Page 87 of My Brother's Teammates

Her cries and whimpers have my balls aching and my dick yearning to be free from the confines of my boxer briefs. And fuck. Knowing Mateo is watching, that he’s getting off on this as much as we are, makes it so much hotter. I want him to count the number of orgasms Roman and I can give her while he watches from a few feet away. So close, but unable to touch either of them.

“How does that feel, Charlie?” Mateo must’ve come closer while I was lost in her. He’s right next to us, pulling down Charlotte’s tank top and pinching her nipples.

She gasps, her fingers coming down to grip my shoulders. “I feel so full.”

“You like Jace fingering your needy cunt while I watch? You like knowing that you’re torturing both of us?”

I curl my fingers, angling them deep inside her, and she cries my name, her nails biting into my skin.

“Yes.”

“One day, we’re both going to take that pussy.”

Charlotte squeezes around me, her legs trembling, and I grind my palm against her clit, fucking her faster, harder. Fucking her with a desperation only she’s made me feel.

Mateo leans down next to her, tilting her face toward him. “Jace and I are going to fuck your pussy together. We’re going to stretch you wide open. You’ll be able to feel both of us moving against each other. And when you feel so full you don’t think you can take another inch, Roman is going to feed you his cock and fuck that pretty throat of yours.”

His fingers circle her throat, and he gives it a light squeeze as I increase the pressure on her clit and thrust into her with wild abandon.

Her entire body convulses. Her pussy quivers around my fingers, and she screams for us as an orgasm crashes through her. Mateo talks her through it, whispering words I can’t hear, while I stroke her through every crest, every wave of lust.

Eventually she stills, letting out a contented sigh as I slip my fingers from her.

“Charlotte was supposed to wake you up for her lingerie show.” Mateo grins at me as he stands, tucking his dick into the band of his sweatpants. “But I appreciate the one you gave me.”

“Yeah?” I ignore Mateo and peer down at her. “Stuff you made?”

She nods, avoiding my gaze. “I’ve got some new designs, and my website is almost done.”

Mateo and I exchange a look, and I grab her shorts from the other side of the bed and hand them to her. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”

I’d love nothing more than to sink back into her, but Charlotte deserves our full support, and if I have to wait to fuck her senseless, I will. Especially if we can help her find some of her confidence. She is incredible, and she deserves to feel that confidence in herself. Getting fired really messed with her head, but if it hadn’t happened, she might not have taken the time to pursue her true passion. That piece of shit she used to date may not have supported her, but we’ll always be there for our girl.

Which is why I ignore the ache deep in my balls as I reluctantly push myself out of bed.

“I’m going to change, if you guys want to join Roman on the couch.” Charlotte flits past us, blowing us a kiss before disappearing around the corner.

I nod to Mateo, gesturing for him to lead the way.

He smirks at me for a second. “Don’t worry, I made coffee.”

I follow him to the couch, where he plops down next to Roman, who puts an arm around his shoulders. Joining them on the couch, I grab a cup of coffee and take a few sips. This should feel awkward, but it doesn’t. Just three friends, taking care of the girl they’re all falling for.

Roman looks around Mateo, but before he can open his mouth, Charlotte walks into the living room in a red lace bralette and a matching thong. Holy shit. Her curves are perfect, and I’ll be the first to admit, I know nothing about fabric and patterns, but this looks amazing on her.

“Fuck me, wildflower. You look good enough to eat.”

“That’s kind of the point.” She puts her hands on her hips and pushes out her breasts.

I wish I had a smart reply. I wish Charlotte was splayed out in front of me, like my own personal breakfast on display. I wish a lot of things.

Wishing Harrison would appear at that very moment wasn’t one of those things. But fuck me if he’s not walking through the door, getting ready to burn my entire life to the ground.

THIRTY-TWO

Charlotte

Time stops.

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