Page 4 of The Illicit Play

Because it’s not like I can tell them the truth.

CHAPTER 2

GRADY

I can’t tell.

I cannevertell a fucking soul that I walked in on Blake Wilson bare-ass naked.

Oh shit, her bare ass.

I only saw the side of it, but that curve…

I can picture my hand molding over it, cupping those perfect white cheeks and giving them a squeeze.

Her skin’s so pale. It’s porcelain, delicately painted with a dusting of freckles.

Damn, the shape of her is fucking beautiful.

Delicate lines that douse me with guilt every time I think of them.

I wish I could block her out of my head.

I’ve been doing everything I can to forget about what I saw, avoiding her at every turn. But it’s like she’s making a game out of it.

Every time she sees me, she gets this playful twinkle in her eye, like I’m her target and she’s gonna enjoy bringing me down.

But I can never let that happen.

She’s Wily sister. He’s my teammate, one of my best friends, and I respect the guy too much to let myself go and do what I want with that hot sister of his.

Fuck.

Even now as I’m on the field, doing light fitness drills to keep us active in the offseason, she’s haunting me.

It’s like my brain took multiple photographs of her smoking hot body and has been torturing me with them ever since.

Every morning, I wake up with a granite woody, and I’m not proud to admit it, but I gave in to temptation this morning and pictured exactly what I wanted to do with that woman as I stroked myself, then pumped until I had nothing left in me.

But the image of holding her up against the bathroom wall and burying myself inside her while she cried out in my ear was too fucking much.

I couldn’t resist it.

And I’ve been racked with guilt ever since.

Are you fucking kidding? You’ve been racked with guilt for days!And that’s not the only time you’ve pictured her while you polished the banister, my friend.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I take a beat before sprinting back down the field.

It doesn’t seem to matter how fast I run. I can’t shake her.

And it’s making me feel like shit.

I’m still processing my breakup with Teah. She tore my heart out, and now I’m lusting after my best friend’s little sister? What the fuck is wrong with me!

“Flash, let’s go, man. Pick up the pace!” Carson barks at me. “Don’t let those fuck nuggets beat us!”

I glance to my right and put on an extra burst of speed, reaching Carson just before Lincoln reaches Peters.