The Winter Games are over, but the bedroom games are just beginning…
This is about the time I normally hang up my snowboard and chill for a while. Except this year. This year, I’m dealing with what fate dealt me at the Winter Games—nope, not gold. A broken arm.
Since I’m not close to my family, I head to my best friend, Skylar’s pad to recoup. Turns out having your gorgeous, single, sexy friend wait on you hand and foot can blur the lines between friendship and romance.
Which is exactly why I’ve decided to help her find a boyfriend.
Yeah, you heard me right. I’m going to help her comb through every dating app available until she finds the perfect man. What else could remind me of my place in her life more than watching her fall for someone else?
I can deal. I’m used to pushing through pain. I’m an Olympian after all.
A sexy FRIENDS TO LOVERS romcom standalone in the Bedroom Games Series.
“Sky.” I follow her down the hall and up the stairs. “You need...” I swallow down the bile burning my throat.
She turns around when she reaches her childhood bedroom door. The same room that has pictures of Ben on her corkboard from some dance way back when. The room that holds all her memories of a happy childhood filled with fun, laughter and love. Doesn’t she realize, she has so much?
“You need a date.”
Did that really just come out of my mouth?
I grab her hand and take her into my room, which is really her brother’s childhood room, and sit her down on the bed.
“Yeah, give me your phone.”
She digs it out of her pocket and places it in my palm.
I search the app store and select a dating app.
“What about the more traditional ones?” she asks, leaning over to look at my phone. Her hair tickles my neck, and the scent of her perfume makes my dick twitch in my pants.
“You need a beta, remember?”
I go through her selfies and select one that doesn’t show how truly gorgeous she is. It’s hard to find one though because Skylar doesn’t have any bad pictures.
“I’m not sure about this, Beck.”
I fill out her form for her while she remains silent. Once I’m done, I hand it back over to her and she stares at the screen for a long time.
Our thighs are pressed against one another and I’m fairly sure the electricity running through my body is buzzing through hers, but her gaze is still glued to her phone.
“Okay,” she says, still sounding reluctant.
“Perfect. Now, Terminator.”
She smiles and her lips brush my cheek. “Sorry, for being so needy.”
“It’s the hazard of having girl friends, I suppose.”
“Friend,” I clarify, standing up before my hands and lips listen to the instructions from my dick.
“You’ll help me pick someone out?” she asks.
“Of course.”She walks out of my room, her gaze glued to her phone. I follow with my gaze glued to her ass.