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Teagan

No fecking way.

“What do you mean she’s your ex?” Marcos looks at me like I’m speaking gibberish.

“Exactly what I said. She’s my ex. Before Layla. We broke up because she cheated on me last February. With a bloke from Texas.”

“No,” he says, the blood draining from his face.

“I wish I was slagging you. Really.”

I run my fingers through my hair, and even though the last thing I want is to see her, my eyes search the space for Ashley. Layla hasn’t said a word, but I can feel how tense she is next to me. Honestly, I’m afraid to look at her. If I found out that she’d been with my sister’s boyfriend before me, it would take a hot minute for me to come to terms with that .

“Fuck,” Rafael breathes out then stands. “I’m going to get another bottle of Tito’s”

Once he’s gone, I brace myself and turn to Layla. Her eyes are closed, and it seems like she’s practicing some deep breathing.

“Cailín,” I murmur as I reach for her hand.

“Don’t.” She pulls her hand away and tucks it under her leg. “Just…give me a minute.”

Her words aren’t harsh, which is a relief, so I give her the space to process before turning back to Marcos. He hasn’t moved an inch and his face is still pale.

“So. This is awkward, yeah?”

“Teagan, I’m so sorry, man. I had no idea she was with… She never said… I just assumed…” Marcos is grappling for words, but there’s nothing for him to apologize for.

“Marcos, mate. Stop,” I tell him. “You didn’t do anything wrong. This is all on Ashley.”

A small retching noise sounds from Layla and she whispers, “Oh my god. What if my brother’s…” She absently stares at the table and makes a circle with her finger and thumb before poking a finger from the opposite hand through it. Her head pops up, dark brown eyes darting between my face and her brother’s in alarm.

“Please, for the love of god, tell me that you used a condom. Every time. Both of you. Please. If I find out that you both stuck your dicks in the same girl without wrapping it up before Teagan and I…”

Marcos blanches.

Oh shite.

I hadn’t even considered that, which makes me a right arsehole, but she makes a good point.

“Jaysus, no! ‘Course I used a condom! You’re the only one I’ve ever…”

“Do not finish that sentence, amigo,” Marcos mumbles from behind the hands covering his face. “We may have unknowingly shared the same girl, but I do not want to hear about you and my sister.”

Layla’s back goes ramrod straight before a string of Spanish flies from her mouth so fast I can’t even pretend to understand it. Whatever she’s saying has him looking scarlet. Serves him right, honestly. He’s been harping on about our sex life since the beginning, and while I don’t blame him for anything with Ashley, it’s his sex life that has us in this pickle to begin with.

Raf chooses that moment to reappear and by the smirk on his face, I’d bet money that he’s loving every second of Layla eating the head off their brother. While his eyes dance between the two of them, he carefully sets some shot glasses on the table, proceeding to fill them with tequila. When he looks at me in silent question. I nod, grab a glass, and toss it back. After this little revelation, tequila might be what gets me through the rest of the night.

* * *

I’m not quite off my head, but I’m sporting a pretty good buzz. By some unspoken agreement, we all decided that taking shots was preferable to discussing Ashley, and made quick work of the bottle of Tito’s. Layla clumsily rises from her seat, declaring she has to pee. When I offer to escort her, she says she’s got it under control but to come looking for her if she’s not back in five minutes. Her brothers don’t see the wink she gives me, or the exaggerated sway of her hips, as she walks away. I’ll give her seven just to make her sweat it out.

Until then, I talk football with Marcos and Rafael. We discuss the upcoming Women’s World Cup and I tell them about little Gabriella from my after-school group. Marcos has connections to the US Women’s National Team and offers to pull some strings to see if he can get at least one of them to make an appearance for my class.

“Go on! Are you serious?” I’m absolutely delighted not just for my kids, but for the facility as a whole. It would do wonders for us.

“No promises, obviously, but I’ll make some calls this week.” Marcos tosses back another shot of tequila before looking around. “Is Layla still in the bathroom?”

Ah fecking hell. I check the time on my phone. It’s been exactly seven minutes.

“I’ll go check on her. Need to visit the jacks myself.” Without another word, I wind my way through the people milling around the bar and the dance floor until I find the hall with the bathrooms. My mission is easier when I discover they’re single-person restrooms rather than multiple stalls. I find the ladies’ room, and rap my knuckles on the door.

“Layla? You in there, Lovely?”

The lock clicks and the door opens a crack. My favorite brown eyes peek through before a hand darts out and grabs my wrist before pulling me inside. I chuckle as Layla shoves my back against the closed door and locks it as she starts placing kisses along my neck and jaw. Before I can even get my hands on her, she’s palming my cock through my jeans. I groan at the sensation, my hips jerking in response. I cup her arse in my hands pulling her in.

“Mmmm. Took you long enough,” she breathes into my ear, grinding against me.

