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I slink away from my brother and Santino, my heart beating wildly in my chest from that very uncomfortable exchange. Once inside the safety of the suite loo, I open the bag up to find a very nice white jersey with green trim and big block letters on the back that say Logan. He wasn’t lying! Plus, it fits perfectly. As I smooth the hem over top of my wide-legged jeans and finger comb my loose hair in the mirror, my heart swells with pride. Not just because I’m wearing my brother’s number today but because this was an extremely thoughtful gift from Santino. I’m not sure I’ve ever received such a sweet gift from a man.
Knowing this gift can’t be all hearts and flowers, I glance into the bag again and dig beneath several layers of tissue paper before I find a small box and an envelope. I open it up to see a note from Santino:
You say you like a challenge…put these on and see how challenging this match gets when I have all the control.
Frowning, I open up the box, and my eyes widen when I see what’s inside.
It’s the knickers I stuffed into his suit pocket the other day, but there’s something attached to the centre strip of fabric.
“It can’t be,” I whisper as I look down at the wee black device shaped like a very slim keyboard mouse. On the back, I spot a charging port and a simple on/off switch.
He’s given me fucking vibrating knickers. What a cunt.
Cringing, I slide the switch to on, and a soft buzz alights in my hand, confirming my original assessment. Liquid heat instantly pools in my belly as I imagine Santino using this on me. I mean, I don’t hate that idea. The thought of him pushing in this door right now and assaulting my sex with this wee thing is enough to have my entire body quivering with anticipation.
But giving it to me with my knickers doesn’t sound like that’s what he wants me to do right now. “He can’t be serious.”
As if on cue, my mobile pings inside my pocket, and I pull it out to see a text from Santino.
Santino: Yes, I gave you vibrating knickers, and yes, I have complete control over them through an app on my mobile. Leave the switch to on.
Tilly: You can’t expect me to put these on now.
Santino: Oh, I absolutely do, Tilly. Unless of course, you’d rather I have a nice talk with Mac about my feelings for you? I think I’ve warmed him up nicely with the bag of old kits.
Tilly: You are such an eejit.
Santino: So, is that a yes to wearing them? I’ve been hard all day thinking about having your pleasure at the tips of my fingers. I have very nimble fingers if you recall.
I swallow nervously as an erotic thrill pulses in my veins. This is the Santino I was attracted to five years ago. Domineering, demanding, and discreetly kinky. Inhaling sharply, I type back my reply.
Tilly: I’ll wear them with pride, Sonny.
Santino: Oh Trouble, this is going to be so much fun.
I slowly make my way out to the stadium seats on the balcony just as the football game begins, acutely aware of the foreign object between my thighs. It has a ridged nub on the front that grinds against my clit as I walk, causing my body to stir without even a tease of vibrations yet.This is going to really test my strength.
Santino’s eyes follow me from his spot at the bar where he’s standing with Gareth. I do my best to avoid that smug expression dancing in his eyes. I’m a Scottish lass through and through, and he’s not going to get the best of me.
I find an open seat on the end of the back row next to Freya. Mac is on the other side of her, and Allie and Sloan are farther in from them. I casually glance through the glass wall behind me to see that Santino has moved from the bar to sit squarely behind Mac. His dark eyes are swimming with wicked revenge.
As the match starts, I do my best to focus on the players whizzing the football up and down the pitch. Normally, I can get sucked right into a match and scream louder than most spectators. But normally, I don’t have a vibrator between my lower lips and Santino’s dark eyes watching my every move.
The game is a bit dull at first with very little action in front of either goal. But at the thirteen-minute mark, Camden Harris has fast footwork that confuses his defender, leaving him wide open for a shot at close range. A hard kick to the bottom left corner is saved by a diving catch from Booker Harris, and the entire stadium is on their feet, erupting in a chant ofHarris! Harris! Harris!
Everyone in the suite laughs and cheers loudly because it’s a kind gesture to both brothers as they point to each other in a beautiful display of brotherly sportsmanship. Freya and I are clapping and smiling like loons when suddenly, the space between my legs alights with a sensation that has me nearly falling onto Belle sitting in front of me.
“Are you okay, Tilly?” Freya asks, her voice nearly drowned out by the cheers.
My lips thin as I give her a crisp nod and struggle to keep my breath steady. “I’m great! What a save from Booker!”
“I know, the baby of the family is such a star!” She waves her hands in the air excitedly, joining in the chants again as she high-fives Booker’s wife, Poppy, sitting next to Belle.
When she directs her attention to the pitch along with everyone else, I feel the vibration move from the front of the device to the back, zigging and zagging, to and fro. What in the hell? Does this thing have a bloody sensor pad?Fuck me, I’m in trouble.
My thighs press together involuntarily as I catch the eye of Allie, who raises an eyebrow at my troubled expression. I wave her off with a grimace and pretend to have a coughing fit to cover up my erratic breath.
Glancing over my shoulder, I find Santino watching me with a hungry look in his eyes that makes me want to rip this thing out of my knickers and throw it in his face.
