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A few rows back, one of my teammates wentuuurp.
“Oh, great,” Coach said. “That's just great.”
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Tampa, FL.
We arrived at our hotel in the afternoon. The normal non-stop banter of the Boston Brawlers was completely missing as we dragged our wheelie suitcases down the long hall to our bedrooms.
My room came up first. I broke off from the group, swiped my key card, and staggered into the room.I shut the window curtains to blot out the bright Florida sun, climbed into bed, and tried to pass out.
But something wouldn't let me.
My damn balls. They'd ached all day.
Last night, I'd gotten so worked up with Brynn. But obviously, life had other plans for us. And since I never got my release, well, the pipes were feeling awfully sore and backed up.
There was only one thing to do.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the little black ball of fabric.Brynn's thong.I'd tried to give it back to her, but she didn't take it. She told me she didn't care what I did with it. I didn't know why I stealthily snuck it back into my pocket—and Ireallydidn't know why I took it with me on the flight to Tampa. It seemed like the right thing to do, in some sort of depraved way. I guess I didn't want to let her go. I guess it was a memento? A really fucking twisted one.
But all flight long, I sure liked thinking about the naughty little secret in my pocket.
Jesus,I thought with a self-deprecating snicker—the irony wasn't lost on me, of course. I remembered all the shit I gave Radar last season for his 'panty collection,' before he met Ella.
All this time, I thought I was better than those guys. I thought I had my shit figured out. But clearly, I'm no better. I just haven't met a girl that made me want to do dumb things in a long, long time.
I laid her thong across my abs. Just looking at that black lace lying atop my chiseled muscle made last night come rushing back. I could still taste the juicy heat of her lips against mine. I could feel the weight of her tits, bouncing and jiggling in my palm. I could hear her screams of orgasm as I licked and sucked at her sweet, sweltering pussy.
Damn.
I slipped my pants and boxers off. My cock eagerly inched up my navel as if it were reaching for Brynn's thong.
I closed my eyes and started to tug.
Brynn. She was all I could see, all I could hear, all I could taste.
It didn't take long.
“Ungghh!” I groaned.
I opened my eyes and looked down. Brynn's thong was drizzled with thick white lines. Cum was painted in streaks up and down my abs and chest.
A guilty lump swelled in my throat.Damn. I'm sick. What the hell got into me?
I pulled out my cell phone and took a picture. Yeah, the scene was kinda hot, but it was incriminating as hell to snap that picture. I didn't know why I was so compelled to take the picture, except a feeling that I ought to document my crimes. Maybe so next time I got all high and mighty about my teammates' transgressions, I could look at it and remind myself the kind of guy I was, too.
After I cleaned up and the shame went away, I called Chloe to let her know I made it in safe. She didn't answer.
I called Brynn next. My heart raced while the phone rang, but she didn't answer, either.
Huh. Great. Guess I'm getting the silent treatment from both girls.
Chapter 24
Brynn
When I woke, Shea was still home and busily moving about the house. But after last night's events, I was too ashamed and embarrassed to see or talk to him. I waited until I heard his Bentley leave the driveway before I emerged from my bedroom.
