him and giving him a fist bump. The kid beamed at Dex, and Harper’s lungs suddenly felt too big for her chest cavity.

“Oh my God, did you see that?” she asked Em.

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