AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Listen to your friend, Matty,” Zoey said, “I know our deal was forced on you, but you are a great swimmer. Coach says you’re one of the best but that you’re getting in your own way.” Her face softened. I found it interesting that she called her dad Coach and not Dad. “Don’t make a decision tonight. It’s been an emotional evening for all of us.”
“Blackmailers have emotions?” Joan asked with satisfaction.
What did that mean? I thought.
Zoey bared her teeth at Joan. To Matty, Zoey added in a placating tone, “Just think about it. That’s all I’m asking.”
“Can’t believe I’m about to say this, Matty, but I agree with Zoey,” Filipe chimed in.
Joan shot a glare at Filipe, who shrugged.
“Screw Coach Anderson,” Joan interjected. “I can dismantle USA Swimming’s networks, just say the word.”
Matty’s lips quirked. “Calm down, Miss Anarchist.”
Joan, who clearly wasn’t happy about being in the minority, flashed a bright smile at being called Miss Anarchist.
Matty looked at me and seemed to be asking for my opinion.
I cleared my throat. “I don’t know enough about, well, everything, but my mom always says to get a good night’s sleep and then have a hearty breakfast before making a big decision.”
“All right,” Matty said, smiling at me. “I’ll think about it, Zoey, but only because I think Ciaran is right.”
“Thanks,” she said. Zoey hovered at the doorway. It looked like she wanted to say more but no one was interested in her company, so in the end she added, “I’ll see myself out.”
No one said anything as she left. A minute later, I heard the faint click of the front door.
“Spill everything,” Joan gushed as she rushed up to me. She pushed Matty aside. “Who made the first move?”
“Ah…” I stuttered.
“Joan,” Filipe chastised. “You leave that boy alone.”
“When did you know you liked each other?” she continued. “Day one? Two? Five minutes ago?”
Her arms were now around my shoulders, guiding me to Matty’s desk chair.
“Joan.” Filipe jumped up from the bed.
Matty’s eyes were laughing at the scene. He was leaning against the closet doorframe, his arms crossed, looking comfortable…and very sexy. The message, whether he was intending to convey it or not, told me he was not embarrassed by his friends knowing about us.
If I was going to get emotional about anything tonight, it would be about that. I blinked away the sting of happy tears.
“I’m not done, Filipe,” Joan said. Her pretty gold-brown eyes were locked on mine, her eyebrows quizzically high. Whispering, she asked, “Did you see it?”
My mouth went dry.
Was…was she asking if I’d seen Matty’s cock? My ears burned. Joan was not shy. Words failed me.
Filipe sighed, his hands on his slim hips. “She’s going to make me do it.”
“I think she is,” Matty affirmed, his lips twitching.
Filipe picked Joan up by the waist and tossed her over his shoulder.
“Filipe! Put me down, you brute!” she yelled even as she started laughing. “Ciaran, you can tell me everything later on. Call, text, I don’t care. I need every detail.”
“See you later, Joan,” I said, chuckling. “Thanks Filipe.”
