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For emergencies, it reads.

I snag it, slipping it into my pocket as I step outside. “See you at practice, Coach.”

“Drive safe,” he calls after me.

I climb into my car, shutting the door with a heavy exhale. The scent of her clings to me, sweet and tempting, and I’m hard as a fucking rock.

I make it two blocks before I pull over.

I reach into my pocket and pull out her panties. The pink lace is soft against my fingers, and I bring it to my nose, inhaling deeply. Her scent floods my senses, and I groan, my cock twitching in my jeans.

I fumble with the button and zipper, yanking my pants and boxers down just enough to free myself. The panties wrap around me perfectly, soft and warm, and I can’t stop the guttural sound that escapes me.

All I can think about is her flushed cheeks, the way she gasped my name, the way her body clenched around my fingers. The way she looked at me like she wanted to kill me and kiss me at the same time.

My hand moves faster, the lace sliding over my dick, and I bite back a groan. My head falls back against the seat, and my free hand grips the steering wheel for support.

“Fuck, Sienna,” I growl, my hips bucking into my hand.

The idea of her sprawled on her bed, her green eyes hazy with pleasure, is burned into my brain. I want her. All of her. Her mouth, her cunt, her ass, everything.

The release hits me hard, my body jerking as I spill onto my stomach. My breaths come in short, ragged bursts, and for a moment, all I can do is sit there, the panties still wrapped around me, my head spinning.

When I finally come down, I grab a napkin from the glove compartment, cleaning myself up as best as I can. The panties go back into my pocket, my fingers brushing over the soft fabric like a lifeline.

I drive home in silence, my mind replaying every moment of tonight. Her flushed cheeks. Her breathless gasps. The way she orgasmed so quickly.

The Brotherhood meeting is tomorrow, and I know exactly what I’m bringing.

The panties.

Proof.

Proof that Coach’s daughter is mine, whether she agrees with it or not.

But I’m done with them yet.

I need to hoard them for myself like the selfish bastard I am.

Sienna Jacobs is the best distraction I could’ve asked for since moving here.

The basement smells like beer, sweat, and a little desperation. The dim lighting casts shadows everywhere, and the masks the older members wear make them look like something out of a bad slasher flick.

Red Mask stands at the head of the room, his voice sharp and commanding. “Proof. Let’s see it.”

Logan steps up first, a cocky grin plastered on his face. “Got something real good for you guys.” He pulls out his phone, flipping through pictures until he finds what he’s looking for. “Two of ‘em. Same night.”

He holds the screen up, showing a photo of him in bed, arms around two girls. Both blondes, both naked, their hair a mess, and their faces half-hidden in pillows. They look wrecked.

Red Mask takes the phone, inspects it for a second, and nods. “Impressive. Very thorough.”

Logan smirks, crossing his arms. “Told you I don’t mess around.”

Next up is Finn. He looks less cocky but still sure of himself. “Didn’t do pictures, but…” He digs into his bag, pulling out a black lace bra. It’s tiny, practically scraps of fabric, and the way he holds it up makes a few of the older guys whistle. “She left it at my place. Thought it’d do.”

Red Mask tilts his head, then takes the bra, inspecting it like it’s some rare artifact. “Not bad, Finn. Not bad at all.”

My turn. My hand dips into my pocket, pulling out the pink lace panties I’ve been carrying around like a goddamn trophy. They’re soft in my hand, the memory of ripping them off her still fresh in my mind.