Making Her Mine (Player Loves Curves 1)

I take a step toward her and she’s peeking at me again through the slit in her fingers. Her eyes go down to my hardening cock and she gasps, stepping backwards.

I slow my roll. I don’t want to be known as that guy. Hell, I also don’t want to be caught in the locker room with a stiffy and a bunch of naked guys either. I tell her where to go and she pivots on her foot, running for the door.

I hurry and get dressed, hoping to catch up with her.

When I throw my bag over my shoulder, I step out in the tunneled hallway and hear yelling.

“This is not another bad choice, sis. Carter loves me. He says he wasn’t cheating on me.” Sheena is yelling at her sister.

I can’t help but laugh when Trinity calls her out on cheating, telling her they are probably made for each other. “You had me come all the way down here to get you so that’s what I’m doing. Let’s go, Sheena.”

I know how Carter is and he’s not going to like Trinity taking away his baseball bunny, so I walk faster down the hallway to get to them. From this angle as I enter into the clubhouse, I go unnoticed. I drink in the sexy curves of Trinity and her strong, defiant stance.

The woman is sexy as fuck!

2

Trinity

I still can’t believe I’m standing here arguing with my sister. I have to admit so far the trip has been worth it. I mean, I got to see Jasper Reilly… in the buff. That was enough action for me for one day. Now Sheena’s just about to push me over the edge. She’s the one that needed help. She’s the one that called me crying, all upset that she found out her boyfriend was cheating on her. And what do I do? I drop everything. I came across town, forty minutes from the house to come and save her. And even though Sheena says she’s fine now, it was just a misunderstanding and she may deny it now, I can see it, she needs help. Does she not see how toxic this “relationship” is? If she can’t see what a loser Carter Arnold is, then she’s blind.

Just one look at Carter Arnold and it’s completely obvious what a jerk he is. He’s talented and even a little handsome. Until he opens his mouth. I’ve seen him on television the few times I’ve watched the games and even then it was obvious he’s an arrogant man. Any time he’s done interviews it’s always about him, never giving any credit to his teammates. And yeah, I’d be willing to bet money that he did cheat on Sheena. He doesn’t seem like the faithful kind. But probably what bothers me the most and is sad about the whole thing is Carter is even more of a pompous prick than the last guy Sheena hooked up with. I can’t help but wonder where she keeps finding these guys. It’s like she’s an asshole magnet and she’s never going to learn.

The whole time Sheena’s yelling at me, Carter’s eyeing me. I try to convince her to come with me, but the more he ogles me, the more flustered I get. He’s so obvious about it, and he doesn’t even try to hide it. When I catch him licking his lips, it makes my skin crawl. The second time he looks down my body, I start to fidget. I’m not used to being around guys, especially like him, but I know I definitely don’t want to be on his radar.

Carter draws closer to me, but I force myself to stand still. I may not be experienced, but I know not to let a man like him get the upper hand. His gaze darkens the closer he gets. Sheena finally stops talking and looks between Carter and me, then gives me a dirty look.

He reaches for my hair, but I jerk away and the only thing he gets is a few stray strands of my ponytail sliding through his fingers. It doesn’t faze him, though. He leans down to my height and looks between Sheena and me. He takes a deep breath, almost like he’s smelling me, and I refuse to let myself cringe when he does it. Even before he opens his mouth I know he’s going to say something filthy. “Stay. We’re going to a party. And you could make a smokin’ hot trio.”

With that, I back away from him and don’t even try to hide the disgust on my face. Who does he think he is? Does he really think I would be interested in doing that… with him… with my sister? Gross! “You’re nuts if you think I would let you anywhere near me, you std carrying sorry sack of doo doo.”