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Chapter 7
J.T. sat on the couch in the rented house on the beach in Darien that he, Jack Campbell and JVR decided to rent out for the summer. Gen's legs were in his lap as they played NHL 14. "Seriously though, my brother doesn't look like that!" She squealed as he crushed Patrick's character into the boards. "Rude." She paused the game and kissed him, he pulled the rest of her into his lap as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She broke away and starting sucking on his neck. She was so hot, and the first week of their relationship had gone smoothly. More then smoothly, he was absolutely falling for her, in such a little amount of time. He didn't know what was wrong with him.
He didn't know what was happening to him. "Gen, stop. Come on Gen. If you don't stop that I am going to have to take you to my bedroom." She pouted as she broke away from him. Leaving a hickey for all the girls to see, and all the guys to question and make fun of him for. Since posting that Instagram pick of the two of them, Gen sitting on his lap at Max's annual start of the summer party, Patrick had been giving him glaring stares at training and practically didn't talk to him. It sucked because Pat was his teammate and his good friend but he just had to get him used to the idea that he was dating his sister. "Maybe I want you to take me to the bedroom." She looked at him with those big brown chocolate eyes, puppy dog eyes staring back at him. "What about taking it slow?" He laughed as she got off of him and threw the controller in the direction of his face. "That was before I got to kiss you non stop. Your a really good kisser and your abs make me uncomfortably hot every time I see you. Start wearing sweatshirts." He liked that she couldn't resist him, that she was just as attracted to him as he as to her. "Come on Connelly, I gotta get you home. Or Mr. and Mrs. Connelly will break down this door. And our landlord wouldn't appreciate that."
"Nope Crosby would break down that door. With Connor and Patrick in tow. He's visiting this week. He's staying in the guest room. I love that guy, did I tell you we're practically siblings?" J.T. grew up in Pittsburgh, the penguins were his team. He cried when they won the cup in '09 and he idolized Crosby and Connor Connelly. He wasn't going to tell a soul that he had a Connelly 77 jersey hanging in his closet at home. He was taking that jersey to the grave. "Great so now I have to fear Crosby along with Patrick and probably my whole team. Except for Kreids." He threw on his USA WJC Sweatshirt like Gen asked and slipped on his Summer Skates. "Come on, I don't want Crosby to knock down this door." Jack and James walked into the living room as Gen buttoned up her Vineyard Vines popover, which maybe J.T. unbuttoned during that whole neck sucking session. "Oh excuse us love birds. We would actually like some dinner. Sushi okay Millah time?" Campbell asked as he grabbed a menu. "I can never say no to sushi, I am just going to drive Connelly home. Be back in twenty." They nodded before they started fighting over who got to call in the order, apparently some hot sounding girl was on the other line.
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Gen was practically sitting in J.T.'s lap, in his car which happened to be a very uncomfortable situation but she couldn't get her lips to part with his, they've probably been sitting in his car making out for like twenty minutes in her driveway. "Knock, Knock." Gen quickly separated from J.T. seeing Sid's face slammed up against the blackout window. "Gen get out of the car. Now." Sid was practically her older brother, and maybe he did send some threatening phone calls to Brayden after their breakup. Who knows? She opened the door seeing him in one of his signature Sport Chek hats, Pittsburgh Penguins sweatshirt, Salmon shorts and Summer Skates. Everyone had Summer Skates these days. "Hey Cindy. When did you get home?" She was still a ranger fan, and he absolutely hated when she called him Cindy Crosby. A name that maybe made it's way around some NHL locker rooms. "We're having dinner. Let's go Genevieve." She quickly kissed J.T. goodnight, as she B lined for the front door. "I already don't like you." Sid said as he slammed J.T.'s car door and walked inside behind her. He sped out the driveway faster then she could say Jonathan Tanner. "You probably scared him away." Gen whined as they walked inside the Connelly's house. "Well maybe it's for the best. You don't need another Brayden Caldwell in the mix." Whatever Sid said, went in one ear and out the other. All she could think about was J.T. and his abs. And his cute snapchats, and his cute goodnight and good morning texts. She was in trouble. She was falling hard for him. And it had only been a week. Maybe Sid was right.
