Page 38 of Playmaker

What was it again?

“She always gets the fettuccine,” Ethan supplies, oblivious to what’s going on beneath the table. “Basic as hell.”

“I’m not—”Fuck. His hand is on my pussy now, his middle finger dragging up and down the fabric of my underwear over my slit. I have to clear my throat to try again, and Cameron covers his mouth with his free hand to stifle a laugh.

I’m going to kill him.

Yet here I am, parting my thighs slightly wider to grant him more access.

“I’m not basic,” I reply with more confidence. Thankfully, we’re interrupted when the waiter brings us our garlic bread, so no one notices my clumsiness. I’m quick to snatch a piece if only to have an excuse not to speak because my mouth is full.

Cameron grabs one, too, eating with one hand while moving my panties to the side and sliding that middle finger of his up and down my soaking wet slit. He shifts subtly in his seat, but it’s a dead giveaway to me that he’s finding this difficult too. For whatever reason, that excites me.

He’s playing with my clit as I stuff my face with garlic bread to tamp down my moans. We must be pretty good at this considering my family hasn’t so much as looked in our general direction.

One second I’m in a lust-filled daze, and the next Cameron rips his hand from between my thighs while wearing that cocky grin of his. His eyes flick to mine, and I can see his fingers glistening with my arousal when he brings them to his mouth andlicks them.

My body is on fire.

“Mmm,” he hums. “That garlic bread is delicious.”

“Isn’t it?” my mom adds. “I swear, I can’t find another place like this. It’s expensive, but completely worth it. Don’t you think so, Richard?”

“Definitely,” he agrees. “One of our favorite date spots.”

“Speaking ofdates. . . ” Ethan wipes his hands on a napkin and twists toward me. I’m praying my face doesn’t look as red as it feels. My brother doesn’t react when he adds, “Mark was working out in the gym today, too, with us, and he asked me if I could text him your number. He wants to ask you out.”

Cameron stiffens beside me, the lust in the air between us evaporating with my brother’s words.

“He does? Did you give him it?”

“Well, I was going to until Cameron suggested I ask you first.”

I arch a brow in said person’s direction. “Oh really?”

“Yeah.” Ethan continues. “We think Mark is a stand-up guy, so if you’re cautious about going on a date with him because you’re wary of his intentions, don’t be. We want you to go for it.”

“We?”The question comes out before I can stop it, but what the hell? I thought Cameron and I were exploring things, not messing with other people. I said there’d be no expectations, but that didn’t mean we could fool around with whomever we wanted.

Oh god.

Is he messing around with other girls?

Is that why he agreed to exploring things? Because he wants to play the field?

It’s clear I didn’t express my wants enough if that’s how he’s viewing things. Obviously, whatever connection I thought we had isn’t emotional. Our friendship might be, but anything past that? Purely physical.

Then again, why am I surprised? He told me he doesn’t do relationships. They aren’t his thing. What was I expecting? Him to become a changed man after we messed around a few times?

I’m an idiot.

An utter idiot.

“Is that the boy who used to play football with you guys?” Mom asks. She takes a sip of wine, and I’ve never been more jealous of her for being of legal age. If I was twenty-one, I’d down an entire glass in seconds.

Just two more years.

When Ethan nods, she smiles. “Oh, I always liked him. You should let him have your number, honey. He seems like a nice boy.”

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