Page 51 of My Brother's Teammates

The hour goes by faster than I’d like, and the boys keep their distance while I get ready. Not sure if that’s more for their sake or mine, or if they’re as confused about where we all stand as I am, but I’m anxious enough without drinking in their anger over the whole situation, too.

I should probably be more nervous about this stupid blind date Harrison set me up on, than the fact I have to look my roommates in the eyes after they heard me getting off earlier.

When Jace burst in ready to throw hands at whoever was making me scream like the building was on fire, I wasn’t sure whether I wanted the ground to swallow me up or for him to help me come.

Fine.

That’s a lie.

I wanted him to fuck me so hard I forgot my own goddamn name.

Is his dick as talented as his tongue? My curious mind needs to know. The way he ate me out—no, possessed me, consumed me—resulted in years of simmering tension finally snapping like a bubble popping between us. Fuck. My mouth goes dry at the memory.

And when Mateo and Roman sauntered into the bedroom like it was a regular Thursday, all I wanted was for them to join in.

I touch my lips like the ghost of their kisses still linger there, and the skin tingles under my fingertips.

Fuck.

How am I going to survive this goddamn date?

I usually love game night at Harrison’s.

If nothing else, I don’t have far to go. Dunno if that makes it better or worse, because with the way the elevators work in the building, I’ll have to leave and come back in from the front so I arrive at his apartment from the right direction. Going in the back door would be a dead giveaway I’m already in the building—that elevator is exclusively for residents.

So fucking stupid that I have to strategize how to arrive at my brother’s house.

My palms are sticky as I approach his pale blue door. His girlfriend—who isn’t my favorite—wanted their door to be different from all the other doors on the floor, so she convinced him to paint it powder blue. Despite being captain of an NHL team, Harrison doesn’t like to stand out or call attention to himself. If she knew him, she’d know that.

I’m not ready to knock, or to go inside.

My stomach’s tight, and my brain swirls with so much anxiety I might vomit. I’ve kissed all three of my roommates. Well, technically, I’ve only kissed two of them, but Jace ate my pussy like it was his day job. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?

There’s no way Harrison knows what happened between me and his friends, but he suspects Jace and I are more than casual acquaintances. Is that why I’ve been summoned to Harrison’s place? For him to grill me over what happened at dinner the other night? Or if something is going on with Jace?

Of course it is.

Also.

Something’s definitely going on with Jace.

A flush spreads over my body, making my cheeks hotter.

I’m not sure exactly what, but something is happening with Jace… and Roman… and Mateo.

How can I act in any way normal tonight? I don’t even know where things stand between the four of us. There’s no way I can focus on anything but that. I don’t even know what I want.

After finding me in the hallway with Jace, Harrison spent the meal scowling across the table at him like he owed him money or something. If he knew what happened today? Fuck.

This isn’t good.

That group dinner was awkward as hell.

It wasn’t graveyard quiet, but it wasn’t the barrel of laughs it usually is when the guys get together either.

Mateo cracked a few jokes, Roman floundered trying to make polite conversation, Jace pushed his food around his plate, and Harrison grunted at the rest of us between glares at his best friend.

It was delicious food, served with a hefty side of awkward as fuck. I left as soon as I fucking could.

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