“Sorry, love.” Moving a hand to her neck, I find her long ponytail and wrap it around my hand, yanking her head back, earning a moan from her. “I’m here now though. Why don’t you tell me what you need, Cailín.”

I don’t give her a chance to answer before I capture her mouth with mine, plunging my tongue in to lay claim. Her fingers find the button of my jeans and pop it open then slide the zipper down. She thrusts her hand under the band of my briefs and pumps me a couple of times.

“Fuck, baby,” I growl into her mouth.

Layla arches into me. Reluctantly letting go of her arse, I pull the edge of her corset top down so her tits pop out. Angling my head, I flick the tip of my tongue over a peaked nipple a few times before sucking it into my mouth, rolling the stiff bud between my teeth.

“Ay, Teagan. I need you to fuck me. Right now!”

She’s rocking desperately against my leg. If I add enough pressure I know I can get her off this way, but I know my Layla. She needs to be filled. Gently pushing her off of me, I hold her at arm’s length. Her beautiful face is flushed, eyes shining with lust. Her chest is heaving, breasts still exposed, and she looks so fucking hot right now. I want to spend hours doing the dirtiest things to her. When she reaches for me, I hold up a hand.

“Wait, Cailín,” I command. “Go to the sink and face it.”

Once she obeys, I prowl behind her, pressing my chest into her back and my hard cock into the curve of her arse. Gripping her hips, I walk her forward until the edge of the sink is pressing into her lower belly then slide my hands up to cup her tits, squeezing them roughly. Her head falls back to my chest, just under my chin. Unable to resist that column of skin, I dip my mouth to her neck, licking a path to her ear.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” I murmur. “I’m going to pull your pants down and you’re going to lean over the sink, holding the sides. Then I’m going to fuck you hard and fast from behind.” I catch her gaze, holding it as I nip the delicate skin just under her ear. “And you’re going to keep those beautiful brown eyes open, watching me do it, understand?”

Layla whimpers, but holds my gaze in the mirror as she breathes out, “Yes, Papí .”

My cock strains painfully against the fabric of my briefs, urging me to get on with it. In one swift move, I hook my fingers into Layla’s pants and the string of whatever knickers she has on, yanking them to her knees. When the air hits her naked skin, goosebumps erupt all over. I rub my hands over her arse, then give her a quick slap. She gasps.

“What are you supposed to be doing, Layla?” I lift a brow at our reflections.

Realizing her mistake, she bends over the sink and grips the side of the porcelain, never taking her eyes off of mine.

“Good lass.”

She watches as I drop my jeans and briefs, cock springing free to slap my stomach. I grip it and give a good tug. Layla’s hips start shifting and I realize she’s pressing her thighs together, searching for release. If we were anywhere but at the club, I’d take my sweet time with her, edging her until she screamed. The best part is that I know she would be into it. She’d probably cuss me in Spanish, but she’d love it all the same.

I wrap her ponytail around my hand again, pulling so she has no other choice but to keep her head up and eyes on us. I line myself up with her pussy and punching my hips into her, filling her in one quick thrust. She screams out, and I don’t think either of us cares if there’s someone on the other side of the door. Keeping my word, I fuck her hard and fast, holding her still with a hand on her hip and the other in her hair. The harder I pound into her, the more noise Layla makes, begging for me to fuck her harder. I’m moments away from blowing my load, but I’m here to take care of Layla. I slide the hand on her hip around her body until I find the juncture of her thighs. It doesn’t take more than me pressing her clit for her to come. She practically screams my name, and as I watch her skin flush with the orgasm, I find my own. The garbled sound falling from my throat is loud as my body stills, filling her with my release.

We’re both panting heavily when a knock sounds at the door a muffled voice yelling, “Go find somewhere else to fuck so the rest of us can use the bathroom!”

Layla and I look at each other before a rush of quiet laughter flows from us. We might have been in here a little longer than intended, so we hurry to clean ourselves up and readjust our clothes. We consider trying to sneak out one at a time, but the gig is up. Whoever is waiting outside knows exactly what we just did, so we decide to own it. I open the door, Layla one step ahead of me, and come face to face with none other than Ashley.

She opens her mouth to scold us, eyes immediately pinning on Layla, then she glances up at me doing a double take, her blonde hair swinging behind her.

“Teagan?” She asks in astonishment.

“Ashley,” I say in greeting, making a point to wrap my arms around Layla’s waist, relishing in the way she relaxes in my hold.

“What are you doing here?” Her gaze darts to Layla, eyebrows climbing her forehead.

“I’m here with my girlfriend and her brothers.” It’s so tempting to add their names, but I don’t want to cause a scene. I just want to get out of this hallway.

“Your girlfriend. This…” she scoffs, “is your girlfriend?”

My temper flares, but before I can utter a word, Layla sticks out a hand towards my ex. “Yeah, I’m Layla Diaz. You’re actually intimately acquainted with my brother, Marcos.”