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“Not soccer. You.” She stays rooted in place. I lick my lip and continue. “You’re the highest scorer on your team, fastest, too. You’re the go-to for all penalty kicks, and even though you play for a college team and not a professional one, yet, you’re on the national coach’s radar. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been invited to the tryouts.”
“If you know all that, then you know how hard it is to get on the national team before finishing four years of college ball.”
“Your idol went straight from high school to the pros.”
She cocks her head to the side, her chestnut ponytail swishing behind her. “How do you know my idol?”
I chew on my lip, contemplating. That little detail is more difficult to explain and will likely give away the secret I’ve been guarding for years. But those brown eyes are pleading for understanding, and more than anything, I want to give that to her. Whatever the consequences.
“When you’re thinking hard about something, you ask yourself, ‘What would MP do?’”
“Mallory Pugh,” she whispers to herself. “I don’t even say that out loud.”
“No, but you mouth the words.”
“You read lips?”
“Not really.” Just yours. I rub the back of my neck, which is suddenly hot.
“You read mine.”
“I sit across from you at poker.” I reason away my knowledge of her little tic. It’s a last-ditch effort to keep distance between us, albeit a half-hearted one.
“And yet I beat you every time. If you’re watching me close enough to see my lips move, you would…you let me win?” Her voice is barely audible as she puts the pieces together.
“No,” I protest, though the heat flooding my cheeks gives me away.
Addy stomps toward me, getting right in my face. “You do. I can see it in your eyes. Why?”
I give a little half shrug. “It makes you happy.”
“Am I that sore of a loser?”
“What? No.”
“You feel sorry for me, then.”
“Why would you think that?”
“I’m Alex’s lame, annoying sister that you guys are always stuck with. No life outside soccer and my brother. You don’t have to worry about me. I don’t need anyone’s pity.”
She turns to go, but I grab her arm and tug her toward me, unable to let her walk away thinking the worst. Once again, I use too much strength, and she collapses into my chest. But this time I don’t stop to think, I act, doing what I’ve wanted to do for years, the fallout be damned.
Wrapping a hand behind her head, I pull her lips to mine, giving in to my base desire. Her whole body tenses as we connect, and I start to loosen my grip, thinking I’ve made the biggest mistake of my life. Then she softens, sliding her hands from my chest up and around my neck.
Tilting her head to the side, I coax her mouth open, swiping my tongue along hers the way I’ve longed to do for years. Her soft little whimper turns into a full-on moan as I deepen the kiss, fusing our mouths together as one.
The warning bells I’ve lived in fear of for so long fade to the background as Addy’s breath mingles with mine, and I swear for the first time in years my chest feels like it can fully expand. Like the weight of hiding my feelings won’t drown me. Best friend’s sister or not, it’s never felt so right to have a woman in my arms, and if holding her feels this good, I don’t give a shit about the consequences.
Delicate fingers toy with my hair, sending tremors down my spine. What started as a tentative kiss quickly turns needy, each of us doing our best to devour the other. Part of me wonders why she’s into this since I’ve gone out of my way to downplay my attraction to her. The other part of me doesn’t care, too consumed with my lust to question it.
The ice bag crashes to the floor as I swivel to sit up, gripping Addy by the waist and pulling her between my legs without breaking our connection. She gasps against my lips, surprised by the sudden movement, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she runs her hand over my naked chest, tracing the outline of my pecs before letting her hands drift downward.
My still-hard cock lurches in my shorts, eager for its turn to be the focus of her attention. And then her watch goes off. Again.
She jumps back abruptly and busies herself checking it. “My pulse is elevated.” I see the blush fill her cheeks even though her head is bowed forward.
“That’s not the only thing.” I point to the tent in my shorts, hoping the gesture calms some of the nerves she’s radiating.
Her hand shoots to her mouth, covering the hint of a smile as she catches my drift. I reach for that hand, pulling her back between my legs. Then I take off her watch. “I’m tired of this damn thing interrupting.” I drop it to the training table and pull her in for another kiss.
