Page 8 of Mr. Charming

He brought the package to his mouth, tearing open the foil wrapper, then hoisted me up on a small chest of drawers.

“God, you’re so hot.”

I didn’t mean to let that internal thought out, but Tweetie only glanced at me through his long eyelashes as he rolled the condom down his impressive length with one hand. It wasn’t anything he didn’t already know.

“You almost ruined my game tonight,” he said.

“Why?”

His hands found my hips before sliding down to my ass and plucking me off the dresser, then walking us back over to the wall. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you. The way you were cheering and hitting the glass. Fuck, I wanted to ditch the game and fuck you right there in the middle of the arena.”

My entire body needed this man. What was he doing to me? He was just supposed to be a checkmark in a box and nothing more. “Well, you can fuck me now.”

“Just so you know, once isn’t going to be enough.”

“You saying you have the stamina to fuck me more than once tonight?” I gave him a challenging look, and he chuckled.

“You have no idea the ride you’re about to have.”

“Let’s see what you got, hotshot.” Then I laughed until he slid inside me, filling me completely and shutting me up.

But no worries, Tweetie knew exactly what he had, and he was right, once wasn’t enough. Nor was twice. It took three times and many positions before we both collapsed on the mattress.

Don’t worry, it was a great night, but I snuck out right as dawn hit. Check mark accomplished.

Five

Tweetie

Ever since I hung up with Aiden, my mind has been in a tailspin and unable to straighten.

Tedi is… I can’t even fathom what it will be like to see her again, let alone work alongside her. What if one of these dipshits hits on her, or worse, she starts dating one? I shake my head, trying to engage in the bullshit locker room talk going on around me, which lately consists of my three best buddies talking about what they did with the loves of their fucking lives the night before.

I’m the odd man out now. Conor and Eloise disappeared all weekend, and I’ve started going out with the Chipmunks. Every night I feel older than the last when I say my goodbyes and they continue down to the bar that’s open the latest.

Now with Tedi coming here, I’m a complete and utter mess.

Conor pushes open the locker room doors, causing all of us to stop dressing and turn and look at him. He’s late. The last one to arrive.

He drops his bag and raises his hands. “I have an announcement to make. I’m a married man!” He shows off his left ring finger that’s tattooed with a giant E.

“What the hell?” Rowan walks over to him.

“Beat you to it,” he says, then points at Henry. “Beat you too.”

“You got married?” I ask, fully turning around, not understanding why he’s marrying someone he’s only been with for a matter of months.

“And you didn’t invite us?” Henry scowls at Conor.

“Three-day trip to Vegas,” he says.

Yeah, I knew they weren’t home, but they’re always crossing something off those damn bucket lists of theirs. I never thought it would be getting married.

Coach Buford comes out of his office. “What’s going on out here?”

“Pinkie got married,” Alvin says. He’s a nice enough kid, though maybe I just think that because I’ve been spending way too much time with him. But he’s always in the know and has the gossip.

Coach trains his gaze on Conor for a moment. “Congratulations,” he deadpans. “The rest of you, listen up. There’s been a development with this whole social media thing the league is pushing. Gill just got the axe, which I think we can all agree is a good thing for him and us.”

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