Elena

I get three steps inside the front door before I hear an exaggerated cough. Looking toward the couch, I'm not surprised to find Miles lounging on it.

"Lucy, you've got some ‘splainin to do."

"Um, what do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb. My antenna went up the second I got the text from you at ten last night letting me know you were spending the night at the house. That you're prancing in here just after dawn wearing a hoodie that's for someone much, much taller than you—someone with a penis I'm guessing—is a dead giveaway."

So much for sneaking in and avoiding this conversation until later, after I've loaded up on coffee. Colin and I were up on and off all night, touching, talking… and making love two more times. I've never been happier but I'm exhausted, and I admit that I'm anxious about having this conversation with Miles. If he's mad about my misleading him for so long, I don't know what I'll do. Letting out a long sigh, I brace for the coming inquisition.

"Well—"

"And what stands out for me about this deviation from your normal pattern of behavior," he continues, completely ignoring my attempt to speak, "is that Colin's home. Well, that and the fact that the hoodie you're wearing is from his previous university. Anything you want to say about that?"

The jig. Is. Up. Without hesitating another second, I haul ass across the room and plop down on the couch next to Miles.

"Don't be mad," I say pleadingly.

He shakes his head, tosses an arm over my shoulders, and kicks his feet up on the coffee table. "I'm not mad, I'm relieved. You have any idea how many times over the years I've tried to get you to admit you were crushin' on Findlay? Probably hundreds. I'll give you credit—you played it so cool that I started to doubt what I'd been able to see with my own eyes. Doubted it so much that I was half convinced you were secretly in love with me and just couldn't say it. Talk about a fuckin' nightmare, E. I love you to death, but I couldn't lay pipe in you."

I shudder and make a gagging noise as I slap my hand down on his leg. "Love you sooo much it's borderline ridiculous— but if your p ever even tried to come near my v, I'd die. Incest is not best. I don't even care that technically we're not related—you're the only brother I'll ever have. And also the only one I'll ever want, too," I throw in for good measure.

He throws his head back and laughs. "Kiss ass. I'll forgive you on one condition."

I'm no fool. His conditions are always crap, and I know it. "How much is it going to cost me?" I ask suspiciously.

"It's free. My laundry hampers are overflowing, and they've got your name all over them."

I love Miles, but my god it’s annoying how much he hates doing his wash. He's got four giant hampers in his closet—the fact that he's saying they're overflowing means there's like six hampers worth of laundry. Total pain in the ass but if it gets him to forgive me for being a tool, I'll drag it to the Laundromat and have it all finished in less than two hours.

"Just confirming—once I do the laundry you'll forgive me for being a dummy?"

"If that laundry is clean, folded and put away, I'll write the whole thing off. But from now on no more secrets. Ever."

"None," I vow.

Miles holds out his free hand, pinky extended. Lifting my right hand, I chuckle as we pinky swear.

"Now I'm going to put it to the test," he announces. "You still a virgin?"

My face feels hotter than a bottle of fresh hot sauce. "Nope."

"Heh," he laughs. "Guess I’m going to have to start calling you teacher fucker."

"Hey! He's not a teacher."

"Semantics," he retorts. "He's off limits as hell, and if you get caught, he's losing his job."

"You're wrong about that."

"How?"

I spend the next ten minutes filling him in on everything that's gone down, pinching myself from time-to-time as I realize that this is all happening.

* * *

Elena—Six Weeks Later

"Baby, did you move my lucky hat? I put it here on the counter before I left for work this morning. I need it for game day tomorrow, but now it's gone."

I chuckle as I peek my head out our bedroom door to yell down to the kitchen. "It's up here. Come get it."

Hearing his footsteps on the stairs, I race across the room and jump up onto our bed, positioning myself, so I'm sitting right at the edge facing the door. Naked—save for the hat on my head.

"Trying to steal my—"

His words fade away when he sees me. I giggle when his giant smile morphs into a predatory look. "Fucking look at you," he growls as he crosses the room to me.

