Page 4 of My Brother's Teammates

He can’t resist a beautiful woman, naked or clothed, and is the walking definition of a good time. It usually doesn’t annoy me, but today is an entirely different story.

“I didn’t think you guys would be home for another two days.” Her hands fly between her breasts and the landing strip between her thighs. It’s like she doesn’t know what she should worry about covering up, but it doesn’t matter at this point. We’ve seen everything, and I mean everything.

Not that anything is going to happen, because that’s my best friend’s sister, and she’s completely untouchable. Even if I wanted to touch her—which I don’t—it couldn’t happen. There might have been a time when I lost sight of myself and my friendship and crossed the line with Charlotte, but that was years ago, and won’t happen again.

Since my parents died, Harrison is the only family I have left, and I’ll be damned if I sacrifice that for a good time. My life is hockey first, and my friends second. The end.

“I think you got your days mixed up, Red.” I can hear the smile in Mateo’s voice, and it makes my teeth grind. Not because I’m jealous or anything, but because she shouldn’t be here. “But if you need somewhere to sleep, I’ll share my bed. I’ll be a good boy and keep my hands to myself. Scout’s honor.”

“You’re not a Boy Scout, dumbass,” Roman mumbles.

“How about you get dressed?” I cross my arms and do my best to look unimpressed.

This has already been dragged out way too long, and she needs to get some fucking clothes on. Just looking at her like this is crossing the line. If Mateo keeps talking, he’s likely to obliterate it. We’re already dead if Harrison finds out we know exactly what her perfect body looks like underneath those skirts she likes to wear.

She takes a step back, finally settling on trying to cover as much as she can—cupping her pussy with one hand while wrapping her arm around her generously sized breasts in a very poor attempt at covering everything up. “Let me just get my suitcase…”

Of course she can’t just grab the damn thing and run off to Harrison’s room.

Nope. Not Charlotte.

She’s trying to wrap her toes around the handle like her foot is strong enough to drag the fucking bag halfway across the wood floor of the apartment.

Motherfucker.

If I were a gentleman, I’d go and help her, but I’m not. Nor do I want to get too close to her. I don’t trust myself. Or her. Not after…

Roman clears his throat, shrugs off his hoodie, and tosses it in Charlotte’s direction. He gives me a quick nod before promptly disappearing to the other side of the apartment, the side far away from Harrison’s old room.

She catches the hoodie, but instead of putting it on, holds it against her, and I’m really not sure how she thinks that’s better. I’m also not sure why the three of us are all staring at each other and not moving. I should follow Roman, but I can’t seem to make my damn legs work.

Charlotte needs to get dressed and go home. It hasn’t even been fifteen minutes, and this night is already a complete disaster.

As soon as Roman’s bedroom door closes, Mateo gives himself a slight shake, drops his bags, and saunters her way. She’s still fucking with that damn suitcase—which remains wide-ass open—and I can’t help the growl that rumbles in my chest.

Fuck.

Charlotte freezes, the sweatshirt slipping from her breasts momentarily as she meets my glare with her piercing blue eyes. They nearly knock me on my ass, but I curl my lips into a sneer and pretend to be completely unaffected.

“What the fuck are you doing here, anyway?” Okay, that might have been a bit blunt.

Even Mateo turns around, an eyebrow raised, clearly asking what’s wrong with me. But I don’t back down. I shift, uncrossing and recrossing my arms, and continue with my glaring.

“Well, I… um…” She backs up, keeping her hands firmly in place as she skirts around the couch and inches her way toward Harrison’s room. Her pale skin and red hair are a stark contrast to the black leather of the couch, and I have the urge to lay her across it like a feast.

Like I said, a fucking distraction.

“I walked in on Shane and his new boyfriend going to town on each other. He thought it would be fun to break up with me and kick me out of the apartment I’ve been paying for. I’m going to get dressed now. You’re welcome for…” She gestures around, and I finally notice something other than her naked skin. This room is much cleaner than normal. “Y’all are fucking animals.”

“You did the dishes.” Mateo hums to himself and nods to Charlotte. “I thought it smelled better in here.”

He continues to hum to himself as he zips her suitcase closed and grabs it while she quickly slips on the hoodie. I hate it, but it’s my saving grace. The less I can see of her, the better.

Without another glance my way, she dashes down the hall, Mateo following a few seconds later, leaving me standing here, feeling like the asshole I am.

I can’t believe that little rat bastard cheated on her and then had the nerve to kick her out on the street. I knew he was a prick, but I never thought he’d stoop that low.

My hands fist at my sides, and my jaw clenches as I stare down the now vacant hallway.

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