My Boyfriend’s Handsome Teammate - Chapter 3: Chapter 3

I was no angel, but my secrets had stayed hidden—until Nathan caught me dead to rights.
"Would he use this against me? Twist the knife? Destroy me completely?"
The thought iced my veins. My palms slicked with sweat, my legs gave out, and I nearly folded like a house of cards, shaking too hard to form words.
"Knew you were trouble. No panties? Out here hunting for dick?" Nathan spread his arms and hoisted me up like I weighed nothing, pinning me flush against his hips to keep me from sliding. Then he buried his face in the crook of my neck.
My body moved before my brain caught up. Instinctively, my fingers tangled in his hair.
For one breathless second, my soul left my damn body.
"Th—the living room… people!" The last shred of sense made me shove at his chest.
Right on cue, Marcus's voice cut through from outside. "Captain! Quit hiding! Your turn to drink—no pussying out!"
Nathan looked downright pissed. He landed a stinging slap on my ass before stalking off.
I smoothed my skirt and rejoined the party, wedged between my boyfriend and Nathan, making small talk like my world wasn't crumbling.
Too soon, my boyfriend—the lightweight who'd been taking shot after shot—face-planted onto the table, completely obliterated.
My eyes darted to the others.
Nathan's hand got bold, sliding under my skirt.
The fabric draped just right to hide his game. To anyone watching, we were just sitting close. They'd never guess I was coming undone at the seams.
Old me would've never crossed this line.
But what happened in that bathroom blew past boundaries like they were made of tissue paper.
And let's be real—a month of pent-up frustration didn't help.
The second I got an outlet, need swallowed me whole.
Then my boyfriend lurched upright. I went statue-still—had he caught on?
The pleasure evaporated, leaving me hollowed out.
"Ugh…" No suspicion—just green around the gills. He swayed for three terrifying seconds before clapping a hand over his mouth and booking it to the bathroom. He hit his knees, heaving into the toilet like his guts were trying to escape.
I rushed after him, bending to rub slow circles on his back.
Heavy footfalls approached. Suddenly, the light dimmed as massive frames boxed me in.
I glanced back. Nathan and the guys stood there, eyes locked onto my bare ass—
Oh shit. In my hurry, my skirt had hiked up to my waist without me noticing.
Weirdly? Their stares didn't bother me.
From the second Nathan exposed the real me, I'd known tonight was checkmate. Only question was whether it'd be one of them… or the whole damn squad.
"C… could you help me… get him to bed?" My hand fluttered to my chest, my heart jackhammering so hard I swore they could hear it.
Nathan and the boys hauled my boyfriend up like a sack of potatoes and dumped him in his room.
The second that door clicked shut, the vibe shifted. Five walls of muscle closed in on me.
I was a rabbit in a wolf den—no way out. "Not here… the bedroom…"
Nathan scooped me up like I was nothing, carrying me to the master bedroom like a damn trophy. He tossed me onto the king-sized bed as the others filed in behind him, shutting the door with a final click…