I hold out my hand, halting his movements. "Get naked and wait for further instruction, Coach."

"You taking charge today?"

I grin and wiggle my brows. "I so am."

He groans before he quickly divests himself of his shoes, socks, team shirt, black athletic pants and gray boxer briefs. As always, he takes my breath away. Naked Colin might be my very favorite thing in the world.

"What now?"

I crook my finger at him in a come hither motion. When he reaches the bed, I motion for him to stop before I reach behind me and grab a pillow. Climbing off the bed, I walk around to stand in front of him before I drop the pillow on the floor and get down on my knees. He watches me through hooded eyes, his expression reverential as he takes off the hat I'm wearing and tosses it over his shoulder. "Seems like I'll be needing hair grip," he growls.

I lick my lips slowly as I stare into his eyes and slowly begin running my hands up his thighs. "Looks that way," I agree.

When I reach his upper thighs, I gently scratch my nails down a few inches before repeating the maneuver on the way back up. Just when I'm back where I started, I lick my tongue over his swollen head to collect the pre-cum at the tip. His cock jerks against my tongue as a gravelly sound escapes his throat. His gaze is trained on my tongue as I trace circles over the tip. "Fuuuuck," he groans.

Opening my mouth I slide forward, taking in a few inches of his thick length. His hands thread through my hair as he swallows thickly. "Baby. God. Fuck."

Wrapping my left hand around the base of his shaft I twist it up and around in time with the up and down motion of my head. With my right hand, I scratch my nails against his skin. The inside of his ankle, the sensitive spot just above his knee, the top of his inner thigh and then his pubic bone all make him crazy, as evidenced by the way his breath is coming in gasps and his fingers are tight in my hair.

"Oh God," he gasps as I take him deeper, sticking out my tongue and breathing through my nose so that he can hit the back of my throat. I start moving faster, watching as his eyes turn to liquid fire. Seeing how much he loves this gets me so, so wet. Needing to touch myself, I stop scratching at his skin and slide my hand between my thighs. I shiver as I rub my clit while he fucks my face, moaning as sensation races through my body.

"Stop! Stop," he growls as he pulls himself out of my mouth.

Lifting me up from the pillow he spins me so that I'm facing the bed. "Hold on," he orders.

I shiver as I grip the comforter. He wraps his left arm around my waist at the same time he rubs his cock against my opening. "So goddamn hot," he groans. "So fucking wet. I can't wait to feel this all over my dick."

"Colin," I gasp as he slowly surges forward.

"Love watching your tight little cunt taking my cock," he says in a gravelly voice. "Looks so fucking good wrapped around me, baby."

"Oh God," I cry as he pulls out and then slams back in, deep.

Settling his hands at my waist, he starts pushing and pulling me back and forth. The slap-slap-slap of skin on skin fills the room as he fucks me harder and faster.

Letting go of my right hip, he brings his hand between my legs and starts rubbing my clit. It's so good I can barely breathe. Arching my back, I scream out his name as I feel the first flutters of my orgasm starting. Knowing I'm there, he focuses on what he calls my sweet spot. "Colin," I moan. "I'm coming. Oh fuck, I'm coming!"

As my pussy clenches up around him, I feel him jerking inside of me. "Baby, fuck," he yells.

The heat of his come inside me makes me shiver and moan louder as my orgasm crashes through my body. He fucks like a goddamn machine when he comes, burying everything he has to give deep, deep inside of me. When it's over, he pulls out, turns me around and puts me up on the bed before he gets on next to me, takes me into his arms and starts kissing me.

After several minutes of making out, he raises his head and smiles down at me. "That was one hell of a welcome home, baby. Have I told you lately how much I fucking love you?"

I grin as I run my hands over his cheek scruff. "It's been at least an hour since the last time you said it."

He laughs as he drops another soft kiss on my lips.

"Love you, Leni."

Wrapping my arms around him, I snuggle his chest and smile. "Love you, too."