Page 81 of My Brother's Teammates

Not sure what I expect, but Mateo cupping the back of Roman’s neck and pulling him in for a deep, slow, sensual kiss isn’t it. Fucking hell.

They kissed the other night when the three of them rocked my world, but it was nothing like this. With every passing second, I get wetter and wetter. Is every guy-guy kiss as charged and bone-achingly erotic as the way Mateo’s mouth possesses Roman’s?

By the time they come up for air, my fingers are stroking the exposed skin in the slit of my dress, inching higher up my thigh.

“Thanks for dinner, precioso.” Teo beams at Roman like he invented food, and Roman returns the smile. The way they’re gazing adoringly into each other’s eyes should make me feel like I’m intruding on a private moment, but all it does is work me up even more.

When my fingers meet the lacy fabric of my panties, I gasp. They’re drenched, and I know I won’t last long when the guys get their hands on me. Both men turn to me, their stares equal parts curiosity and lust.

“Sounds to me like she’s not full after all.” Roman cocks his head.

Mateo licks his lips. “Looks to me like she’s way too fucking empty.”

They share a knowing look before Mateo nods. “We should absolutely fix that. Except…”

My heart falls.

Roman grins. “Too bad we’re watching a movie first.”

THIRTY

Roman

I managed to convince Mateo to hold off jumping Charlotte right there at the dining table. She deserves the full date treatment, not a truncated date and a bang on the kitchen table.

Somehow, we make it through Mateo’s favorite movie, Dirty Dancing, while enjoying a dessert of apple pie and chocolate-covered strawberries with a bottle of champagne because, these guys are extra as fuck.

Mom called partway through the movie to tell me my younger twin siblings may not go to the same college my older sister, Sofia, and I went to here in New Orleans. Despite sounding happy enough that Tasha and Kique want to venture further afield like Xavier, her voice had a tremor that told me she’s afraid of her empty nest, and no more weekly dinners at home.

By the time I come back into the living room, Mateo is sitting upright, leaning forward, and mouthing every one of Patrick Swayze’s lines. After his dad died, he helped his mom out a lot with his younger siblings. The two of them would have a date night every Thursday to watch all the cheesy old romance movies. She’d call them classics, and the few times we stopped by when we played in Chicago, we were all forced to watch them. I rub my chest, but it does little to help the ache nestled there.

Mateo Reed is the very definition of the term ‘mama’s boy’, and Mrs. Reed is an epic mom. They still have movie night a few times a month when their schedules allow. She and Mom became friends, and they’d always fuss over us finding nice girls to settle down with, and even offered to set us up with some of their friend’s daughters. I can’t hide my smirk at that thought. They should have just set us up with each other.

No one ever felt right for me. No one ever made me feel half the feelings stirring deep in my soul. It’s as if there was an invisible string called Charlotte tying us together this whole time, and we just found it.

Charlotte must catch me watching her in her periphery because her eyes never leave Jennifer Grey as she pats the floor next to her. “Come back to me, Ro.”

My heart turns to goo in my chest as I claim my spot, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Is this what it feels like to be in love? How have I made it this far in life without having this feeling nestled deep in the recesses of my heart?

But when the final credits start rolling, her body tenses next to me, and I can’t help but chuckle.

Leaning close to her ear, I blow her hair out of her face. “What’s up, Charlie? You afraid Mateo’s going to ask you to recreate the final dance scene from the movie?”

That’s not what’s wrong with her, but I’m hoping saying something funny, breaking the ice, will relax some of the rigidity in her shoulders.

“I want…” She looks between Mateo and me with wide, innocent eyes, her cheeks flushed and her lip caught between her teeth.

“To play?” Mateo finishes her sentence, his fingers trailing the long slit of her bottle-green dress up to her bare hip.

She nods. “Maybe both of you at the same time… but I’m not sure how it works.”

Mateo opens his mouth, undoubtedly to say something crass or off the cuff that he thinks is funny, but I don’t want to scare Charlotte from trying new things. And if I’m honest, this has been a fantasy of mine since the day I noticed Mateo in the locker room.

I hold a hand up in a bid to make him engage whatever brain-to-mouth filter he has. “It works however you want it to work. Right, Teo?”

He snaps his mouth shut, then nods.

“Have you ever had two men inside you at the same time?”

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