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“Dude, do not tell me you were in there doing what I think you were doing.”

“Fuck you.” I shoot him a glare.

Benny giggles, clapping his hands together as Logan shakes his head. “Uncle Eli is a naughty boy,” Logan coos in a baby voice.

“Don’t act like you don’t jack off to the thought of her. Winter told me what Laney told her.”

He shoots me a glare. “Fuck off.”

I grin. “Thought so.”

“One more night,” he sighs.

Yeah, sadly. One more night, and then I’m back to hardly seeing her and sleeping down the hall when all I want to do is have her in my bed, wrapped up in my arms.

Why is this my life? What did I do to deserve this? To have everything I want just out of reach.

It fucking sucks, I hate it, and I want it to change.

But for now, I’ll take what I can get.

Delaney

I should have known I’d end up cuddling with one of them. I mean, I was sleeping smack-dab in the middle of them both.

Needing some time alone, I sit on the toilet seat with my head in my hands.

It’s still hot in here, and the steam is keeping the room warm. Seeing Elijah with a towel wrapped around his hips, toned tattooed body on display, while a nice way to start the day, does nothing to help with the dirty thoughts playing in my mind.

Get a hold of yourself, Laney. They’re just guys.

Guys who have been inside you.

Stepbrothers, Laney, stepbrothers.

“Fuck.” I stand up and leave.

Thankfully, he’s dressed by the time I get out there. I, on the other hand, am not.

I can feel their eyes on me as I grab a change of clothes. When I’m done, it’s just Elijah and Benny.

“Where’s Logan?”

“He had to go meet the team. Something about a breakfast meeting and then ball stuff. He said he will see us after the game. So it looks like it’s me, you, and this little man.”

“Doesn’t sound like a bad day, does it?” I smile down at Benny, who’s strapped into his stroller. “Who’s hungry?”

Chapter 16

Logan

“How was it?” Justin asks as he closes the locker. I’ve seen my teammates naked more times than I care to admit, but Justin has always been a little too free when it comes to his nudity, not really caring who sees him drop his pants.

“Would you put on some clothes?” I mutter, keeping my eyes on his face.

“What?” he asks innocently. “You know I like to air out the boys before stuffing them in those tight-ass pants.

“Yes, but no one here wants to see it.” I roll my eyes, shoving my clothes inside my own locker. I’m dressed for the most part, so is half the team. The only one naked is Justin. Like always.