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she isn’t
sexually active,” she said.
    “ She’s not ready any more
than you are,” he stated.
    Her mouth formed a silent ‘oh’.
    “ But I don’t want to talk
about that.”
    There were a million things that he could
think of to do. Talking about his sister having so much trouble
moving on after some douche bag raped and beat her in a dark alley
was not one of them. It would just cause Lana’s own memories
to take center stage again. Then he would want to track down and
kill two asses tonight.
    Lana stretched out across the couch,
resting her head on his lap.
    His body immediately reacted to having
her close to the part of him that craved her touch. Damn.
This is freaking awkward.
    Think baseball .
    That proved to be worthless when he
envisioned Lana in the uniform, which fit her like a glove.
    “ Do you have other brothers or
sisters?”
    Talking family. He could do that. That
would definitely take his mind off of her body. At least for a few
minutes.
    “ We have a brother. He’s a
quarterback in high school.”
    “ Are you close?”
    “ Depends on the day,” he
answered, rubbing circles on her stomach with his thumb. “He’s
got a good chance of getting a full ride with a football scholarship.
If he will pull his head out of his ass long enough to realize how
good he really does have it.”
    “ Oh?”
    Why was he telling her all of this?
    “ He’s giving our parents a
hard time. Half of the time he lies about where he’s at. I
don’t think he’s doing drugs, but what the hell do I
know? It’s not like I can keep tabs on him.”
    “ Maybe it’s not as bad as you
think,” Lana suggested.
    “ He’s drinking,” Drew
informed her. “I could smell it on him the last time I went
home.”
    “ Don’t all guys his age at
least try alcohol?”
    It was a valid point. Drew had gone home
drunk more than once his senior year, but he hadn't had so much to
lose. Adam had a future in football to think about. To make it to
the NFL you had to live, drink, eat, and sleep football. If his
brother kept going down the path he was headed down he could kiss his
football career good bye.
    “ He needs to get his act together,”
Drew stated.
    “ Hey,” she said, sitting up
and turning to put her hand on his shoulder. “Don’t
stress out over something you can’t control. He’s
practically an adult. Obviously he hasn’t messed up too bad
since he’s still on the team. Right?”
    “ Well, yeah,” he admitted.
    “ Then relax and let things happen
the way they are meant to.”
    As her mouth lowered to his, he wondered
if they were still talking about Adam.
    Her next words were whispered against
his mouth. “Good or bad.”
    The kiss was tentative, sweet. He wanted
more, but for once he refused to listen to his body. The ball was in
Lana’s court. She had complete control. The last thing he
wanted was to run her off.
    It was Lana, who moved to straddle his
lap and deepened the kiss. His shirt was pulled over his head by her
hands. All was forgotten when her hips began moving causing her
parts to move against him. He gripped her ass in his hands pulling
her closer.
    He was into torture like that.
    Too much clothing was in between them.
He wanted to rip her clothes off and feel every inch of her against
him. She was driving him crazy with each movement of her hips.
    The pounding at his door was a blessing
and a curse at the same time.
    “ Drew!”
    Damn. He knew that voice. What the hell
was Adam doing here?

Chapter
9

    “ You’ve finally decided to
grace me with your presence?”
    Lana tossed her empty water bottle at
Ricky’s head but he ducked before it hit him. “It’s
not like you've been here anymore than I have.”
    “ True, true,” he admitted,
tossing her water bottle into the trash by the kitchen counter. “So,
why are you insisting we go to a movie tonight?”
    She shrugged her shoulders as she skimmed
through the latest Cosmopolitan magazine. “His brother showed
up last night.