Free Stroker: A Bad Boy Sports Romance by Teagan Kade

watching Star Wars. “So?”
    I give him the thumbs up.
    He wipes away a spot of sauce on my lip with the pad of this thumb. “Sorry.”
    His thumb sits there a little longer than it should. I never want it to leave.
    On the way back to the apartment, I notice a flyer on a noticeboard. I tug his arm to a stop, almost reaching out to grab his hand as if we were an actual, ‘I love you too, snookums’ couple.
    If only.
    “Look,” I point.
    He reads through the flyer. “A Star Wars-themed party. What are the odds?”
    “It’s a sign,” I beam.
    He doesn’t look so sure. He prods the flyer. “See here? It’s run by film school next door. Those guys are geek to the core.”
    “So?”
    “So, my reputation would be shot.”
    I read through the flyer, tugging his arm. “Come on. We have to go.”
    He scrunches his face up. “We? You’re the geek.”
    “J-Law is a geek. You’re saying you wouldn’t like a piece of that?”
    His lips pout. “J-Law hardly sits up at night trying to become a level-ninety warlock.”
    I stand away, raise an eyebrow. “You’ve been researching World of Warcraft, haven’t you?”
    He looks away. “Have not.”
    I punch him in the arm. It feels like pounding marble. “Have too.”
    He rips the flyer off the wall, shaking his head. “You really want to go to this?”
    “As Princess Leia, of course.”
    “And, god forbid, if I was to consider it, who would I go as? I’m not going to be seen at a giant nerd orgy like this.”
    I roll my lips, thinking, eyes narrowing as I look him up and down. “I think I have an idea.”
    Blake pulls out his phone, placing it to his ear, a finger to his lips in a ‘shh’ motion.
    I tilt my head. “What the hell are you doing?”
    He smiles that same cocky smile I’m coming to know all too well. “Calling Time Magazine. The great Tia Reed has had an idea. The world needs to know.”
    I can’t stop the smile that bounces back. I punch him a little harder this time.
    “You’re an asshole. Shut up and give me your measurements.”
    He reaches down and grabs his dick. “Hope you’ve got a long tape measure.”
    Yep, you walked right into that one, Tia.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    BLAKE
    Tears are streaming down Billy’s face. If he laughs any harder he’s going to pop an eyeball.
    He holds his chest. “Holy shit, bro. You look like an actual ball sack.”
    Tia stands back, admiring her handiwork. “Chewbacca is not a ball sack, Billy-boy”
    I look down at the costume comprised of a jumpsuit, glue and a shitload of fake hair from the dollar store down the road. With the builder’s utility belt it actually looks rather realistic for a last-minute costume she slapped together.
    Billy keeps firing. “Your mom’s vag is less hairy than that.”
    “Shut the fuck up,” I tell him. “You do realize you’re insulting our mother.”
    Tia clicks, looking between us. “Whoa, whoa, back up. You guys are actual brothers?”
    Billy snorts. “You don’t think I call him ‘bro’ for fun, do you?”
    “But—” starts Tia.
    “We don’t look anything alike,” I finish.
    “Well, yeah.”
    “I still think he’s adopted, milkman’s son or something,” Billy adds. “I mean, look at that fugly cheek-line, those dimples.”
    I give him a wry smile. “Thanks.”
    Tia’s shaking her head. “I can’t believe it.”
    Billy nods. “My reaction too.”
    I lift my overly hairy arms up. “Can we get this thing over and done with?”
    Tia smiles, reaching over to the table and picking up the papier-mâché head. “And now for the pièce de résistance .”
    Billy loses it entirely, falling to the floor in hysterics.
    Tia’s smile couldn’t be any bigger as she slips the helmet-slash-mask-slash-oversized armpit over my head.
    I look out at the two of them through the eye slits. “Well?”
    Tia crosses her arms, nodding with approval. “We did it. You’re Chewbacca.”
    “Do it,” laughs Billy, barely able to speak.
    I’m getting pissed off.