Page 53 of Go Deep (A Bad Boy Sports Romance)
“I’m going grab something from my room,” Cassidy said quietly, raising her eyebrows at me.
I nodded, reading her meaning loud and clear. After she was gone for a few minutes, after standing outside with the ghost hunters as long as I could stand it, I patted Shawn on the back. “I’m glad to see you guys are hitting it off. If Cassidy asks when she comes back out, tell her I went up to my room. I’m going to let y’all hang out. See you later, Miranda.”
“Later, Slade,” she said absently before resuming their conversation.
I grinned the whole way up to my room. That was a convenient little match-up. I opened my bedroom door to find Cassidy waiting for me. She sat on the corner of the bed and smiled playfully after I closed the door.
“I never thought I’d get to see this day. Cassidy Greyson in my teenage bed.”
“You had enough girls keeping it warm back then.”
“Ancient history,” I said, getting into bed and positioning her on top to straddle me. “Plus, you wouldn’t want to know.”
I gripped the back of her head and pulled her head down to mine, kissing her as my other hand slipped under her shirt. She grabbed my hand and placed it over her breasts through her bra. Sitting up, I pulled her shirt off and reached around to unclasp her bra. I growled. I could look at her like this all day long. I took her round, firm breasts in my hands, piquing each nipple before I took one between my lips. She arched her back and moaned, already grinding her hips on my rigid erection.
I heard the door handle turn and we both froze, then I turned to my side to let her down beside me, shielding her half-naked body from whoever was walking into my room unannounced.
“Hey, man, you’ll never believe this…” Shawn said when he walked in, then he froze the moment he saw us.
Miranda was with him. “Awkward…”
“I thought I locked the door,” I said to Cassidy. Her panicked eyes searched my face as she pulled the pillow over her bare chest.
“What the fuck are you doing, Slade?” Shawn said.
I stood up from the bed and turned to face my brother. “Get out and let her get dressed, man. What the hell does it look like?”
“Seriously, bro, what the fuck?” He shoved me as hard as he could but all it did was move me back one step. He was raging hard, and I could hear anger ripping through his voice. “Man, you’re supposed to be my brother, man. This is bullshit that you could touch her like that.”
“Dude, what the fuck is your problem?”
“You, man.” You’re the fucking problem,” he shouted. “You’re always the problem.”
Thanks goodness Miranda had the presence of mind to shut the door behind her. If my parents could hear us now, they’d have a fit. She also ducked around us and picked up Cassidy’s shirt, throwing it to her on the bed so she could bring the tension in the room down a notch. Flashing boobs did nothing to calm down men in a fighting mood.
Shawn tried to take a swing at me. I held him off, but his free hand came flying in wide again. I stumbled to recover, then realized one of us had knocked Cassidy over.
We both got anxious looks on our faces and dropped to our knees next to her. “You okay?” I asked her.
“Shit. Sorry, Cassidy.” Shawn muttered. That was guilt in his voice, and a whole lot of other things I’d never noticed before.
“It’s okay. Yes, I’m fine.” She started to look back and forth between us as we helped her to her feet. “Why did you two have to start fighting?”
I shook my head.
Shawn looked down into Cassidy’s eyes, and I knew what he was about to say before he uttered a word. “I’m the one who loves you, Cassidy. You were supposed to be mine.”
I groaned and turned to leave. This was not my deal. Cassidy needed to have a chat with him, but just as I got to the door, Shawn bolted from the room, leaving the three of us standing there looking at each other with our jaws dropped.
