Page 120 of Well Played

Noah reared back, an amused grin on his face. “You don’t scare me, Big B. Drills? Pshaw, you don’t scare me.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, even though my mind drifted back to Zoe. Her body, her laugh, her cries and whimpers when she came all over my cock.

Zoe. My Little Tornado isNoah’sZoe.

His best friend.

My baby brother’s fucking best friend.

“Call me Coach, Lil B. Or else.” My hand twitched, and my cock made it known to me that our girl was close by, and we fucking needed her. Now. Fuck, five minutes in her presence and every fucking thought involved filthy, fucking dirty as hell things. My eyes drifted to where she had disappeared only a few minutes before.

“Or else? I for one would love to see someone put Noah in his place,” she said, a lock of her bright hair wrapped around her finger as she grinned as the waiter shimmied up to our table.

The indistinct murmur of the crowd buzzed in my ears as everyone ordered, but when Noah added, “And our absent friend will have the Chettinad Chicken chicken, with basmati rice and an iced ginger tea.” That buzz turned to a roar at the idea that my baby brother memorized Zoe’s order. Because he had been out with her, and somehow, a part of me claimed her. Hated that anyone, even my baby brother, knew more about her than I did.Ishould be the one ordering for her. I growled low in my throat as Eden cleared her throat.

Caught.Our eyes met, and yep, that gleam in her eyes told me she heard every dirty detail.

But why the fuck did I feel like there was a missing piece of the puzzle? Noah was droning on and on about the fuck knew what. As per usual. Eden sat, popping fry after loaded fry in her mouth. An amused, if not worried, around the edges of her expression. When Noah took a breath, she said, eyes wide and not even close to innocent, “Gee, I hope Zoe is ok. So, tell me,Coach, how do you like Montreal so far? Have you found a place to live yet?”

“Big B is staying at my place-”

“Just until I find a place.”

Noah reared back. “What the hell? Is it because I gave you the room with the bunk beds?”

“No fucking way am I staying in your fucking kid's bedroom.”

My little brother rolled his eyes, reminding me so much of when he was younger, and I told him to run drills or had him go one on one with Mason. “Fine, you can have the guest room.”

Eden twisted on her stool, neck strained as her eyes darted over the crowd toward where Zoe disappeared.

“Gee, thanks.” Done with waiting for Zoe to come back, I said, “Be right back.” Noah gave me a thumbs up as he and Eden fought over ordering more food. She swatted his hand as he went to grab at the plate in front of her.

“Noah, I swear if you take one more, I’ll stab you with a fork,” she warned and pointed at him with said utensil. The two of them grinned and kept sparring until Eden called out as I walked away, “Keep an eye out for Zoe, will you, Coach Big B? Just in case she needs…help, or something.”

I left the two of them sparring with utensils as the food arrived. And zigged and zagged until I reached the hall where Zoe disappeared. But she was nowhere in sight. I glanced across the dining area, to the bar, but the girl who haunted my dreams was nowhere to be seen. I was just about to give up when I saw a flash of blue outside in the dimly lit open patio lounge area. The night air was cooler than usual, and she was the only person outside. My feet carried me to her of their volition, and when she spun and crashed into me, my arms instinctively wrapped around her to steady her so she wouldn’t fall.

“I knew you were falling for me, but this is a whole new level, honey.”

Her scent, just as fucking intoxicating as I remember, surrounded me, her sweet curves pressed against my body as she stared up at me. Trapped in a timeless moment. She blinked and stepped back as she crossed her hands over her chest. “Whole new level would be texting you and having you meet me in the bathroom, bend me over the sink, and stuff my panties in my mouth so no one would hear me scream when I come.”

Fuck yes. I closed the distance in two steps, loving the way her chest rose and fell with each breath. How her pupils dilated, and her lips parted softly. “Or,” I ran my nose along her jawline, and nipped the sensitive skin behind her ear, “I could fuck your mouth with my cock so no one could hear you and come down your throat. Take you home and ruin you all over again.”

There it was. That sound she made when she wanted me to touch her. The sound that permeated my dreams. Lived in my head as I stroked my cock over and over, remembering how fucking amazing it sounded falling from her.

The memory paled in comparison to the real thing.

Her hands gripped my shirt, curled into fists. Just as I thought she was about to give in, she shut her eyes and pushed me away. “We can’t. I can’t. Noah-”

“Is a pain in the ass grown up man.”

“And he’s my best friend.”

“And he’s my baby brother.”

“But…Brett, I only slept with you to get over someone. Who hurt me. That was why I was there that week. And I knew who you were when I saw you in the hotel lobby the day before I asked to borrow your phone. I saw an opportunity to get back at him for cheating on me, and keeping our relationship a secret.” She drew in a deep breath. “Sleeping with his new coach would be the kind of revenge the cheating asshole deserved. I can’t…I’m not worth it, Brett. This can’t happen.”

Her eyes, so full of fire and desire moments before, filled with a sadness that ate away at me. When she walked away from me for the third time, Zoe took a part of me with her.

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