Kane (Face-Off 2)

“You know Kennedy invited Sydney for you, right?” Tyler speaks low enough so I can hear.

He seems so calm, unaffected. “Yeah, what's the problem?”

“Nothing. I just thought you wanted to meet Sydney, and you are dressed like this,” Tyler says, pointing at him.

He must be annoyed for me, assuming I will give him a rash of shit later, but I keep my mouth shut, knowing that Sydney will pop serious lady wood over Donovan and his ripped body. It would not matter what this man wore tonight. I can already see Sydney dragging him upstairs for a little one-on-one time. No way will she turn him down, not when he oozes sex appeal by the truckload.

We have the game on in the background, the commentator’s voices blaring over the surround sound speakers fixed from the ceiling. Tyler and his teammates could care less who wins this year, considering they didn’t even make it into the first round of the playoffs, but we are all hoping the competition gets their asses kicked, especially after serving the Flyers a big fat dose of reality the last half of their regular season.

The doorbell rings and I follow Donovan and Tyler out of the room and down the hallway. I have no idea why Donovan felt the need to accompany us to welcome Sydney, but the big oaf is hovering over Tyler, a fuck me grin on his face because Sydney looks smoking hot.

Her pictures online and social media videos do not even do her justice. She gets the same reaction that she is getting right now from both Donovan and Tyler. If I weren't with Tyler, he would be all over her in a second so I can imagine what Donovan is thinking at the moment. She’s every man’s type.

“Tyler,” she says, holding out her hand as if she expects him to kiss her skin as if she’s the Queen of England.

I love how she acts around men and gets away with it. Holding back my laughter, I make eye contact with her, and with one look, I can tell she’s planning to fuck with them tonight. This should be a fun night.

She flashes her pearly whites at Tyler. “So, you’re the stud who’s stolen my Kennedy away from me.”

He shakes her hand, his gesture so formal that even Sydney seems a bit taken back. “Sorry about that.”

She shrugs and walks into the house, ignoring Donovan, with her head held high, and her tits pushed out. Donovan licks his lips and stalks behind her, all part of her master plan to lure him into her trap. I wish I could do what she does and get away with it—not that I need to anymore now that Tyler is in my life. But imagine what kind of hits I would get on Sports Buzz if I had her looks and my talent.

She exudes confidence unlike anyone I have ever met, has an air of entitlement about her that screams money and success. But she’s one of the best people I know, and I love that she just blew past Donovan as if he were a piece of furniture in her way that she had to maneuver around.

“I would say sorry for taking you away from Kennedy,” Tyler says to Sydney once we enter the living room, “but I have a hard time letting her out of my sight.”

She peeks up at him. “How can I compete with your monster cock? But I do think we should work out a schedule. You know, you get her one day, and I get her the next.”

I have a hard time keeping a straight face, but it’s Donovan who breaks this silence.

“Did you just say monster cock?” He’s so much taller than her, even in her five-inch heels, that his chest is in her face.

She tilts her head to the side as if thinking over her last comment. “Yeah, I guess I did. No biggie. Who doesn’t love a big cock?”

“I’m Carter Donovan,” he says, touching her shoulder with his big hand, not even bothering to stifle his laughter

“Wonderful,” she says, shrugging him off, “Sydney Carroway, but I’m sure you already know that. I’m starving. K, help me find something to eat in this place.” Then she does something the guys do not expect—because Sydney is unpredictable—and strolls out of the room and down the hall as if she owns the fucking place, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she heads toward the kitchen.

“That was fucking weird.” The dumbfounded expression on Donovan’s face is priceless.

“You could say that.” Tyler looks just as confused by that exchange with Sydney. For someone who requested to meet him, she has a funny way of showing it. But that’s Sydney’s MO. She says the more you act as if you do not like a guy, the more they will want you. It works for every time. She just baited Donovan into her trap. Poor guy has no idea he will be a goner in no time.

“She’s hot, though.” Donovan shoves his hands in his sweat pockets as they move further into the living room.

“Uh-huh’,” Tyler confirms. I assume he’s wondering if she’ll even give Donovan the time of day.

“What do you think of Sydney?” I can already tell they like her without asking. “She’s amazing, right?”

“She told me I have a monster cock.” This time I cannot hold back my laughter and either can Tyler. “I can’t believe you told her about me. And here I thought only guys talked about stuff like that.”

I give him an I’m busted look, biting down on my bottom lip and hoping he’s not pissed. “Umm…yeah. You know girls talk about those kinds of things. And babe, your dick is something worth talking about. Just be happy that it didn’t end up on our blog because it came up quite a few times as a possible post idea.”

“Oh, yeah.” He leans down to kiss my hair. “What were you going to call it?”

“I like big dicks, and I cannot lie,” I joke.

“I still like the idea of the taking one for the team post.” He whispers into my ear, “If you want, we can go to the bathroom, and you can show me how you’d demonstrate to your followers.”