Page 12 of Forbidden Mischief
He gives me a small smile and steps up beside me. “Are you okay, Zayne?”
“I’m fine,” I force out through clenched teeth.
“Are you sure? You look uncomfortable or mad. Is it about dinner last night?”
“No, Asher. You like who you like, and that’s fine with me. I meant it when I said it doesn’t bother me. I just have a headache and Watts made us run the 5K today, so I’m just worn out already, and now we have practice,” I tell him, and my magic begins to settle once more.
“Okay. I just wanted to be sure. We’re family, so I don’t want any problems between us. My mom is really happy here with your dad, and I’m starting to settle in too.”
“There’s no problem. Just a headache, but we better get out there before Coach has our asses.” He breezes past me out of the door and I follow. His woodsy, citrus scent fills my nose, and it’s like my headache instantly dissipates.What the hell?No, it wasn’t him or his delicious scent, it was the capsule Alice gave me. It has to be.
As soon as we burst through the locker room door onto the field, I jog to the center where Coach is and my temples begin to throb again.Fuck! What in the hell is going on with me?
“Zayne! Asher! How nice of you to join us! We’re going to start with some shuttles and then run a few plays to prepare for our game next Friday. Zayne, you’re the captain, so lead the team in their warm-up.” He blows his whistle, and we all stand, moving to the first line.
“Alright, guys, let’s get this over with, so we can move on to the actual practice!” I holler. The guys all cheer, and when I see everyone on the starting line, I give the signal before taking off to the next line.
An hour later, Coach blows his whistle once more and we run to the sideline to get a drink before meeting him once more in center field. “Settle in, gentlemen. We’re gonna run a few plays and when you have them down pat, then you’re free to go. Until then, your asses are mine. Now, I wanna seeI Back Pitch. Take the field!” His whistle sounds again and we take our places on the field.
I take my place behind our center and take a deep breath. “Blue forty-two. Set. Hike!” Ro hands me the ball, and I take a few large steps backward. My eyes scan the field for my running back,there he is. My eyes meet his chocolate ones, and somehow I know he’s smirking even under his helmet.
Sending the ball down the field to Asher, I watch as he leaps into the air, catching it before Mario can make contact with him. He cradles the ball in his arms, and takes off down the field,dodging and weaving the defense until he’s in the end zone. Touchdown! Too bad this is practice and not the real deal.
This goes on until we have theI Back Pitch,R Screen Pass, and theQ Diamond Powerdown pat, and there isn’t one player on the team not drenched in sweat. “Good practice, guys! See you tomorrow at lunch. Hit the showers!”
At Coach’s words, we hurry back to the locker room. I sit on the bench, unlacing my cleats, and quickly tear off my practice clothes. Wrapping a towel around myself, I head toward the shower. I hang the towel on a hook and turn the water on. Instantly it’s hot, and I step under the spray.Damn, today was a rough fucking day.
We killed it in practice, and if we play our games as well as we do in practice, I have no doubt we’ll be champions this season. Ready to be home and in my bed, I hurry though my shower. Once the water is off, I step out to the dry end of the shower stall to get my towel, but it’s gone. One of those bastards took my towel. Not being one to be modest or really give a fuck, I pad to my locker stark naked. As I stand next to my locker, I call out to my asshole teammates. “Thanks to whoever took my towel. I’ve been meaning to show you all I have the biggest cock on the team.”
No sooner than I finish my sentence, Asher steps out of the bathroom, his eyes locking on my cock. His eyes widen, and my dick twitches at the fact that he’s staring. What the hell is going on with me? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think Asher was the warlock in this dynamic, and he cast a spell of some sort on me. But I’ve heard him howling in the woods behind the house a few nights a week, and Alice has mentioned him letting his wolf out to run.
Asher blushes and for some reason thatannoysme.
Not wanting him to know how he affects me until I figure out what the fuck is happening, I hurriedly slide my shorts on tocover my cock and pull my shirt over my head. Asher isn’t there anymore when I look up, but I easily find him by his locker, putting his cleats away. Slamming my locker shut, I strut his way and lean against his locker with a smirk on my face. “Like what you see, little brother?”
His cheeks darken even more, and he shuts his locker, hurrying away from me and right out of the locker room. I follow him, wanting to ask him what the hell his deal is. Does he have the hots for me? I mean, I get it, I’m a catch, but I’m his brother. We now pretty much share a mom and dad, so what does he think is going to happen? Why am I even thinking about this? I’ve never been into men, and I’m still not. I don’t think? But then why did I like it when he stared at me like that?
I’m about to grab a hold of him to make him face me and get some answers when my name is called. “Zayne, Asher. Boys! I’m glad I caught you!”
“Mom, what are you doing here? I told you Pru would give me a ride home,” Asher tells her as he wraps his arms around her in a hug.
“Prudence is a doll. I met her just a few moments ago. I told her I wanted to take you boys home, so she left, but we exchanged numbers. You were right, Asher, she’s sweet as pie.”
“That doesn’t answer my question, Mom. What are you doing here?”
“I was driving home from doing some errands, and I thought I’d stop to take my boys out for ice cream,” Alice explains with a smile.
“Mom, you make it sound like we’re ten,” Asher laughs.
“You know what I mean. I just want to do something with the two of you together, just us. Just me and my boys.” She playfully slaps Asher’s shoulder. “So, do you wanna go or not?”
“Yeah. I could go for ice cream. Zayne?” Asher and Alice both look my way. I’m slightly taken aback that he spoke directly to me to ask.
“Sure. Let me just text Mario that I’m leaving with you.” I pull out my cell and shoot a text off, following Alice back to her car as she fumbles with the locks.
“Sorry. Still learning how to work this thing. I love it, don’t get me wrong, but it has a lot of bells and whistles to learn.” She finally gets the Mercedes unlocked, and we climb inside. I take the back, letting Asher ride beside his mom. Dad bought her the Mercedes a few days ago, even though she insisted the rust bucket she and Asher showed up in was fine.
It’s one of the reasons I like Alice so much. She’s not with my dad for his wealth or his status as leader of our coven. She pretty actively tries to avoid him buying her gifts or upgrading her things. Treating me like her son, same as she does Asher, is the biggest reason, though. Everyone has seen the evil, mean stepmoms in television and movies. So I’m glad that Alice is the exact opposite.
