Loving Siblings: Aidan & Dionne Read Online Free

come to the game after all.
    An all too familiar sizzling started
between his muscular thighs as his young cock twitched with
excitement. His half-mast erection told him just how happy he was to see she’d come.
Good thing he wore biker shorts under his soccer shorts or the
reaction he was experiencing seeing Dionne there would’ve been
pretty embarrassing.
    He knew now how much he needed to win
this game now. Not for the trophy, or the fact it would be his last
for Arcadia High, but . . . for her. For them, and their future.
Come hell or high-water, he was going to win her heart and make her
his. Hel DUH could kiss his
ass. Just as long as he left Dionne’s alone!
    He finally returned his focus on the game.
With her there, he felt a fresh surge of adrenaline infuse his
exhausted body. He raised his head to look at his fellow teammates’
positions, and mesmerizing bunny eyes faded into the back of his
mind. For now.
    Slowly, an insightful, strategic plan began
to unfold. It was a risky one, but the only prayer they had left if
they were going to win this championship. Now he felt daring,
willing to go against reason, and strong enough to take on the
risks that were necessary if he was going to lead this game to
victory. He couldn’t lose this one, not now she was there.
    Aidan made a series of hand gestures only
his team mates seemed to understand. He glanced one last time up at
the bleachers to see his family sitting in the front row. There sat
a small, light-skinned, dark-haired Malaysian man in a light blue
shirt and dark blue slacks. The moment he got his attention, he
jumped to his feet and began waving enthusiastically.
    “ Well, looks like your dad’s got full
confidence in you, Ace,” Shawn chuckled as he passed him to get to
his spot.
    “ He never gives up on me,” Aidan said
cynically, and Shawn chuckled with a wink.
    Then he nodded a return greeting to his
father, seeing him smile before he seated himself beside his wife
again. Mom, a stocky Malaysian woman with a round, bright smiling
face, was there tending to their large brood. Aside from Dionne,
Aidan didn’t know of any other woman in the world with a heart as
warm as the sun and as big as Jupiter.
    A clever smile slowly spread across his full
lips when he noticed Dionne wasn’t wearing that denim dress. His
hastily put together scheme had worked after all! She changed into
one of his favorite dresses—one that didn’t emphasize her lush,
pillowy behind as that denim dress did. The moment he got his
chance, he was going to look for it and toss it out. Maybe even
burn it.
    The dress she was wearing now was an airy,
sleeveless summer dress in ivory with splashes of warm browns and
yellows. He knew those were flower patterns even if he couldn’t see
them from where he stood. He knew it because it was one of his
favorite dresses; one he always thought looked really pretty on
her. The color suited her ivory skin that rarely tanned, and
complimented her golden brown mane that usually tumbled down from a
center part to just under her shoulders in soft waves.
    As if she could feel his gaze on her, she
turned her head. He could see her stare at him for a few moments,
and he felt his heart thud hard in his chest. Was she still upset
with him? She had every right to be.
    Suddenly she lifted her hand and waved
enthusiastically at him. His tight squinting eyes, hidden behind
thick black lashes, softened a moment when he saw it before he
stuck up his hand and returned the greeting.
    This is what he needed. He needed her
attention to feel whole. He needed her there to make this
championship worth fighting for, because she was. Feeling infused with energy now, he
turned and sprinted to the center of the field for the
kick-off. 
    He was ready. 
    Standing at six foot four, Aidan was the
tallest player on the field. When he saw who the Beach Blazers had
chosen to take the kick-off, he knew he couldn’t be the one to do
it for his team. It wouldn’t be