Page 51 of The Hat Trick

I hope no one is ready to end this yet because I’m certainly not. And I want to give her ‘the more’ she was asking for last night. I want her to be so full of us she loses her damn mind.

Carefully, I get out of bed for my regular routine, just like last time. No one moves as I leave the bed, pull on a pair of sweatpants, and go downstairs. When my feet hit the bottom step, I stop dead in my tracks when I see my little sister sitting on my couch, cradling a cup of coffee.

My eyes shoot behind me to make sure no one followed me before I look back at Brynn.

“What are you doing here?” I whisper yell at her.

“Merry Christmas, big brother,” she rolls her eyes.

I run my hand down my face. I’ve spent what little free time I’ve had with Brynn since she arrived, but for some reason I forgot that today was Christmas.

“I said I would come get you,” I tell her. I didn’t want her just showing up to my house, partly for this reason right here.

She shrugs. “I was bored and didn’t feel like waiting so I Ubered here.”

“Okay, well, you really should have waited.”

I don’t know how I’m going to get out of this. I know Bryson is in town too, maybe I can just send her to go pick him up and then use that time to get everyone out of my house without the awkwardness that is sure to come if—

“Uh, well hi there,” Brynn says with a smile, setting her cup down and standing up. I turn around to see a shirtless McQuaid descending the stairs with a yawn.

“Fuck,” I grumble.

McQuaid looks from me to my sister, I catch his eyes scanning her, so I step in his view. He puts his hands up like he’s innocent. “Who’s that?” he asks.

Brynn peeks her head around me. “I’m Brynn, his baby sister, who are you?”

“Matt, his teammate.”

“Teammate Matt, what are you doing here Christmas morning…shirtless?” I can hear where she’s trying to go with this line of questioning, and I whip around to face her.

“It’s not whatever you’re thinking,” I say.

“What am I thinking?” she smirks, folding her arms across her chest.

Before I answer I hear another set of footsteps coming down the stairs, and I grumble about how this couldn’t get worse.

Dumont is also shirtless, his short curly hair is a mess, and he looks freshly fucked and I know this just got so much worse.

“Brent, if you want to admit something to me, it’s okay. I’ll understand,” Brynn teases.

“Oh my God, it’s not what you’re thinking. Can you just go get Bryson?” I run my hands through my hair, yanking at the strands.

Brynn flops back onto the couch. “Nope, I think I’m good watching whatever show this is. Except you. Move, I want a better view.”

I step in front of her again to prevent her from ogling my teammates. “Go pick up our brother.”

She rolls her eyes again, and groans. “Fine, but you’re a total buzzkill.”

Just when I think she’s about to leave, I hear one more person come down the stairs and I can’t help but look back at the glorious woman who comes into view. I thought Dumont looked freshly fucked, but he has nothing on how Chandler looks. Her long brown hair is messed up from sleeping on it wet, and she’s wearing one of my jerseys which makes me want to wrap her up and haul her off somewhere.

Her eyes land on mine, and then my sister. There’s a question written all over her face because I realize this might not look the best. Brynn has pin straight blonde hair, a tall lean frame and looks very comfortable in my home. I see the moment pain takes over in Chandler’s gaze, and I know exactly what she’s thinking.

“Chandler, this is my sister, Brynn,” I say instantly to take away that look which switches from hurt to shock in a split second.

Chandler yanks down the hem of the jersey that is already almost to her knees since I’m so much taller than her.

“Oh, um, hi.” Her eyes bounce from mine, to Brynn, to Dumont and McQuaid.

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