“Okay! Okay! Uncle! Please no more, Luke!”
I don’t move. I stay hovering over her, watching as her chest rises and falls. She looks undone, but not in a messy sortof way. It looks as if something has been unknotted and she is finally at ease. Charlie’s lips are slightly parted and swollen as she tries to catch her breath. Her lashes are heavy and her eyes dark as she lifts them to me. There’s a softness in them, but they’re lined with something dangerous.
She doesn’t smile right away. She doesn’t need to. She simply takes me in the way I’m doing to her.
The way she looks, rumpled and entirely at ease, steals the air from my lungs.
“Hi.”
Her voice is quiet, a little rough around the edges. It lingers, intimate and unhurried. It’s the kind of “hi” that settles in my chest and makes me forget everything.
And it’s at this moment that I realize I’m totally and completely infatuated with my best friend’s little sister.
It’s been three days. Three days since Luke completely ruined all other men for me. Three days of the most incredible sex of my life and I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.
Not to mention, we just won our third game in a row at the fucking Olympics.
My teammates are full of excitement, everyone hooting and hollering in the locker room as we finish getting ready to leave the arena.
One of the younger girls on the team, Carly, bounces next to me in her stall. “I’m so fucking hype, we need to go out and celebrate!”
I can’t blame her. She’s eighteen years old at the Olympics. Everything should be celebrated. But still, I shake my head at her as I put my arm through the sleeve of my jacket.
“As fun as that sounds and as much as we deserve it, we have Canada tomorrow.”
Her face visibly deflates and I reach out to squeeze her shoulder. “There will be plenty of time for celebrating. But let’s kick Canada’s ass first, okay?”
Carly’s eyes light up and her excitement is palpable. “Yeah. Let’s kick their ass first!”
I laugh to myself as I grab the rest of my things to head out of the room.
We’ve had a day to rest in between games but for whatever reason, they scheduled back to back games to finish out the round robin play. After that will be the quarterfinal games. We need to beat Canada to finish as the highest seed. There are no easy games at the Olympics, but if we finish in first, we’ll at least face off against the lowest seed on our way to the gold medal game.
The moment I step out into the hallway where families are waiting, two arms wrap around me from behind.
“Great game two-one.” Luke kisses the back of my neck and I melt into him before realizing everyone and anyone can see us.
Turning around quickly, I shove his shoulder, trying to put some distance between us. “Luke. People are watching.”
Luke steps forward, wrapping his arm around my lower back and pulling me to him again.
“Your point? Let them look. The thought of them watching kind of turns me on a little bit if I’m being honest.”
“Lucas Morgan!” This time I use two hands to push him away from me. “Voyeurism might be hot but I’m more concerned about some idiot snapping a picture of us and posting it online. The internet is a scary place. I don’t need us going viral and Connor finding out.”
The mention of my brother’s name sobers Luke right up.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. Speaking of Connor—” he looks around the crowded hallway before lowering his voice—" when he gets here tomorrow, how are we going to tell him?”
Tell him? I don’t think there’s a good way to tell my brother I’m fucking his best friend. Luke’s forehead is creased as he watches me, waiting for a response.
Treading carefully, I shrug. “I hadn’t really thought that far ahead honestly. Do we have to tell him?”
Luke’s look of concern is immediately replaced with a look that says “are you serious?”
I throw my hands out. “What! Is it so bad that I want to keep this between us for a little bit longer before it all blows up in our faces?”
Because that’s exactly what’s going to happen. I know I told Luke that Connor is a grown man and he will eventually be fine with it. But now that we’re actually doing this, my fear is growing by the minute.
