Page 124 of My Brother's Teammates

“Do we have to go tonight?”

Charlotte levels me with a look, one that I’m pretty sure means I’m so irresistible in my suit, there’s no way she can leave this apartment without three cocks inside of her.

She puts her hands on her hips, a leg slipping out of the high slit in her silky black dress. “Yes, Mateo, we have to go.” There’s that look again, followed by an eyeroll. I may have misinterpreted. “It’s our first time all going out together.”

It’s also the first opportunity we’ve had in weeks. Since the playoffs started, our schedules have been packed. We made it to game seven of the second round before getting knocked out by Toronto. We haven’t even had a week to lick our wounds, and Coach decided a formal bash was the perfect way to end the season.

Charlotte’s been busy, too. She finally launched her online lingerie store, and thanks to some awesome social media posts by yours truly—and maybe a few of her own—orders have been coming in like crazy.

I couldn’t be more proud.

And also horny.

We’ve all been so busy, we’ve barely been able to cuddle.

I’m not in the slightest bit discrete, staring at the curves of her breasts which are currently on display thanks to the very low and very sexy ‘v’ at the front of the dress. Too bad we can’t see both of them in their entirety, but I guess it wouldn’t be out-of-the house appropriate.

“We’ve left the house together before.” My tongue flicks out, running along my lower lip, and I reach down to adjust my rather large and uncomfortable erection.

Her eyes flare with heat, and she wavers on her mile-high purple sparkly heels. It could be the spikes she’s standing on making her off balance, but she could also be picturing me feeding her my cock, one rung at a time. And the way she’s nibbling the gloss off her lower lip tells me it might be the latter.

She blinks at me a few times, smoothing a hand over her vibrant red curls, her gaze pulling away from my dick. Such a shame. “I don’t think driving to the grocery store counts as a date.”

“Sure it does. I distinctly remember showing off in the eggplant department.”

“It’s called the produce section.”

“Roman let us both pick out our favorite ice cream, and Jace grumbled and bitched the whole time. I mean, what more do you want?”

“I didn’t bitch the whole time.” Jace walks into the living room, stopping next to Charlotte to pull her in for a hug. He wraps his arms around her waist and tugs on her hair, forcing her head back.

She sighs, her mouth falling open as her hands come up to grip his lapel. “My lipstick.”

It’s a weak protest, we all know it, but Jace only smirks, slowly leaning forward and licking between her breasts. Charlotte whimpers, her hands tightening around his jacket as he trails his tongue up her neck.

Fuck me. If I wasn’t already committed to staying home, I am now.

My fingers are already working the buttons on my jacket, and I’m ready to have this tux crumpled on the floor of my bedroom. “So, we’re all staying in?”

“Nope.” Jace slips a hand through the slit in her dress and after a beat, she groans his name. “I’m ready to show our girl off to the world.” He smiles against her neck, his arm moving back and forth almost torturously slow. “Plus, I want our girl fucking drenched, counting down the seconds until we get her home and bury our cocks in her tight body.”

With another groan, I re-button my jacket. Fuck. That does sound nice. I can spend the entire night torturing her, whispering all the things I’m going to do when we get home.

Roman joins us seconds later, his black-on-black tuxedo has my cock straining against my zipper. Dammit. I just want to stay home and fuck Roman while he fucks Charlotte. Is that too much to ask?

“Are we leaving or…?” He trails off, his eyes volleying between me—yes, I’m unbuttoning my jacket again—and Jace who’s still got his hand buried under Charlotte’s dress.

“I’m game to stay here.” My smile is wide as I loosen my tie and glance down to Roman’s semi.

Jace bites Charlotte’s neck, whispers something in her ear, and straightens. I’m not sure who's more disappointed he’s removed his fingers from her pussy—Charlotte or Roman. “We. Are. Leaving. Stop getting undressed.”

“You guys aren’t any fucking fun.” I mutter, turning and heading for the front door. “Guess we should leave.”

Charlotte is the first to pass me, tossing me a wink as she makes her way to the hallway. Jace is next, offering me a scowl. Wouldn’t expect anything less from that guy. And then there’s Roman. He stops in front of me, his fingers dancing down my tie, and dammit, this erection is never going away.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be fun.” He leans toward me like he’s going to swipe his lips across mine but he stops a few inches away. I frown, but it quickly turns into a groan as he runs his palm over my cock and gives it a squeeze. Definitely not going anywhere. “And if you’re a good boy, I’ll suck your dick when we get home.”

It’s cute he thinks he’s in charge right now.

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