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me up the stairs, and I realize she has a really nice ass. Usually, she’s careful to stay out of my range, but right now, at this moment, it’s practically in my face and I can’t help but stare. Stare, salivate, imagine it in my hands. What the fuck is wrong with me? I shake my head trying to clear the image of her curves filling my hands and try to replace it with anyone else’s. It doesn’t take long for us to reach the top of the stairs, and thankfully her butt is no longer right in my line of sight, I breathe out a sigh of relief as we walk down the hallway.
    She stops outside the door, hands tucked into the pockets of her dark skinny jeans and shoulders hunched against the cold air coming through the breezeway. Max has brought her over enough times that she should feel comfortable just walking in, but she never does. When I open the door, she waits for me to walk in first. I step inside, listening for Max’s soft snores, but the sounds coming out of his room are definitely not from him sleeping.
    For reasons I can’t even begin to understand, I immediately try to usher Kat back into the hallway, but she doesn’t follow my lead. “What are you doing?” she asks. There’s no way for me to answer this without her finding out exactly why my little brother didn’t show up at school on time. Stupid bastard , I think, mentally shaking my head at his idiocy.
    I struggle for something to say that’s not Max is boning some random girl, and you probably don’t want to know about that , but I come up empty. The most I can do is open and close my mouth a few times. Kat continues to study my face, scrutinizing me closely. The longer I go without explaining, the more concerned she becomes.
    “Is something wrong with Max?”
    She tries to step around me but I block her. “No,” I start, but the situation gets the best of me. I start to laugh, thinking of all the things I could say in reply. “Max is finally ‘doing‘ something right,” or “the only thing wrong with him is that she’s not making enough noise.” The possibilities are endless. Kat’s eyes narrow in frustration. She shoves me as far as she can, which albeit isn’t very far, but it’s far enough for her to dart past me.
    Not thinking, I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her back … right into my front. Her body fits perfectly against mine, and her soft curves against me have my cock taking notice. This is not the time for that . I can’t get a stiffy with my brother in the next room having sex. That’s all kinds of wrong. Not to mention, this is Kat . I start thinking about football plays, I mean, they’re non-sexual.
    Eagle cover three—I got the running back.
    Falcon blitz two—I cover the slot. Shit, that doesn’t help.
    Charlie Over Strong—I hit the tight end.
    Fuck me. This is just making it worse. I try thinking first about Livvie because I can’t stand that tramp, and even the fact that my brother is having sex a few feet away—anything to stop the rising situation in my pants. Luckily, Kat jerks away from me before my dick makes himself known, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
    Unfortunately, as soon as she takes another step forward, the noise from Max’s room is easy to hear. She freezes. All the color drains from her face as it falls. I feel shitty since I’m the one who brought her over. Don’t get me wrong, pissing Kat off and annoying the shit out of her are two of my favorite pastimes, but I’m not unfeeling. There’s nothing funny about seeing someone’s heart being broken. That shit’s messed up, and I’m not going to be the one to rub it in her face.
    I know she’s seconds away from tears, so I fall back on the relationship Kat and I have had since we met. Stepping up behind her, I lower my mouth to her ear and say in the sexiest voice I can, “Wanna go back to my room, baby? We can show them how it’s done.” I didn’t think it was possible, but her body stiffens even more at my words. With a swift