Page 4 of My Brother's Teammates

I straightened to my full height and rested my hands on the back of my head. “What else is there to do?”

“In my day, I liked to dabble in a lot of side games. Girls, drinking, even a little gambling here or there. Not that I suggest you do either of the last two.” He slapped my back again and grunted. “When’s the last time you took a girl out?”

I snorted. “Coach. I’m taking a full class load, working out twice a day, playing games either here or away on the weekends, and sometimes I like to take a shower in my own house for fun. I don’t have time to take a girl out. I don’t have time for this conversation. I need to shower and get to class across campus.”

He sighed and looked over at Hudson who was lounging on a weight bench. “Don’t worry about talking to him. Try to talk to a woman in that time slot instead. It could do you some good.”

I nodded and walked over to shove Hud off the bench. He hit the ground and groaned. “Come on, asshole. You can stop pretending to work out now. Coach already saw that you weren’t doing shit anyway.”

He pulled himself to his feet and swore. “Damn. I was hoping he wouldn’t notice me with all the grunting and sweating you were doing.”

I stripped out of my sweat-soaked shorts and walked into the shower, keeping my eyes chest level and up. Being in locker rooms over the years had already forced me into seeing more than my fair share of other guys’ junk. I turned on the water and grimaced as it took its time warming up.

Hudson swore like a sailor from next to me and the guys around us all laughed. Hudson DuPont wasn’t supposed to be able to talk like the kids from my neighborhood back home. He’d been raised by nannies and shit. His last name was on a building at our school. Yet, he had all the poshness of a piss-soaked mattress.

“Who the fuck do you have to blow around here to get some warm water? Jesus!” He ducked his head under the cold water and washed his hair while still complaining, so everything came out distorted.

I didn’t try to listen. I knew his normal rant about the cold water, the rough towels, the lack of soap that didn’t make his skin feel like sandpaper. I just took care of my own needs as fast as possible and used one of the rough towels to dry my hair off as I walked to my locker. I was running through a list of all I had to do that day when several whistles went up around me.

I looked up as the catcalls grew louder and found Jenny Ramsey standing in the doorway of the locker room, eyes wide and face bright red. She was making direct eye contact with my dick. Her giant whiskey-colored eyes were even larger than normal behind her black framed glasses and her pouty bottom lip was pinched between her teeth hard. Her hair was a wild mess of tangles that looked like it was trying to attack her face and she was wearing Axel’s championship T-shirt.

Jason had a lot of nerve bringing his little sister into our house. Jenny had a lot of nerve walking into the locker room like she had. The same way it always did when I thought about Jenny Ramsey, I felt a wave of aggravation and desire threaten to take out my carefully curated control. It pissed me off that the unaware woman was in my space. Unwelcome and unwanted.

“Well, damn, Baby Ramsey. Does big bro know you’ve got a kink for watching?” Hudson grunted when I elbowed him in the chest. “What?”

The guys around us had all the ammunition they needed. I watched Grayson whip his towel off and circle it over his head. “Baby Ramsey? Oh, Jason’s been hiding you from us!”

I growled and marched towards Jenny. “Out.”

She squeaked as she watched my dick swing and then spun around. “Oh, god. I’m so sorry! I was looking for Jason.”

“Well, he isn’t on my dick, Jenny.” My voice was rougher than I meant it to be, but I was using every ounce of energy to stop my blood from rushing to my dick. I wasnotgetting an erection in the locker room.

She hunched in on herself. “No, no. Sorry. I’m… I’m sorry!”

I watched as she rushed out of the room and then turned to the rest of the team who were still watching and making crude jokes. “Fuck off. Let Jason hear you saying that shit and you’ll lose your fucking teeth.”

Hudson met my gaze and grinned. “Did Axel sneak into his room last night?”

Anger crawled up my spine. “Why the fuck would I care?”

“Well, if Jason is going to murder Axel, it might affect the team.” Hud wrapped his towel around his waist and then chuckled. “Do you think she saw that my dick is bigger than yours?”

I snorted, caught off guard, and shoved him away. “She’s blind, but she’s notthatblind, Hud. Now get the fuck away from me so I can get dressed and go to class.”

He rubbed his hands together, looking every bit like the rich villain he was working on becoming. “I think I’m excited about Intro to Psych for the first time.”

“Jesus, Hud.” I refused to admit, even to myself, I was jealous that while I sat in Psych 441: Health Psychology, Hudson would be taking an easy class like Intro to Psych, staring at Jenny’s ass.

***Jenny***

Istoodinfrontof DuPont Science and tried not to blush as I thought about being inside a building named after Hudson’s family when I’d just seen Hudson’s very personal tower. It’d taken less than twenty-four hours to see all three of my brother’s best friends naked. I could never go back to that house. I could never face any of them again. That was too bad, though, because I had to walk into that building and go into lecture hall number three and sit in front of Hudson and Axel, next to Landon, all while my brother watched along.

I wasn’t sure I could do it. Facing Landon after walking away from his apartment the night before seemed like the worst thing I could do. Even worse than facing my brother and his friends when I knew what the friends’ dicks looked like. Big. Their dicks looked big. I palmed my forehead and tried to convince myself that I was only thinking about their dicks because I was in a state of panic and mourning after breaking up with Landon.

“Jenny.” The sound of Landon’s voice pierced through all other thoughts, and I winced like I’d been punched in the chest. Without turning to look at him I started into the building.

My stomach turned and I wondered what I’d eaten last. If I threw up, what did I need to prepare for?

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