Page 67 of My Brother's Teammates

“I don’t have anything to report. All clear.”

Roman smirks, but Mateo doesn’t let it drop. “I’m sure that’s an answer to someone’s question, but it doesn’t answer mine.”

I admit, my curiosity is consuming me from the inside out. Roman and Mateo both wanting me from the day they found me bent over my suitcase is one thing. But Jace… our history… How long did it take for him to know he wanted me enough to get tested?

“D-doesn’t the team do physicals?” I know they do, but from the way Jace’s face is burning, I’m trying to bail him out. He probably had one done a couple days ago and doesn’t want to admit to sleeping with people after I moved into the apartment. It’s fine. It’s not like I expected him to stay celibate just because we shared the same address.

Roman tucks my hair behind my ear. “Let him answer, Charlotte.”

Mateo folds his arms, which wouldn’t be so amusing except his rock-hard dick is still hanging out of his pants, pointing straight toward the ceiling. “Yeah, Charlotte. Let him answer.”

From the way Jace shifts his weight on the bed, I’d bet he’s trying to find a trap door so he can get the fuck out of here. “I got tested three months ago.”

“Sounds like someone needs to go get some tests done before he can fuck our girl here.” Mateo is fucking fearless because he gives Jace finger guns and a comedic wink. “You can borrow my shower if you need to jack off.”

After a long moment where no one moves, something flits across Jace’s face, and I know why he doesn’t need to get tested. My breath catches in my chest, and my hand springs up to cover the gasp that’s already come out.

It’s Roman who speaks, pulling Jace’s gaze from me. “You haven’t slept with anyone for three months?”

Mateo’s assessing stare is so heavy it makes me shift my weight on the mattress. “Longer.”

“Jace?” I push up, resting on my elbows.

He looks back down at me, his expression unreadable.

“When did you last have sex?” The words tangle with the building emotion in my chest. I’m not sure what I want the answer to be. I know it’s not never. We all know he’s not a virgin. But if it’s not three months, then how long?

He opens his mouth, shakes his head, then rolls his eyes. “It’s been a while. Let’s just leave it at that.”

“Jace?” My small voice is easily heard in the quiet.

He closes his eyes for a beat, tipping his head back, and when he opens them, there’s a heartbreaking rawness I’ve only seen once before, right before he kissed me. “I haven’t had sex in two years, Charlotte. Since I broke up with Katie because I realized she’d never be what I really wanted.” He takes a deep breath, his eyes shutting for a few seconds. “She’d never be you.”

Years of emotion swell in my chest at the admission, and before I know it, I’m blinking back tears.

Mateo whistles. “Fuck.”

Roman just kind of stares, his fingers falling to his side, his jaw hanging open.

“I’ve wanted you for as long as I’ve known you, Charlotte. You’ve always been it for me.”

As though he’s reached his emotional capacity for the day, the week, the fucking year, Jace doesn’t wait for a reaction before he grabs my legs, pulls me toward him, and spears me on his cock in one swift movement.

My legs bracket his waist, while he drives into me, claiming me.

You’ve always been it for me.

He’s not close enough, not deep enough, and I pull him to me, leaning up to press my lips to his. He kisses me like he fucks, his tongue sweeping into my mouth with long, fast strokes as he drives into me like a man possessed.

There’s no time to unpack any feelings, or to make anything make sense, because he’s bucking his hips against me, kissing me like he’s depending on me to give him his next breath, and I’m a fucking goner.

The bed dips next to me, and I reach out, wrapping my hand around Mateo’s dick, his rows of piercings cold against my palm. “Fuck.”

Roman tweaks my nipple, kissing my neck, and I’m struggling to keep track of who’s doing what as I sink into the tingling sensations consuming my body.

Jace’s cock curves just enough that with every thrust, he’s hitting my G-spot like he owns it.

I flutter around him, my whimpers filling the room as I reach for Roman’s cock with my free hand. It’s thick, so fucking thick. I can’t wait for him to fill me up, to stretch me around him.

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