2. Liam
After a brutal sessionwith my trainer, all I wanted to do was hop in the shower.
My flatmate, Michael, was using my bathroom, so I figured he wouldn’t mind if I used his.
I didn’t expect to see the petite blonde standing stark naked in front of the sink, her hands dipped between the folds of her wet pussy.
“What are you doing?” she yelled in a thick- Midwestern American accent.
Then her bright blue eyes darted from the counter and back to her exposed chest.
She picked up her phone, holding it over her chest with her arms crossed.
She must not have wanted me to see what was on it, but then she should have pointed the face of it toward her chest because staring back at me was my own underwear ad.
I smirked, taking a step closer. “Were you just touching yourself to my picture?”
“What? No? Maybe. Get out,” she yelled again, shaking her head and moving her whole body.
Her cheeks flushed as pink as those pretty nipples that I wanted to wrap my lips around.
But since I had no idea who the girl was or why she was in my bathroom, I decided it was better not to dive right in there.
“Hey, this is my bathroom. Maybe you should be the one getting out.”
I ran my fingers through my hair, looking at the marble tiles. “Look, I don’t know who let you in or how you got access to the penthouse. But if you’re some rugger hugger, I’m really not in the mood.”
“Rugger hugger? What does that even mean?”
I let out a breath, shaking my head as I tried to think of the right way to phrase the term. “You know, a girl who goes after rugby players.”
She scoffed. “Oh my gosh, my brother plays rugby. He’s in the other room right now. Your roommate.”
Realization dawned on me, and all of the heat and color drained from my face, and especially my cock.
I’d been checking out my teammate and flatmate, Michael’s little sister.
Through the way he described her, I expected a little girl with pigtails and pink dresses playing with dolls. Not the blonde-haired, wide-eyed woman staring at me and making me think of throwing every rule out the window and taking her against my bathroom sink.
Finally, I peeled my eyes away from her body and turned toward the door. “Oh, okay. I guess you’re Emily. Though it still doesn’t explain why you were in my bathroom looking at my picture while you…”
Her soft sniffles were what had me turning around to see those wide blue eyes were about to burst as they brimmed with tears.
“Oh my gosh, this is so embarrassing.”
Slowly, I turned back toward her, grabbing one of the fluffy white towels the cleaning lady had probably hung up that morning. I made sure to keep my head down as I handed the cloth to Emily.
“Here. No need to be embarrassed.”
“Please don’t tell my brother about this,” she pleaded.
I backed up into to the doorway. “No way. This will be our little secret.”
I lingered a little longer than I should have in the doorway before leaving.
She might have been Michael’s little sister, but there was something about Emily.
Not just her sweetness or her innocence but something that had sparked a new burning in my chest. One that had me thinking about seeing her in my bathroom every day.
In the kitchen making pancakes in nothing but my t-shirt.
Now I really had to tell my cock to calm down if I was going to survive the next week with her living in my house.
“Em, what the hell are you wearing?” Michael yelled, jumping up from the couch as soon as he heard the sound of heels clicking on the wood floor.
I followed his gaze and landed on a pair of long legs barely covered in a pair of ripped jeans.
The shirt, if it could even be called that, was black and completely sheer, revealing a tight little black bra, barely covering her breasts.
My mouth watered as I looked up at the bright red lipstick and white-blue eyes of Emily.
Her blonde hair was now curled and falling down to her shoulders, and I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would look like splayed across my pillow.
But I wasn’t about to let my roommate know I was checking out his sister.
“What? You said we were going to a pub, and I wanted to make sure I could get in…you know, with only being eighteen. So I wanted to look a little older.”
Before Michael could speak, I stood up, noticing Emily’s eyes widen further as she took in my form.
Years of rugby and weightlifting had made it bulking season every day for me. I hated getting my big calves into a pair of jeans, so I stayed in some shorts and a polo. Her eyes trailed down my legs, those pretty lips forming a perfect ‘O”.
