I found this teaser on Tijan's Books for Fallen Crest Public which is due to be released in December of this year.
Mason headed from the gymnasium and pushed through the doors. A lot of the others had already gone. He’d been told about the party Fischer was throwing and he was considering going, but Manny’s was first. Sam might not want to go and after the way he’d been dodging her question all week, he needed to make it up to her. Whatever she wanted was whatever she was going to get. His jaw clenched as he remembered the hurt in her eyes when she realized he wasn’t going to answer. Shit. He couldn’t. If he did…no way in hell. He couldn’t. That was the end of it.
His hand tightened on his bag as he crossed the parking lot. Logan’s car was still parked next to his and he frowned, wondering what his brother was doing. Nate’s was still there, on the other side. He hadn’t seen either of them in the locker room. Coach needed to talk to him. When he came out, most of the guys had already left. He knew most had planned on stopping at Manny’s for some food, but when he’d been in Coach’s office, he heard them yelling about pizza. That usually meant Jiffy’s.
“Hey,” Logan spoke up.
Mason saw him leaning against his car, standing between both of theirs. He frowned. His little brother looked tired. He drawled, pressing the unlock button on his keys, “You need to stop with this whole sex marathon you’ve got going on.”
Logan rolled his eyes. “Whatever. I hear you and Sam going at it all the time. Don’t you guys take a fucking break?”
Mason grunted. Nice choice of words, but he only replied, “You know what, kid brother of mine? I can have all the sex I want with her. You want to know why? Because she’s my girlfriend and I love her. I know my dick can be in her and it’s safe. She’s safe. We’re not going to be having little Kades running around here anytime soon. Can you say the same?”
“You’re such a dick.”
“A dick that’s looking out for you. Stop with all the screwing around. You’ll catch something or you’re going to have a kid.”
“What’s your problem?” Logan glared at him, running a brisk hand through his hair.
“You. You’re my problem. I mean it, Logan. Stop screwing around. Find a girl, get some feelings for her, and be rabbits.” He hated it. He didn’t like seeing Logan like this, but there were reasons he couldn’t ask the reason of his sudden marathon. Still. If he’d just get a girlfriend, he’d be a lot happier. Mason softened his tone, “There has to be some girl in this town that you could date who’s not Tate.”
Logan shot him a dark look. “Get over yourself. I don’t love her and you know that.”
He narrowed his eyes, studying him before he sighed and relented. “Whatever. Do whatever you want. Mom’ll love being a grandmother.”
His brother shot him a different look now, one filled with dark humor. “Can you imagine that? Helen quilting little booties for the kid? She’d flip out.”
“If we thought she went nuts after the divorce,” Mason chuckled. “I’ve got a feeling we haven’t seen nothing yet. She’d go ape-shit on whoever that girl is.”
