Page 85 of How to Score Off Field

“Honestly, you’re just so beautiful. I just keep kicking myself for not seeing it sooner.”

“It’s not your fault, Drew. Everybody forgot that I was around if Grady was around, and nobody was going to mess with his little sister.”

“The funny thing is he never warned us away from you. I think it was just naturally understood, right? Like bro code. Like dating somebody’s ex-girlfriend or whatever. You just don’t do it.”

“Well. Too late for that.” She laughs. “We did it.”

“Itistoo late for that now,” I concur. “So we might as well have fun, yeah?”

“Indeed.” Tess hesitates. She seems to gather her courage enough to say, “What next? Should I take off my top?”

She laughs, but I also think she’s serious.

“If you want to show me your beautiful boobs, who am I to object?”

“I’ll take off mine if you take off yours,” she negotiates, one hand disappearing from view to pull at the hem of her white tank.

Shit, that’s an easy one.

I scramble to yank my tee shirt off, tossing it to the end of the bed in a heap, and when I go back to my phone—back to looking at Tess—I draw in a breath.

“Damn, you’re hot.”

Fire.

Beautiful.

I can’t see her entire chest but don’t have to—the tease she’s giving me is getting me hard. The tease she’s giving me makes me want to see the entire thing again in person. Up close.

This is me wanting to fuck her again.

Instead, I have to settle for the only thing I can get right now, which is ogling her through the phone. I'll take what I can get, and right now, that is a peep show of her goods. Of all her best parts…

She quickly lowers her phone to give me a glimpse of her tits, but raises it so fast it’s a blur.

“Oh, come on now!” I practically shout. “Not fair.”

“Gotta be quick, and don’t take your eyes off the prize.”

Prize? She sure is.

In reply, I flex my pec muscles, making her laugh.

“I wouldn’t have pegged you as the type who could do that.”

I flex them again, making them dance up and down. “So douchey, I know. Can’t help it, though. I’m showin’ off.”

Tess laughs, then flashes me again at a moment when I’m not looking.

“Dammit, knock it off!”

And that’s when my fucking brother barges into my room, door slamming open as he fills the space.

“What are you doing?” He eyeballs me but doesn’t come all the way inside, thank fucking god.

“Nothin’.”

“Pfft.” He leans against the doorframe and crosses his arms. “Are you on the phone with someone?”

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