I don’t have any siblings. The only family I have that come to my games are my parents. They’ve visited me in the locker room after an injury before but if that’s who’s here, he would have said it was my parents. Unless they decided to surprise me. Showing up after telling me they weren’t going to make it tonight.
“Your brothers and sister.”
I’m about to tell him to send them away. Not in the mood to deal with whatever bullshit this is. Then, I see her.
All done up in Bobcat colors. The purple and gold on her lips, begging me to kiss it off of her. Or better yet, wanting her to paint my cock with them.
The front of my pants grows tighter, thinking about all the things we could do before halftime. Until my “brothers” follow her in.
“Who are these jokers?” I should just be happy she’s here.
How can I be, when she shows up with three, big dudes that are very obviously not related to her?
Jealousy flares behind my eyes. I have half a mind to fuck my shoulder completely and take all three of them on.
“We’ll stand guard,” the shirtless one with a pawprint painted on his chest says. With a wave of his hand, the other two go with him. I can just see the back of a purple plastic wig through the narrow window in the door when they close us in.
“Just come here to show me you’ve moved on?” I want to kick my own ass when Meghan levels her gaze at me and huffs.
“That mouth of yours is why we’re in this mess. So why don’t you do yourself a favor and shut it?” Meghan stands beside the bench and needlessly, and somewhat aggressively, fidgets with the bandage wrapped around the ice pack strapped to my shoulder.
I follow her advice and keep my mouth shut.
Her touch becomes gentler with every silent second that passes. Until she asks, “Is it bad?”
“Probably out for the season.”
Maybe it’s the lipstick but somehow she makes frowning sexy.
Her hand drifts down my arm until her fingers land in my palm. I close my hand around hers.
“I’m sorry,” she says.
“No. I’m the one who needs to be sorry. We wouldn’t be in this mess if I hadn’t made that stupid bet. Without it, the only thing that would have stopped me kissing you was you.”
“I wouldn’t have stopped you. I think that’s what made me so mad. I’d worked so hard not to put myself in that situation. It was the worst kind of irony that the second I wanted it, you didn’t. I felt so stupid.”
“I’m the stupid one, not you.”
“Your heart was in the right place. You tried to tell me. I should have let you. We both played our part in screwing things up.”
I bring the back of her hand to my lips. After kissing it, I press her palm to my cheek. “I promise, Meghan. I won’t play games with your heart ever again.”
“Oh, Trent.” Meghan throws her arms around me. I ignore the pain in my shoulder to hold her around her sumptuous waist.
When the citrus in her hair fills my nose, I’m desperate to taste her. Letting my lips drift over her skin, I place an open-mouthed kiss on her neck.
Meghan hums, pressing her body tighter against me. All of her soft curves melt against my lean muscled frame, making my cock instantly hard.
“I want you, Meghan. So fucking bad.”
She traces my cheekbone with the tip of her nose. When the sides of our noses meet, so do our lips, sliding against each other until they part and our tongues crash and roll.
After I push her jacket off her arms, she goes to work on my pants while I struggle with the pain in my shoulder to unbutton her blouse.
Catching on, Meghan abandons my fly and stands back to strip her shirt and jeans.
“Holy hell, Meghan.” I stroke my raging hard-on and stare wide-eyed as she unlatches her bra and lets it slip off her bountiful tits.