Page 6 of Dirty Brothers
“I’m not a prude,” I hiss.
“Never said you were, Lollie, but you were with Brady for a long ass time and you never gave up the cookie for that fucker. What changed?” Her question is fair and honestly, I don’t know how to answer it. Brady pressured me all the time to let him be the one to take my virginity but I don’t know, it just never felt right. But something about those guys last night just seemed…right.
“Honestly? I don’t know. I just wanted to live in the moment and call me crazy or whatever but I felt safe with them.” Her face contorts in confusion so I push on. “I never felt secure with Brady. He always mentioned certain things about my body that he would like to change or whatever, but when those threelooked at me I felt…beautiful. Wanted. Needed even and that is something I have never felt before.” I know they are strangers and I have no idea who they are, but last night was the best fucking night of my life.
“Are you going to see them again?” I gnaw on my bottom lip and try not to smile but fail. “Oh. My. God!”
“Shhhhh,” I scold and make sure we haven’t drawn any attention from the nearby crowd. “I told them if they wanted to do it again I would be back there Friday after the game. So I guess we’ll just have to wait and see if they show up or not.”
SIX
KINGSTON
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her all week.
I can still feel the way her cunt clamped down on my cock and the sounds she made. Fuck, just picturing the way her body flushed as she came on my dick has me fucking hard?—
“Kingston!” I snap my head up and look toward the box where Brayden is gripping the edge and glaring at me.
“What?” I call back.
“Get your ass here now.” I roll my eyes and skate toward the fucker to see why he’s on a rampage. I pass Justin who is grinning at me like a fuckwit.
“I’ll break your jaw,” I snap at him just before I reach Brayden, who is standing there glaring down his fucking nose at me, his blue eyes shooting daggers at me. “What?”
“We’ve run the same fucking play five times and you can’t block one shot? You want me to bench you for this fucking game?”
My anger peaks and I’m prepared to throw fucking hands at my brother if I have to. He may be our coach but he’s my brother first, and that gives me the right to break his fucking nose if I want to.
“Try it and I will fucking?—”
“Are you boys fighting, again?” Both Bray and I turn to the side to see our mom standing there with… Molly. I’m rendered silent just by the sight of her. She looks fucking edible in just a pair of jeans and a hoodie but when I see the logo on the front, my upper lip pulls back in a snarl. Her brows bunch at the look on my face but she says nothing. Seeing her wear our rival's hoodie disgusts me. She shouldn’t be wearing a Washington Knights one, she should be wearing a Washington Saints one.
“No, ma’am,” Bray answers but the grit in his tone gives him away, causing our mom to purse her lips. Not wanting to upset her, I plaster a smile on my face and skate closer to them, then lean over to place a kiss on my mom’s cheek. I turn to focus on the little birdy that has taken up too much space in my head this past week.
I reach my hand out to her. She stares at it for a second before placing hers in mine, bringing a grin to my face at the feeling of her tiny hand in mine. “Molly, is it?” I purr.
Her lips pinch to the side as she nods. “Yeah,” she breathes out.
“Nice to meet you, Molly. I’m Kingston,” I say, then release her hand and move back a step. Justin arrives at that second and stands next to me and yanks his helmet off. When she looks at both of us her jaw unhinges and her eyes widen.
“You’re twins?” she squeaks, making us both smirk.
“Two is always better than one,” Justin says suggestively, making Bray chuckle. Mom sighs and shakes her head.
“Can you boys tone it down, please?” All three of us shoot our mom a megawatt smile. “I thought it was a good idea to bring Molly down here and introduce her to you all but I can see that was a bad idea.”
“Nah, it was a great idea,” Brayden says smoothly. “It’s about time we all met considering our parents are about to be married and we’re going to be family.” Molly snaps her mouth closed butI can see she is still on edge and keeps darting her gaze around the rink like she is looking for someone.
“Are we not amusing enough for you?” Justin pushes, drawing her attention back to us.
She scoffs and shoots us a withering look. “The rink isn’t my favorite place these days,” she answers.
“Why is that?” Brayden pushes.
I can see she is debating how to answer, but when a sigh escapes her I know she is going with the truth. “My ex is the captain of the Washington Knights and I don’t fancy running into him.” The three of us share a look but before me or Bray can say anything, Justin skates forward and leans over the edge, forcing Molly to shift or risk him brushing against her. He digs through his duffle bag and pulls out his backup playing jersey and hands it to her. She takes it without thought and stares from it to him a couple of times before asking, “What’s this?”
“Burn that piece of shit hoodie you’re wearing and come to the game tonight wearing my number and I promise your ex will go out of his fucking mind.”
