“Seriously?” Disbelief darts through his expression. “Your ownbrotherdoesn’t know one of his players is sleeping with his sister?”
“We’re not just sleeping together, Bull,” escapes in a seething snip.
“You know that makes itworsethat he doesn’t know, right? Not better.”
Shit.
Does it?!
“If you two were just screwing around, it’d be one thing. He could probably brush that off a bit easier – I mean it’s Blanc. He’d chalk it up to you needing an itch to be scratched because…well…everyone has itches that need to be scratched, but if this is more than a summer fling,” his slow head shake is attached to his arm falling back to his side, “if this is anythingremotelyserious, youneedto tell him.” Earnestness has his salt and pepper bearded face stretching forward. “And you need to tell him now.”
Chapter 16
Thayne
Somehow, I went from making us pumpkin cold cream in the electric frother Gilly surprised me with at the start of the season to having her choking on my cock.
Not that I’m complain’.
I would never complain.
I just…didn’t see this shit coming.
We’re talkin’ low screen, tip-in shot in the final six seconds spin.
We’re talkin’ a maple pancake iced latte surprise.
We’re talkin’ end of “The Piña Colada Song” type of twist.
And now that I’m here – much like the song – I’m just gonna go with the flow.
Enjoy the vibe.
Handtothepost,we don’t get many of these moments alone anymore.
I love my baby bro.
I do.
I mean that with my whole ABBA is number one forever heart.
He’s fam.
He’sblood.
Butfuckmecan the boy cock block like he’s plannin’ to get to the national league in the shit.
It’s pushed me to find a whole new level of appreciation forMondays, which is when he goes back to school and the woman of my dreams works from home meaning it’s one of the rare occasions – when I’m home – that she can be breakfast or brunch or lunch or all three.
Key words there are “when I’m home”.
Back in season schedules are brutal and having him here, needing us, needing somethingfrom us, only adds tracks to the struggle album of the year.
Gilly lightly drags her nails down my flexing thighs prompting my head to lazily loll forward, more than content just watching the glorious sight.
Seeing my beautiful, full-figured Slayer on her knees, back arched, making her pink, lounge shorts covered ass pop, mouth stretched so wide that spit trickles past the corners of her lips, down the side of her golden toffee brown skinned neck is a vision I want burned in my memory to get me through the roadies ahead.
Cheating ain’t something I’ve ever done.
