Page 86 of My Brother's Teammates

She sighs. “I know. I was hoping we could enjoy the little bubble we have here before Harrison destroys it. He’s going to be pissed.”

I nod. There’s no way I can tell her that’s the best-case scenario. That it’s likely he’ll never speak to me—or possibly any of us—again. But I remain silent. This is a problem for another day, and right now, I’ve got the girl of my dreams in my arms. And a question that’s been lingering in my mind for years.

“Why didn’t you kiss me back?”

She pulls back, her forehead scrunched. “What do you mean? I’ve kissed you back.”

I run my fingers across the freckles dusting her cheeks, loving how the skin underneath turns a light pink. “Back in high school.” I blow out a breath. “I feel stupid asking about it now, but I kissed you my senior year. I don’t know if you remember…”

Her cheeks don’t stay pink for long. They quickly morph into a bright red as she ducks her head. “Remember? That was my first kiss. I’d had a crush on you for so long, and I was shocked when you kissed me, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything. And then you left. You never brought it up again, and I half convinced myself it was all in my imagination.”

I don’t respond right away. I can’t. My heart swells, and my breath stutters as it whooshes from my lungs. I’ve never been so torn in my life. Half of me wants to stomp around New Orleans, thumping my chest and proclaiming this woman is mine, while the other half wants to bury my dick so deep in her pussy I’ll be branded on her soul forever....

Either way, I’ll have bragging rights with Mateo and Roman.

“I was your first kiss?”

“That’s all you got from everything I said?”

“It’s the only thing that mattered.”

She opens her mouth to reply, but I push her to her back and slam my mouth against hers. Charlotte lets out a small moan as she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer.

Fuck me.

I was her first kiss.

And I’m going to be one of her last. Mateo, Roman, and me.

So much time has passed between us, so much of it wasted. If I knew this back then, that she wanted me as much as I wanted her… Well, there’s a chance I would have fucked up whatever chance I had with her.

But I won’t waste this one.

I nip her bottom lip, and she opens up beneath me. I take advantage, sweeping my tongue inside her mouth and exploring her. I take my time, relishing this moment. She meets me stroke for stroke, kissing me back with the same fervor, the same longing.

She whimpers as my hand slides up her thigh, my fingers teasing the edge of her shorts. Her nails rake down my back. She cants her hips, arching them to grind against mine.

A throat clears from the hallway, but I ignore it, sliding my tongue against hers. The throat clears again, and I draw back, framing her face with my hands. “It seems we’re being rudely interrupted.”

“Go on then.” Mateo jerks his chin toward Charlotte. “Make our girl come.”

I raise a brow, but Charlotte shifts restlessly underneath me, and there’s no way I’m going to deny her. Instead, I strip the blanket from her body and push her on her back. She raises her hips, slipping the pajama shorts from her legs, a pink blush spreading across her chest as she watches me.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Spread your legs and show us how wet you are.” Mateo’s voice is husky, laden with lust, but he doesn’t move from the doorway.

Charlotte obeys, her legs falling open, a moan falling from her pretty lips as I run a hand up her thigh.

“How does she feel, Jace?”

I hold her gaze, my fingers drawing lazy circles around her clit before I slip two of them inside her. “She’s fucking drenched.” I barely manage to grind out my response. She’s so tight, gripping my fingers with her pussy, and I want nothing more than to fuck her senseless. But this is for her, not for me.

“Fuck. Jace.” She says my name on a breathless sigh, her hips raising off the bed. “I need more.”

“She’s so fucking greedy, isn’t she?” Mateo takes a few steps toward us, his eyes trained between her legs. “Add another finger.”

“So fucking greedy.” I grunt, sliding my fingers in and out of Charlotte’s cunt a few more times before adding a third.

She arches off the bed with a cry, grabbing my hair and pulling my mouth down to hers. She sucks my tongue into her mouth, her nails raking across my scalp. I fuck her faster, my fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy.

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