Oswald
I must be a fucking saint.Instead of calling Memphis to pick me up, I catch a ride with a player and his family who are heading out to grab something to eat. His mom looked at me kind of sadly when she realized no one was there for me.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t like to join us? Our treat,” she offers for the second time since I got in the car two minutes ago.
“No, I have plans with my brother and our girl,” I explain instead of just declining. She looks back at me, probably wondering about my word choice, but I really don’t care what she or anyone else thinks.
“Shit.”
“Trevor!” the mom chastises.
He ignores her and continues, “This is where you live?”
“Yeah, it’s our girl’s place.” I can’t take the credit for the nice ass house, not yet.
“Her family doesn’t mind you staying with them?”
“Nah, thanks for the ride, man.” I don’t correct his conclusion about her family living here too. First, it’s none of his business, and second, I don’t want him spreading shit around or thinking it’s a party house.
They wait for me in the driveway until I pull the key Memphis had made for me out of my bag and unlock the door, like they thought I was lying or going to break in or something. Once the door is open, I hear them back out of the driveway, and I set my bag on the floor before closing the door.
The house is quiet. It’s been a few hours since they left the stadium. I slide my shoes off and slink through the halls, checking the living room, even though I’m confident I know where they are. The bedroom door is open, allowing me to see the bed from the hall. Waylynn is curled up against Memphis. I can just see the curve of her tit and bare shoulder peeking out from the blanket. Her eyes are closed. She’s sleeping.
I grin, knowing he wore her out.
I glance up at him, finding him sleeping too, lazy fucker. I want details. I also need to thank him. I didn’t want to take her virginity. I can’t even think about hurting her without wanting to punch myself, which is why we’ve chilled it in the bedroom since the other day, and it hasn’t been easy when I wake up with her ass pressed against my dick most days.
I was scared neither of us had the balls to do it, but when Memphis told me to take my time today, I knew he had something planned. I lean my shoulder against the doorframe, letting my eyes linger on her.
I need to thank Waylynn too. I don’t think Memphis has ever been this content. I didn’t even know it was possible.
I take a step into the room, and Memphis snaps his eyes open. His glare only lasts a second before he’s looking over at the clock on the nightstand. I make a grotesque gesture with my hands, asking if he fucked her, and he lifts his lips in a snarl. If he had something nearby, he would probably throw it at me. Thank goodness she’s wrapped around him, or he might be beating the shit out of me right now. I chuckle, knowing he’s trapped.
I inch around her side of the bed, partly to avoid my brother, and lift the covers. She’s deliciously naked, but the small stain on the sheet erases all my mirth.
I glance up at Memphis again, this time not smiling, and his eyes convey his thoughts.You’re a dick!
“What?” Waylynn lifts her head up like he just spoke, but the room is silent. I drop the blanket, and she looks over her shoulder, spying me right after I was peeping.
“Hey, baby.” I climb in bed on top of the covers.
“Hey.” She’s still sleepy, and her voice is all husky and sweet, but she doesn’t try to hide from me.
“Did we miss your call again? I’m sorry.”
“No, I caught a ride with someone else. They kept trying to get me to go to dinner with them because I was all alone.”
“Who? You’re not alone.” Her brows drop at the same time her full lips curl into a frown.
“Some lady.” I get a little thrill out of her wanting to know who it was.
“You should have called,” she insists.
“He’s teasing you.” Memphis kisses the side of her head and gets up to go to the bathroom. I notice he doesn’t close the door entirely, so I lean over and softly ask Waylynn, “You okay, baby? You need anything?”
“I’m good, thank you.” Her pretty face flushes pink, letting me know she understands what I’m asking.
I kiss her just because I can, and she responds, opening up to me. After a few seconds, I pull back and gaze at her. “Thank you,” I tell her, and her face scrunches up in confusion.
