He leans down and takes my lower lip between his teeth. Do you see what I mean about the biting fetish? “That you’re mine, Charlee. As long as we’re still married, you’re mine. You good with that?”
I fight back a moan. “I’m good with that as long as you keep feeding me the D.”
He laughs. “Good to know. C’mon, let’s go eat. I’m really fucking hungry now.”
Me too. Although, I’m not just talking about food.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
DREW
“So what’s the deal with you two?” Grant asks.
“Wow, you waited a whole three seconds after she left to grill me.”
Todd throws a dish towel at me. “At least he waited until she was gone. I wanted to ask the second you came back from your little tour.” He uses air quotes on that last word.
I wipe down the table and throw the towel back to him. “Wouldn’t you like to know? Don’t think I missed how much you were flirting with her.”
He laughs. “Can you fucking blame me?”
I shake my head, hiding my smile. Dinner with Charlee and the guys couldn’t have gone any better. She fit right in, shooting the shit while we were eating and watching the game. All five of my teammates adore her. They were smiling or laughing like idiots with everything she said. Yeah, Todd may be giving me shit, but he would never seriously hit on her. You have to have each other’s back in this field, and going after another teammate’s woman, is something that would never even cross our minds.
“Let’s just say she’s not interested in you.” I pat Todd on the shoulder. “Sorry, buddy.”
Jason eyes me questioningly. “Why are you being so cryptic, Summers?”
I shrug. “It’s complicated.”
Grant leans against the counter, crossing his arms. “This I gotta hear.”
I heave a sigh as I drop into my recliner. I’ve been dying to get this off my chest and these guys are trustworthy. The one person I’d normally unload on is the one person that I can’t say a word to.
“You know my friend, Brody?” I wait a few seconds while they nod in acknowledgement. “She’s his sister.”
Connor whistles. “Damn, Summers. Does he know?”
I don’t even need to tell them why this whole thing is such a bad idea. These guys are well-versed in Bro Code.
“Not really. He knows I’m attracted to her. He caught us...uh, kissing a few months back. I promised him I’d stay away from her, which I did, until the other day.”
Grant takes the chair next to mine. “What happened the other day?”
“We...uh...got married in Vegas.”
Several oh shit’s or oh fuck’s fly out of their mouths.
Warren barks out a laugh. “That’s ballsy, Drew. Even for you.”
“Tell me about it,” I mutter.
“So let me get this straight,” Connor begins. “Charlee is your best friend’s sister. A sister that you promised to stay away from. Not only did you break that promise, but you went ahead and made her your wife? How the hell do you explain that? What are you going to do about it? And how did it happen in the first place?”
“We were drunk,” I explain. “It seemed like a good idea at the time. I think. I still haven’t remembered everything that happened that night. We’re filing for an annulment so eventually, it will be as if it never happened.”
“Then what?” Connor asks. “You obviously like each other. Are you going to keep seeing her?”
I scrub my hand over my face. “I don’t know, man. I don’t fucking know.”