Free Score: A Stepbrother Sports Romance by Aubrey Irons Page B

logical measurement of how drunk he is.
    “Anyways, wasn’t about to go off and drive home so I thought I’d swing by and say hi to my favorite stepsister.”
    I can feel the blush bloom across my face in spite of myself as I shake my head. “Don’t you have a dorm room here?”
    He snorts. “Allegedly.”
    I roll my eyes. “Of course you’ve never been to it.”
    “Hey, what can I say? I’ve got other beds to sleep in.”
    I wrinkle my nose. “Gross.”
    Dalton laughs as he reaches back to shut the door to my room. “At my mom’s house. Jeez, get your mind outta the gutter, Hailey.” He grins at me again. “And give me a little credit, huh?”
    “Oh, I do . I give a lot of credit to your laundry list of conquests the tabloids love to talk about.”
    He chuckles again. “My conquests? ” He shakes his head and laughs, running his fingers through his hair. “Well that’s just adorable.”
    I make a face. “So, again , Dalton, why are you-”
    “Here?” He grins and shrugs as he looks around my room. “I need a place to stay.”
    I immediately start to laugh before I suddenly freeze. “Oh, God , you’re serious?”
    “Super serious, darlin.”
    I’m already shaking my head side to side, violently. “ Nope , no. No way. Why don’t you just go to your mom’s?”
    Dalton pulls his attention from the rest of the room back to me, flashing that farm-boy grin at me like he’s going to win me over with it. “Aww, what, you’re going to kick me out on the street?”
    “The thought had crossed my mind.”
    He grins. “A legend? A star? Out on the streets, thrown to the elements?”
    I slowly shake my head at him. “ Wow, is your head really that big?”
    Dalton’s lips curl into a wicked smile. “Hey, I asked if you wanted to see it.”
    I cringe, groaning. “ That head,” I jab a finger at his face, and he blows me an air kiss.
    “C’mon, darlin. Just let me stay.”
    “Dalton-”
    Am I SERIOUSLY considering this?
    “ I won’t even steal the covers, honest.”
    I bark out a laugh. “Oh, you think you’re getting my bed? ” I roll my eyes. “Keep dreaming.”
    “So, I am staying?”
    I roll my eyes again, cringing even as the word passes my lips. “ Fine .”
    Pushover. Stupid, stupid, just-like-every-other-girl-he-pulls-this-crap-on pushover.
    Dalton grins, like he already knew I was going to give in. “You’re a peach.” He yanks his hoodie off, tossing it over the back of my desk chair and standing there in his jeans and a v-neck t-shirt. “So, where’s my bunk?”
    I smile sweetly and point to the floor.
    “ Ouch , darlin.”
    “You don’t have to stay, you know.”
    Dalton arches a brow at me, a smirk on his face. “Naw, it’s fine.” He looks past me. “So how are these crappy dorm beds, anyways?”
    He suddenly moves past me, and before I can even open my mouth, he’s slumping down across my bed, totally wrecking my neatly organized preparation.
    “Dalton!”
    “What?” He jerks his head up.
    I groan. “Damnit, you’re laying on my stuff .”
    He sits up and looks behind him sheepishly. “Oh, whoops.” He gets up off my - until then - nicely folded clothes. “Shit, my bad.”
    “It’s fine,” I mutter.
    “Hang on, I can fix this.”
    He turns and starts to paw through my clothes.
    “Wait, Dalton-”
    He suddenly turns back with a cocky little grin on his face, holding my freaking panties in his hand.
    My face goes red. “Put those down! ”
    “You don’t seriously wear these, do you?”
    I glare at him, feeling my face burning up. “Of course I wear them!” I go to snatch them out of his hands, but he lifts them above my head. I scowl at him. “And what is wrong with them?”
    He laughs. “They’re like grandma panties, that’s what’s wrong with them.”
    “They are not! They’re comfortable .”
    He whirls, twirling my damn underwear around his finger. “Damn, I didn’t even think girls wore shit like this anymore.”
    I roll my eyes