She lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. “You’ve always been the most clueless of my boys.Mijo, Charlotte has always liked you. Ever since you were a freshman in high school, that girl followed you around with stars in her eyes. That’s why your brothers always teased you. And when you started dating Dakota, I’m surprised poor Charlotte didn’t crumble into dust and blowaway.”
It takes me several moments for me to process what my mother says, and then I pull over onto the shoulder because I feel like I’ve just been hit with a two-by-four.
I clear my throat. “She said she left NTU because she had feelings for me. I thought it was just in college because we spent a lot of time together. She was always over babysittingAsher.”
“In high school, she baked you cupcakes, went to your games, made you posters for spirit week, helped you with homework. She even hung out with you when you went through your guitar phase. I love you, but we both know you can’t play theguitar.”
“Is it weird that she always did more for me than Dakota everdid?”
“That’s because when you love someone, you’ll bend over backward to make them happy. Dakota didn’t love you, baby. We both knowthat.”
Whoa.
Whoa.
Love?Does Charlotteloveme?
My mom continues her rant about Dakota. “I know the last few years have been tough, but I’m glad you’re not messed up with her anymore.Le falta un domingo.” She’s missing a Sunday. That’s my mom’s nice way of saying Dakota’s not playing with a fulldeck.
I tilt my head back and stare at the ceiling. “I don’t know what to do aboutCharlotte.”
“If you don’t have feelings for her, don’t lead that poor girl on.” She pauses. “But if you do, you still have to be careful. She’s not someone you can have a flingwith.”
No shit. Wasn’t I just telling the guys this verything?
It’s my turn to sigh. “That’s a lot of pressure. What if I fuckup?”
“You were always a good boy, and you’ve grown into a good man. Trust yourinstincts.”
That’s just it. Ever since I broke up with Dakota, I don’t fucking trust my instincts anymore. Hell, I barely trust my teammates now, and that was always a given. Your teammates always have your back. That was something deeply ingrained in me. Something I would’ve sworn on until I found Troy in bed withDakota.
“Before I forget, let me tell you why I called,” my mom says. “I have some vacation time coming up, and I was wondering if I could get Asher for a few days. Maybe over homecoming week so you can enjoy the dance and bonfire without having to worry aboutbabysitting.”
I’d have the whole apartment, alone, with Charlotte. Just thinking about it makes my blood run hot. “You’re so good to me,mamá.”
She laughs. “I love you too,mijo.”
That night,I can’t sleep. I can’t stop replaying the moment Charlie pranced out of the bathroom wearing those little panties. I can’t stop seeing the way her tits bounced. I can’t stop thinking about how her hair draped over her slender shoulders and how I’d love nothing more than to rake my fingers through it before I fist it tight and drag her rosebud mouth tomine.
I’mfucked.
So much for staying focused onfootball.
When I do doze off, I dream about crossing the hall and slipping into Charlotte’s bed. How she’d fold back the blankets and pat the mattress. How she’d open her arms tome.
I wake with a start. Asher is splayed out across the bed like a starfish. Quietly, I head for the bathroom, lock the door, and blast theshower.
After I strip, I jump in and take my cock in my fist and give in to thefantasy.
First, I’d nibble Charlotte’s gorgeous tits, pinch those perfect pink nipples. Suck them, bite them. Make hersquirm.
Then I’d slide down her body and lick her sweet pussy until her legsquaked.
And when she swore she couldn’t come again, I’d slide into her wet heat until she arched her back and pulsed aroundme.
Groaning, I lean my forehead against the tile as Icome.
I never let myself think about Charlotte like this. Not since we were freshmen in high school. Once I thought she’d firmly friend-zoned me, I felt like she was offlimits.