Did I really have to choose?
I wet my finger and dabbed at the lipstick on Marcello’s cheek. “Oops! Sorry about that. I don’t want your teammates giving you shit.”
He rolled his broad shoulders and smiled. “I don’t care. A kiss from you is good luck.”
While Luca was lean and muscular, Marcello was thick in the arms and chest and built like a professional boxer. His arms were so massive that I tried to wrap both hands around his biceps and only got halfway.
I giggled and peered up at him, all of that muscle and sex towering over me. “Mmm… Your arms are so big, Marcello.”
He winked.
I blushed ten shades of red.
“I’m going to win this game for you, Princess.”
“I’ll be in the stands cheering for you.”
I gave him one more kiss on his cheek, and he kissed me back, sending a ripple of electricity throughout my body.
“Break a leg,” Luca said.
It sounded like he wanted Marcello actually to break his leg. He was jealous of the competition.
“Cello!” Sonny Cormac popped out of the locker room. “Yo, we’re up in five. Stop fucking around.”
My brother had a crush on Sonny. They had been hanging out, but Aiden acted like he hated him at school. My brother was so afraid of getting close to anyone out of habit. He never felt settled with our parents, waiting for the rug to be ripped out from under him.
I understood his hesitation.
“Well, what do we have here?” Sonny shoved a hand through his short blond hair, glancing at me. “Little Wellington. Did you come to wish us luck?”
“Of course.” I beamed a smile at him. “Good luck, Sonny.”
Sonny scooped me into his arms and gave me a good squeeze. “Thanks, beautiful. Are these animals taking good care of you?”
“Mind your business, Cormac,” Luca growled, tugging me away from Sonny.
Sonny got in his face. “Aiden’s sister is my business, Salvatore.”
Luca sneered. “Put your hands on her again, and you won’t like the consequences of touching what’s mine.”
“Okay, enough.” Marcello moved between them. “Son, let’s go. We need to focus on the game.”
Sonny headed into the locker room without an argument, Marcello following.
“If you touch my brother like that again,” Luca said to me, “we’re going to have a fucking problem, Drea.”
I folded my arms under my breasts and scowled. “Is hugging not allowed in the Luca Salvatore rulebook?”
Bastian laughed. “Cherry, you know better than to poke the dragon. Remember what he did the last time?”
“How could I forget when Luca fucked those cheerleaders in the bathroom?” I flicked my long curls over my shoulder and looked at Luca. “If you ever do that shit to me again, I’ll make you watch me fuck every player on the football team—including Marcello.”
“Go ahead, baby girl.” Luca’s top lip quivered with anger he couldn’t hide. “See if I care.”
Facing off with him, I pushed my hands to my hips. “How about I start with Bash and Damian?”
Luca held up his hands and shrugged. “If that’s what you want.”