“Look, we’re already going to be late to meet the team, but she looks fine. If anyone gives her shit for going in the pub, I’ll handle it,” I said gruffly, making sure my stare didn’t linger too long on her.
Though I wanted to, especially when I swore I heard her let out a deep breath as if she wasn’t disappointed that I looked away.
“Fine, whatever. Just bring a sweater,” Michael grumbled, heading toward the door.
“Are you gonna be able to walk in those heels?” I asked, following behind Emily, trying not to stare at the way her perfect peach ass fit in her jeans, but there was only so much avoiding I could do.
“Oh yeah, I did dance for four years in high school. These are no problem,” she said with a giggle.
The noise went straight to my cock.
A dancer? She probably would look great in nothing but one of those little costumes and heels.
Or just the heels.
I had to tell my cock to calm down again as I followed the bickering siblings, staying silent as we headed the few blocks down to the pub where our teammates were waiting.
I could already see some of the guys hanging out in one of the corner booths, their pints raised high.
We had a game coming up, so I wouldn’t be drinking, but it didn’t look like it was stopping any of them: Irish blood and all.
Before we could take another step inside, the burly bouncer blocked the door.
“Private gatherin’ here.” His eyes roamed over Emily’s form a little too long for my liking. “And we don’t allow little girls or rugger huggers.”
Without even thinking, I pushed forward, slinging an arm around her shoulders.
It was a big mistake as I took in the smell of her floral perfume and felt her soft hair curl around my bicep, making me practically melt into her side.
“She’s with me,” I managed to bark out. My voice was husky but I figured that gave it more authority and didn’t let the guy with a power trip know I was trying to keep my cock in check.
The bouncer’s eyes widened when he recognized who I was, and he quickly stepped to the side. “All right, McCarthy. I”m sorry I didn’t know she was your girl.”
I squeezed Emily’s shoulder, hoping that would keep her from saying anything. “Yep.”
Luckily, Michael didn’t say anything, and we both squeezed past, the heat and low music of the pub taking over.
I’d been to our usual pub plenty of times, but this time, I looked at it through Emily’s eyes with the dark walls, covered in old black and white rugby photos and booths with the peeling green linoleum covers.
It wasn’t the classiest bar in the city, but it was our place and the owner was plenty happy to shut it down for the team whenever we wanted.
Michael had already pushed past us, joining the team at their table and pouring himself a cup of beer.
Real nice to not even wait for his little sister.
“Can I get you something else to drink other than communal Guinness?” I asked, leaning down and whispering in her ear so she could hear me over the music.
I didn’t miss the way she shivered against me.
“Um, sure, I’ve never really drank much, though, so I’ll have whatever you”re having.”
I held back my groan; this sweet thing was so damn innocent.
“I don’t drink much during the season so that I can get us two Club Oranges, and you can tell your brother or whoever else asks that it’s spiked.”
She giggled. “Okay.”
Damn, that sound went straight to my cock.
I expected her to use that as a segue to go sit with her brother, but instead, she walked with me to the bar, where our usual bartender, Nora, gave me a toothy grin.
She was covered in tattoos all down her arms, and she had bright red hair that was pulled into two tight braids, highlighting her high cheekbones and naturally pretty face.
Usually, I might make some flirty remarks, but when she gave me the knowing smile, her eyes roaming over Emily, we both knew that wasn’t happening.
“Well, about time you finally brought a girl into my bar, McCarthy,” she said with a laugh, setting down two napkins in front of her.
Emily opened her mouth to speak, but I squeezed her shoulder. “Yep, meet Emily. She’s Michael Johnson’s sister. The new rookie.”
“Ohhhhh,” Nora said, nodding, looking between us.
Emily didn’t say anything, so I cleared my throat. “Two Club Oranges for us.”
Nora nodded again. “Coming right up.”
Emily worried her lip between her teeth, and I said the last thing I probably should have to calm her nerves. “Do you want to go somewhere private and enjoy these drinks?”
“Yeah. That would be great.”