"Yeah, right." She snorts. "I'm crafty."
"You're not crafty, Mollie. You're completely transparent. I can see right through you."
I lean in, taunting her. She swallows, tossing her hair and lifting her chin. A challenge. She runs her tongue over her bottom lip.
Belatedly, I realize that I'm close to grabbing her, pulling her onto my lap, and kissing her as hard as I feel like.
Yeah, I need to cool off.
I sit back, then stand up a bit awkwardly, seeing as I'm sporting a semi from just thinking about her lips.
The girl fucks with my head.
"I should go." I shuffle toward the door that I came in. "And you should ice that ankle. It always looks a little swollen."
Mollie gasps as if I'd just tossed a bucket of cold water on her. "It's none of your business, Thorne."
And she's right. There are a ton of other women in this world. Any one of them might be for me. A lot of them even come to my games and openly lust after me.
So why am I so fucking fixated on my teammate's little sister?
Unable to respond to her without voicing these thoughts, I say instead, "Don't stay in the sauna too long, Squeak. It's dangerous."
Then I close the door and rush out of the bathroom. The first thing I do is find a clean towel in my laundry basket and bury my face in it.
The house smells like her. Her shampoo, something warm and a little sweet, and underneath it, whatever candle she's been burning in the guest room. I stand in my own entryway and register this before I can stop myself. This was my house. Now it smells likeher. My dog has chosen sides, her shoes are multiplying by the front door, and I am in serious trouble.
I need to chill out. What the hell is wrong with me? I splash my face with water from the sink, then head back to the clean laundry. My maid, Amara, does a load every few days. I sift through the sweatpants, looking for a particular T-shirt.
But I spot a little scrap of white lace instead. Holding my breath, I fish a tiny white thong out of the basket and hold it between two fingers.
It's Mollie's, mixed in with my laundry by mistake. I should wait until she's gone and leave it on her bed. Or hand it back to her, maybe.
But I don’t. I close my fingers around it and bring the little piece of lace to my nose, giving it a deep sniff. It doesn't smell like anything but clean laundry. Duh. But then my lizard brain takes over, and I rub the lace against my face.
I'm going to hell for this. But I can't do anything else. Walking over to my bed, I drop the towel, leavingme in my boxers. Then I stretch out across my bed, put her thong on my face, and smell it a bit more.
It smells like strawberries and cream.God damn.I growl and palm my aching cock through my boxers. He likes the thought of Mollie's pussy on my face.
A lot.
I shove my boxers down in the front, letting my cock spring free. Long and thick, my cock slaps against my stomach. Usually when I jerk off, it's quick and efficient. No nonsense. But now I use my left hand, shut my eyes, and picture Mollie seeing my cock for the first time. Exploring it with a hesitant touch. I grunt, thinking of how I would show her to touch me. Fuck, maybe she'd even need me to teach her how to suck my dick.
That thought is my trigger. My balls tense up. "Fuck. Mollie..."
A few seconds later I'm coming, milky white jizz exploding from the tip of my cock. Stars burst behind my eyes and I groan something unintelligible as I fuck my hand, spurting until I'm dry.
"Shit!" I collapse back and pull the panties from my face, panting. Looking down, I see I've painted hot lines of cum over my groin and stomach. "What the fuck?"
I glare at the thong, as if it's to blame for my coming like a damn freight train.
Yeah, I'm definitely going to hell. Because I not only jerked off with my teammate's sister's panties, but I'm not giving them back either.
I picture my dad's easy and untroubled expression. He has the face of a man who has never once talked himself out of something he wanted. I try so hard not to be like him.
But I still tuck her panties in the bedside drawer, wondering if the flames of hell will be as hot as my fantasies about Mollie.
Chapter Seven
