Page 65 of My Brother's Teammates

Ryder swore and stood up. “What the fuck are they doing?”

We followed his gaze and saw Hudson and Jenny running at full speed away from the neighbor’s house. Jenny’s hair had a life of its own as she ran straight at Ryder and wrapped herself around him.

“I was here the whole time!”

Hudson leaned casually against the porch railing. “Beautiful day out, isn’t it?”

Mike sighed. “Jenny, where’s your mother?”

Jenny giggled. “She’s on the phone with Sarah, Dad. Just letting her know she had a package delivered in front of her porch earlier. Mom wasn’t sure she’d been able to see it from the door.”

I kissed Jenny’s shoulder and smiled. “That’s our little criminal.”

She turned and jumped into my arms. “Now that that’s handled, I can tell you guys how much I missed you.”

Jason gagged. Mike groaned. Mary clapped from the doorway, happiness for her daughter clear. And down the street, a woman screamed as glitter exploded all over her body and house.

***Jenny***

Sleepingoveratmyparents house after hearing my mother say they’d messed around on every surface available wasn’t exactly what I had in mind that night. Dad had kept the guys around for so long playing football and talking to them that it’d been too late to drive back, though. We had an early morning ahead of us for the guys to get back to campus in time for practice, but after watching my guys sit across from my parents at the kitchen table, lost in a game of Monopoly, I was fine with it all. Worth it. I had a new core memory of Dad threatening Jason and Axel because they were definitely cheating.

I was aching for a chance to reconcile completely with the guys. It’d been a long weekend and I’d spent too much time thinking I’d never feel happy in their arms again. I wanted to make up for lost time, but being with my family wasn’t the appropriate time for that. Dad had smartly made the guys all sleep in Jason’s room with him, thinking that Jason would hear if any of them tried to sneak into my room in the middle of the night. It was smart, but annoying because I just needed a level of comfort that I couldn’t get in front of my family.

After hours of tossing and turning, I gave up and decided to take a shower to see if that would help any. Stripping down, I stepped under the hot water and closed my eyes. Muscles instantly eased out of their tense positions and the small remnant of a headache that I’d had from crying the morning before faded. I leaned against the cold shower wall and let the water pelt me while I thought of what my life had changed into so fast. No more secrets. Just love and more of it than I had any right to claim.

Those were the thoughts painting a silly smile on my face when Axel slipped into the bathroom with me. The soft click of the door shutting startled me and when I saw him standing there, I gasped. I opened my mouth to chew him out for scaring me, but he put his finger to his lips while stripping.

My blood pumped harder and hotter as I watched his naked body come closer to the shower. The part of me that was still a child in my parents’ home wanted to scream about how bad of an idea it was, but the woman who missed her man tingled in all the best places for him. When he stepped into the shower and pulled the door closed behind him, I was in his arms immediately, pressed against him from shoulders to knees.

He cupped the back of my head and kissed me deeply, drawing out a low moan. He wrapped his other arm around me and braced me to his body, as if I’d ever try to go anywhere. Kissing across my mouth and jaw, he whispered to me in hushed tones. “Fuck, I’ve missed you, Kitten.”

I ran my hands over his neck and shoulders, doing my best to feel every part of him I could. “I missed you, too. I hated this. I hate not being able to sleep with you tonight.”

He moved back to my mouth and teased my lips with his tongue, stroking until I sucked his tongue into my mouth and nipped it. His hands dropped to my ass and he lifted me, just to pin me against the shower wall. “You’re going to have to stay quiet, okay?”

I reached between us and gripped his shaft. “You’re going to have to make me stay quiet.”

He swore under his breath when I lined our bodies up and then he sank into me as deep as he could get. Before any sound could escape my mouth he slanted his lips over mine and quieted me. Rolling his hips, his pelvis rubbed my clit and his dick rubbed something inside me just perfectly. It was already too good and he’d just started.

I gripped handfuls of his hair and held on as my world was tilted back onto its axis. He righted my sense of gravity with the thrusting of his lips and the strokes of his tongue. I cried into his mouth as he worked his hips into me, driving me into the shower wall and closer to an orgasm that was long overdue.

He ripped his mouth away from mine and instead covered my mouth with one of his hands while pressing his lips to my ear. “This. I want this every morning, Kitten. I want to feel you clinging to me like you’ll die if you don’t come on my dick. I want to see these whiskey eyes turn chocolate for me and I want to smell your arousal leaking down your thighs. I want to fuck you everywhere, leaving a trace of us every single place. Mostly, though, I just want to fucking love you. Like this. The way it started, Kitten. You and me, wasting water together.”

I clung to him harder, tears squeezed from my eyes as the pleasure grew bigger and bigger.

“I love you, Kitten. I’m going to love you for as long as you’ll let me. I want it all.” He drove his dick into me harder and faster, rocketing us both towards a release that felt too fast, but inevitable. “Tell me you fucking love me. Tell me.”

He ripped his hand away from my mouth and I lost myself in his eyes. I felt like I was suspended in time as I saw his emotions for me and felt my own for him. I couldn’t catch my breath, couldn’t think past him. My body shook with pleasure, my breaths were gasping, needy things, but I couldn’t not tell him. My words came out broken and raw, my heart exposed completely. “I fucking love you!”

He slammed his mouth over mine and devoured my cries of pleasure and pain as I came with the knowledge that my heart would never be my own again. He owned it. Hudson and Ryder owned it. I came hard and felt him come with me, filling me. My brain flashed images of our maybe future, of maybe children and maybe picket fences. Whatever ache came from losing my heart to them, it was soothed by everything they gave me and would continue to give me.

Axel kissed me everywhere with soft touches as he pulled out and grabbed the soap to wash me. “What are you thinking about, Kitten?”

I opened my tired eyes and smiled, finding him watching me so closely. “Kids. White picket fences. One hundred and one dogs.”

His eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t run away from my post-orgasm openness. “Wow. You have a timeline I should fill the guys in on?”

I stroked his cheeks. “No rush. As long as I have the three of you.”

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