Offside (The Barker Triplets 1)

He turned and whistled, a low appreciative sound, as Billie slid around him and bent over to place one last dish into the machine. She wore nothing but his white button down shirt from the night before.

Logan angled his head and his gut tightened at the flash of ass cheek that peeked from beneath the hem.

He was instantly hard. Again.

He glanced at the clock one more time, his hands already reaching for her. Fuck it, he was the boss. He could be late.

He pulled her back to him, her bottom flush against the straining bulge in his pants and his mouth already seeking that sweet spot he’d discovered. The one just behind her right ear. The one that if he licked, just so—

Billie squealed and wriggled against him—wrong thing to do—and he turned her in his arms, claiming the mouth that he honestly didn’t think he could ever get sick of kissing.

Her lips were incredibly soft, and the way she bit down on the lower one when she was thinking about something, nearly drove him insane. Kind of like she was doing right now.

The little minx knew it too, and he swooped in for the kill, his tongue dancing with hers as his hands slowly made their way up her shirt, loving the way her hip curved, and the small of her back indented. His right hand traveled upward, dragging the shirt with him, while he used his other to press her into him so that the hot crevice between her legs rubbed along his cock.

It was incredibly erotic, holding a half-naked woman in his arms.

His jeans were stretched about as tight as they could go and he groaned as her hands caressed his bare chest, on their way down to his fly.

Suddenly the kitchen door slammed open and he tore his mouth away from Billie, turning instinctively to keep his body between hers and—

Son-of-a-bitch. Shane Gallagher.

His buddy was halfway to the fridge before he stopped and whipped his head around. Logan stood there in jeans that were undone, an obvious bulge straining against the front, and two pink-tipped feet visible between his legs.

For a moment there was silence until a wicked grin swept across Shane’s face. “It’s about time,” he said. And then with an amused “Mornin’ Billie,” he proceeded toward Logan’s fridge where he helped himself to a carton of milk before rummaging through the cupboard beside the stove for a box of Honeycombs.

Shane nodded at Logan and turned toward the kitchen door, but paused. “I’ll let the guys know you’re running late.”

Logan waited until Shane disappeared and then he turned around to look into the sexiest eyes ever. For a moment he thought he saw panic in their depths, and his hand caressed her cheek. If he was honest, a little piece of him melted as she leaned into his touch.

“Gallagher won’t say anything, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Billie nodded. “I know.” She exhaled. “It’s not him I’m worried about.”

Her eyes slid to the floor and he didn’t like the way the real world had totally fucked with his morning.

“Hey, what’s this?” Panic rifled through Logan. He’d just had the best sex of his life, with a woman who more than just entertained him in the bedroom. That feeling was new—the need to share, to stay, and to not disappear into the dark. He couldn’t recall ever sharing a breakfast like this with any of the women he’d been with—at least none that felt this intimate.

And definitely not in his own place.

“I don’t want this to end, but…” her voice was tremulous and he knew she was as affected as he.

Logan leaned toward her and kissed the corner of her mouth. “Babe, I’m just getting started.” His mouth slid across her bottom lip and then traveled to her jaw until he eventually made his way down to her ear, his intention of finding that honey-spot again.

“Logan,” she pushed against him. “The team can’t know about us…no one can know. It will just look…there are already rumors going around that I’m sleeping with half the freaking

league.”

Her eyes were huge, her lips bruised from his own, and something in her expression tugged at him. A wave of protectiveness rushed over him and he pulled her into his embrace, for the longest time just holding her close. For the moment he was content to simply feel her, to listen to her breathe, to hear her heart beat beneath his own.

“I have no problem with people knowing that we’re together, but I understand if you don’t want the guys on the team to know, or anyone else in the league for that matter. So if you want to keep this on the down low for now, we’ll keep it on the down low, but there is no way in hell I’m going to stop seeing you.”

“Really?” She turned her face up and cupped his jaw between her hands. “You don’t mind? We can hang out and...’—that adorable smile tugged at her mouth again—‘hang out some more…”

He buried his nose in a thick tousle of hair that hung over her shoulder and growled. “I want to do a hell of a lot more than hang out.”

His hands slipped to her butt and in one motion, he lifted her onto the countertop and spread her legs, ripping the buttons of his shirt—the one she still wore—open with one deft pull.