Page 77 of The Hat Trick

I lean down to pull her lip out with my own teeth before kissing her softly. “Sleep.”

She huffs as I pull back, but she settles into the bed a little bit more and closes her eyes. Dumont follows as I make my way to the living room.

“You good, man?” he asks, the concern evident in his voice.

I’m putting my shoes on as I answer, “Yeah, it’s all good.”

He nods. “Okay, see ya at practice.”

“Let her sleep at least a few hours,” I tell him, seriously.

“Whatever you say, Captain.” He rolls his eyes before walking back toward his bedroom.

* * *

I’m cookingbreakfast when Brynn emerges from one of my guest rooms. I know she went out with some people she met last night, and I can see how hungover she is. Her blonde hair is a mess, and she still has smudged makeup around her eyes.

“Fun night?” I ask, sliding a cup of coffee across the island to her as she flops down in one of the chairs.

“Remind me to never have tequila again,” she gags at her own mention of the alcohol.

“You’re in college in another state, I can’t tell you what to do.”

She groans, resting her forehead on her arm. I bite back a chuckle as I focus on plating the eggs I just made. I slather butter on a slice of toast before sliding that over to her as well since I know she won’t want anything else but should eat something.

With my own plate I sit on the stool next to her with my own breakfast and coffee. She groans again before lifting her head and glaring at me. “Are you trying to make me sick?”

“I gave you coffee and toast?” I question.

“The egg smell is going to make me vom.” She drops her head down again, and because I’m her big brother I do the most reasonable thing which is to move my plate even closer to her while scooting my body as close to her as I can and chew obnoxiously.

She slaps me away with an annoyed sound and tries her best to get away from me.

“You’re mean, you’re supposed to be my sweet older brother,” she huffs as I chuckle, settling back into my own seat.

“Not so sure about that,” I counter. I was the one who raised Brynn, but that doesn’t prevent me from messing with her from time to time. Especially when I’m in a good mood like I am this morning.

I haven’t stopped thinking of Chandler, what we all did and how I felt about it. How perfect she was. How right it felt. I would’ve thought having a foursome involving two of my teammates would be weird as fuck and impossible to be into it, but it was the opposite. It really is all about her, and seeing her so consumed by her pleasure, the pleasure we are giving her is the greatest thing I’ve ever witnessed.

I’m pulled from my thoughts when Brynn slams her coffee mug on the counter a little harder than necessary.

“I heard from Brandon,” she practically whispers.

My fists clench on the counter, my appetite suddenly gone. “Yeah? What did he ask for?”

She shrugs. “I didn’t answer, he left a message, and I haven’t listened to it. Not sure if I want to.”

I take a second to calm down before responding, “Do you want me to listen to it with you?”

Brynn thinks for a couple moments before shaking her head. “I don’t know. I might just delete it. I’m going to shower and try to feel human again.”

She gets up and walks back toward the guest room. I finish my breakfast and clean up the dishes but leave Brynn’s plate in case she decides she wants food once she’s done. I pick up my phone to text Chandler to check in. I can’t count how many times I thought about going back over there to stay with her last night.

Brent: Tell me they let you sleep.

Chandler: Solid two hours, thank you for checking.

Brent: I’m kicking them out next time, so you’ll get some rest.

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