Page 22 of Winning Brynn

She huffs, cocking her hand on her hip. "But Leo is so boring."

It's probably not the time to tell her that, boring or not, women have never had an issue when screaming it in ecstasy. So, with a roll of my eyes, I walk to the window and look out over the city with my arm resting on the glass above my head.

"Then call me Sully," I suggest, catching her slow perusal of my body in the reflection.

When her gaze meets mine through the glass, her cheeks flush the prettiest shade of rose.

"Can't," she breathes. "Reminds me of that Tom Hanks movie where he crashed a plane into the Hudson."

I spin to face her with my jaw dropped in shock. "Helandeda plane on the Hudson."

She shrugs. "Same difference."

"Nope. Very different. That film is a true story, you know. A pilot actually did that and saved everyone's lives, with not one single casualty. Put some bloody respect on the Sully name.”

As if possessed by some sort of demented hyena, she throws her head back and howls with laughter. "I can't..." she wheezes. "I can't breathe."

I simply watch her hyperventilate in front me, less than amused. "I'm struggling to understand the joke."

After at least three more minutes of maniacal laughter, she finally begins to calm down.

"You wanna tell me what that was about?" I ask, eyebrow cocked.

She's panting with her hands on her knees as she fights to catch her breath, exhausted from laughing, though clearly not enough to refrain from attempting to impersonate me. I’m just about able to hear her squeak the word “bloody” in between her heaving breaths.

Let it be known, I've never met a person worse at doing British accents and yet makes it their life mission to do it as often as possible.

"That sounds South African."

She shrugs. "Well, I think I nailed it."

"Your self-confidence is misguided."

"Your hairline and I have that in common."

If she wasn't my best friend's little sister, I'd bend her over my couch and fuck the attitude right out of her. I'm sure I'd find her less infuriating if her pussy was gripping my cock like it never wants me to leave. Making her come until she can't breathe is probably the only way to shut her up.

Annnnd now I have a boner.

Brilliant.

"Okay, Brynn, good talk. I've got shit to do, so let me show you around before all this bullshit gives me an aneurysm."

“Sure.” She nods with faux sincerity. "I’d hate to hold up your call with the hair transplant clinic."

And God help me, but as I turn away and lead her through the main room, I smile.

"Daddy Sully and the bros" group chat

Roman:How we feeling for practice tomorrow, broskies? Coach is always a hardass on the first day of pre-season.

Alex:I'm not worried. Been keeping up with my cardio *wink face*

Leo:I'm not sure sex actually counts as cardio.

Alex:It does if you work hard enough.

Roman:To be fair, I've seen the dude in action, and he’s definitely hitting his target BPM.

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