Challenge (Harris Brothers, #1)

by Amy Daws

Having a twin in general is a royal pain in the arse. Having him on the same team is like a bad case of haemorrhoids. Having him playing the same position is like a jagged butt plug rammed in at the wrong angle.

My clean-cut appearance, on the other hand, has them quivering with need. Trust me, I’m not complaining.

But now, being bunked up with a blonde Jesus in a smaller-than-I’d-like, two-bedroom flat in Bethnal Green sure doesn’t seem as exciting as it did initially, even if we do live close to the pitch and above a tattoo shop and a pub.

And yeah, sometimes he refers to himself in the third person.

She told us to go home and make them when our shifts ended, and to remember that there is still sunshine above the chaos.

Okay, so I’m a twenty-four-year-old virgin who’s slightly obsessed with how she’s going to lose her well overdue virginity status.

Penis #1: The virginity snatcher.

Penis #2: The sweetie.

Penis #3: The ultimate cocktail.

I exhale heavily and drop my head back against my locker, turning my gaze up to the ceiling and begging the heavens for some act of God so I could get on with it already.

Rather than God answering my virginal prayer with a player, the devil answered it with four.

These brothers of mine truly would do anything for me.

My chin wobbled as I admitted that for the first time in my life, I hated this fucking game.

I want to be Camden Harris, footballing star and sex god to women.

Camden Harris, you’ve just found the perfect distraction.

In the past, I’ve tried to steer clear of redheads because they’re usually the crazy ones. But lord, between this one’s scent and her pretty face, I’m quite certain that won’t be necessary.

I was born for football, bred for football, lived for football.

My brows lift. Could she possibly be immune to my charms? Redheads, I think.

“Lying about your pain number doesn’t make your dick any bigger,” she mumbles under her breath.

never knew injuring myself could be this much fun.

She’s obviously very focused because she’s completely oblivious to my eyes trained on her, which is…problematic for me because I’m getting half hard from having her hands on me.

Her eyes are bright and hungry for more information. After I recover, my own gaze narrows with an ounce of possessiveness.

Even covered in grass stains, mud, and sweat, I wanted to bend over and lick every ridge that decorated his impeccable stomach.

“Stop downplaying your appeal, Indie. It’s unappealing.” Her gaze softens. “You’re unique, smart, hilarious, and beautiful. Throw in a dash of quirky and sexy glasses and you’re the fun total package. Don’t ever forget that.”

“And don’t get hurt. We’ve talked about this. I don’t want to have to maim one of London’s star footballers. You know I’m good with a scalpel.”

I preferred him properly mussed if I’m being frank. He wasn’t as perfect looking as he is now.

Dr. Prichard says a bit louder than necessary while he eyes Camden with a contemplative gaze. He places his hand on the small of my back and ushers me out of the room.

Besides, I wouldn’t think this looks like much. Prichard has always been affectionate in the way he communicates. It’s partially what makes him a great doctor. Sometimes a slight touch on a shoulder can instantly calm an anxious patient’s nerves.

“I’m aware of how familiar you are, Indie. I read your published article.” His eyes crinkle as they drop down to my mouth. “That’s why I don’t want anyone else to assist me.”

To scrub in on a procedure like this after all of my hard work is a huge opportunity.

But, come to think of it, if anyone is touching him, I want it to be me.

“Oh, and Indie?” he says quietly, forcing me to pause and look over my shoulder. “Yes?” “When I have two good knees again, you won’t be able to get away from me so easily.”

I think she might be a little nuts and that makes me positively desperate to know more.

Don’t get me wrong. I’ve had encounters with beautiful women from all over the world. But kissing a doctor in an exam room ranks high on my list of spank-banking material.

She’s beautiful and funny? I think I might be in love.

I glance over at the bed to see Camden’s hand draped over my ankles that are propped by his side. It feels a bit peculiar—his large hands clasping my narrow ankles. Almost like cuddling, which is not something I’m at all familiar with.

I stare at his sleeping face and try to remember what possessed me to say yes to him last night, other than the fact that he’s a charming sod.

But she doesn’t realise how easy it is for me to detach from people. My upbringing conditioned me to do just that.

He noticed I had different glasses on last night. Shut up, Indie. This is not the time to swoon.

“I was sleeping! I can’t help it!” His eyes finally open more and immediately land on me. His lashes are dark and hooded around his sapphire blues. Damn, he even looks sexy now—horny, sleepy pig and all.

Lucky isn’t quite the word I’d use. I seem to be on Prichard’s rotation most weeks as of late, and his demeanour around me is getting more and more uncomfortable. But I’m interested in ortho, so I’m doing my best to grin and bear it.

“Dr. Porter, am I right? Or would you rather be called Indie like that other prat of a doctor called you?”

“If she’s a doctor, you should call her Dr. Porter. It’s rude to call her anything else,” says another voice as yet another Harris brother takes the open seat next to Belle. Her mouth is still locked on the apple, causing him to eye her quizzically.

Christ, these Harrises are even more handsome in street clothes.

“Nice to meet you, Dr. Ryan. You’re much too pretty to be just a table decoration.”

“Our dad sent us to look for you,” Tanner adds. “He thinks maybe Cam is in more pain than he’s letting on.” The notion bothers me so I can’t help myself from asking, “Maybe he’s just ready for some space?

“You’re leaving?” Belle hisses while not-so-subtly head nodding to the brothers still seated at the table with her.

He’s tall, broad-shouldered, and still extremely fit for a middle-aged man. I never knew I could be attracted to the silver fox variety.

“Doc, I think my son might be in some pain. He’s been quite testy all day, which isn’t like him. He’s usually…well, all of my boys are always very light-hearted. They don’t let much trouble them, so I’m thinking he might need something to take the edge off. Can you help him with that?”

“But if you can deal with him as much as possible, I think that’d be wise. He seems to like you.” “Absolutely. I’ll take good care of him.”