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Zoe

“ E ven if the sex happened during the greatest night of your life?”

A deep voice from behind me asked, dripping along my spine like whiskey and making me question my sanity.

I froze because, God, I knew that voice.

Had dreamed about, fantasized about…while using my favorite solo late night date toy.

Nonstop, every night and sometimes in the morning, for over a month now.

Oh, God. Noah said he stopped at the airport. Brett was here. What the hell was I going to do? I had hoped to run into him before he could slip and tell the secret I had desperately wanted to keep.

Noah jumped up and hugged his big brother while I remained frozen in place, unable to move, barely breathing.

My skin tingled in his presence even though I hadn’t even looked into his eyes or breathed in his scent.

“Brett, I’d like you to meet my two best friends, outside of Ollie and Mikayla. Eden, this is my brother Brett.”

Eden, eyes wide as she glanced from me to Noah, recovered and held out her hand with a welcoming smile. “Welcome to Montreal and to the Triumph. Noah talks nonstop about you. Doesn’t he, Zoe?”

“Noah talks nonstop about everything,” he said in a dry tone.

His voice dripped down my spine. Warm, commanding, and the epitome of sex on a stick.

Shit. Revenge sex turned into an addiction I couldn’t allow myself to indulge in ever again.

“Oh, Tornado. You’ll beg and plead, and I’ll take whatever I want.” I heard the words from that night in my head, repeating like a mantra and prayer combined in one sexy command I wanted to experience again. They trickled down the back of my neck, along my spine, and settled low in my belly.

“And this,” Noah drawled as he took my arm and spun me around to face Brett, “is Zoe.”

Gray eyes that had haunted my dreams. A smirk played on his lips. Lips that kissed and knew every secret spot on my body. Then his brow drew together in confusion as I stuck my hand out and plastered a smile on my face. “Nice to meet you, Coach. The Triumph is lucky to have you.”

His palm, warm and rough the way I remembered, held my hand for a moment longer than was polite.

Eden watched it all like we were a newly discovered breed of wildlife on a National Geographic tv show recording our mating dance.

But Noah, bless his heart, was oblivious to it all.

Brett released my hand after an extra second or two, but the heat of his touch lingered after we broke contact.

Memories of how that hand played my body snuck in like a devil on my shoulder, whispering and trying to corrupt me.

Like I would have any issue letting this man do whatever he wanted. Hell, if Noah wasn’t here to remind me why I couldn’t, I would be on my knees, begging.

“Zoe runs the social media for the Triumph, so I have to put up with her more than you will, big bro.” Noah’s grin, usually infectious, had the opposite effect on my rolling stomach.

He nudged me with his shoulder. “If you see her coming with her phone, hide. Or you’ll be on her teaser reels or answering a question about who’s on your lock screen. ”

I punched him in the arm, a little harder than I intended. Noah scowled. “You’re so in for it now, goalie. Figure out your favorite T. Swift song for training camp walk-in.”

His eyes widened in horror at having to choose. “You wouldn’t.”

A wicked grin spread across Eden’s face, but then it faded as her phone pinged. But she didn’t check it. I sent her a quizzical look, but she shook her head. Then her smile was back in place. “Better choose wisely, Noah. All those Swifties might take you off the most eligible Swifty bachelor list.”

“Never. They love me.” He held up his wrist, showing off his wrist, which was covered by friendship bracelets. “Airport. Swifties are everywhere, and they love me.”

Brett snorted, but his eyes remained on me.

“Don’t worry, big bro, I’ll explain who Taylor is after you take a nap,” he teased.

Breathe, Zoe. Reminding myself wasn’t helping, and I was just about to escape to the bathroom when Brett said, “You work for the Triumph?”

Noah’s head jerked back. “I told you about Zoe, dude. Should I be worried about your mental capacity?”

Brett shot him a death glare. “Your life is in my hands, lil bro.” Noah shrugged and dived back into the fries. “So, Zoe,” I shivered at the way he said my name, rough and rich with promise, and something darker, “you’re with the Triumph?”

I nodded and saved myself from saying anything inappropriate by showing fries into my mouth, even though I was no longer hungry. At least, not for fries.

Trouble.

I’m in so much trouble.

Eden watched the exchange with a mixture of fascination, pity, and utter amusement.

Noah, thankfully, focused on his stomach and was blissful and ignorant at the underlying narrative between his best friend and his big brother.

“As Noah mentioned, I run the team’s main social media platforms and stalk them for reels and soundbites.

But,” I backed away, needing to get a some space so I could breathe, to escape to the bathroom, “if you’ll excuse me for a moment. ”

My legs trembled as I scurried away and made a beeline for the bathroom. I didn’t think seeing him again would affect me like it had.

A revenge fuck with someone who wouldn’t catch feels. Or want more.

Only I hadn’t counted on catching feels for my best friend’s older brother.