SHE LEAVES ME unbalanced, which doesn't happen often. She's so damn beautiful in a non-conforming kind of way. It's like she's unpolished and rough around the edges. It makes her sexy as hell. There have been a lot of women since I went pro but none has had this effect on me. I do my best to pay attention to the road so I don't drive on top of another car when she wiggles a bit and brings her lipstick out of her back pocket. This time it's bright pink. I use the truck's brake a little too forcefully at the light. She glances at me before pulling down the visor and flipping up the mirror.Christ.I'm heading to my mother's house with a hard dick. Music. We need music. I hit the button on the steering wheel and Hank Williams Jr. fills the cab."Who's this?" she asks after running the tip of the lipstick across her sexy mouth.That question deserves the quick "you've got to be kidding me" glance I give her. "Who do you listen to?" I ask without answering her ridiculousness."My favor
I walk to the fridge and grab four beers. "Want one?" I ask while plotting a way to kill my sister when no one is looking."Sure," Jordan replies and winks at my sister."I'll take one too," Candice chimes in with her serious voice but she doesn't fool anyone."Over my dead body," I grumble and hand beers to Jordan, Steph, and Ty.My mom heads into the kitchen as she is more than accustomed to the ongoing verbal jousting between me and Candice. She pulls out a large bowl of homemade bread dough and begins making dinner rolls. "I won't ask the same questions as the media, so tell us about yourself, Jordan," Mom requests.Candice responds before Jordan speaks. "I couldn't find your college stats on the internet. It sucks that community colleges don't post like they should."Jordan wiggles a bit and slips her phone from her back pocket. She scrolls through a few things and hands the phone to my sister. "Here are my stats." Candice takes the phone, sits down at the table, and goes in
I CAST A stricken look at Pamela, Aiden's mother. She's a gorgeous woman with sun-streaked brown hair cut short around her jaw. I absolutely know where Aiden gets his good looks. You see it clearly in all three of her children. I'll admit Ty's handsome for an older man but their large, expressive eyes and bone structure come from their mother.I stand from the bar stool and take a step after Aiden."Let him cool down," Pamela says.I stop and turn. "He shouldn't need to cool down. It's over and done. I don't care what that jackass on TV says.""The man in the store put his hands on you. That's wrong." Ty gives me a look that shows he's almost as angry as Aiden. "I think I'll go join Aiden for a few minutes." He walks out and I'm left with the women.I'm not sure what to say. "He didn't hurt me," is all I can think of. I'm also relieved I told my father about the incident. I'm sure it will be on every sports channel by tomorrow.Candice looks down the hallway where her father and
I'M BARELY HOLDING onto my shit right now and it's less than twelve hours until training camp begins. When I saw the video of the guy shoving Jordan, I lost my cool. I would feel the same way if it happened to my mother or sisters. That's what sucks about Jordan thinking she can play football in the pros. While others will be finding a way to get her off the team, I'll be protecting her or at least trying my damnedest. This can't be happening. I have enough on my plate and she's one huge distraction I don't need.There are so many things that haven't been thought through in this situation. I wasn't joking about her needing a psychologist. A team of bodyguards too.I didn't miss my sister's antics during dinner either. The next time I go home I'm gluing all her car keys to the dresser in her room. I'm not too old to get my revenge. And Steph with her smug appraisal of my wandering eyes didn't help matters.Damn, I want inside Jordan's pants so bad my cock is in permanent hard mode. N
"Take me against the door," she orders. With a sensual smile, she drops her leg and peppers kisses on my lips and jaw while toeing off her sandals. At last her fingers move to the top of her jeans and she unzips them. I help pull them down and then lift her so she can kick the material aside. Her hands go to my shoulders and I press her back against the door again while lifting her up so her legs circle my waist. I skim my fingers down her side until I reach the top of her panties. They're a white, sheer, barely-there material. My fingers slip beneath the silk. With a gentle bite to her lower lip, she opens for me again. At the same time, her slick, wet heat registers on my fingers while they slide between her thighs. I want a taste so fucking bad.This is wrong. Very, very wrong.I use my finger to circle the swollen wet lips of her pussy while stroking her tongue with mine. She lets out a disgruntled sigh and grinds against my hand. I smile into the kiss. Her smell reaches me. It's
I CAN'T BELIEVE I'm this stupid. Aiden is a player in more ways than one and I've just ruined any chance I have of gaining respect from the team. Me and my damn crush. It doesn't help that I met his family and loved them. I'm an idiot and there's absolutely nothing I can do about it now.I take my time in the shower and wash off Aiden's scent. When I pick my dirty clothes off the bathroom floor, his smell permeates the material. If there was an incinerator handy, I'd chuck them in. I toss the clothes into a plastic hotel dry cleaning bag instead, stuffing the thing into the depths of my suitcase. I crawl into bed, set the alarm, and do my best to sleep.My phone alarm goes off at three-thirty the next morning. I calculate I slept all of two hours. During the long night staring at the ceiling, I reviewed everywhere I went wrong with Aiden. Even knowing how detrimental it was to my career, I found it impossible to keep my thoughts away from the things that felt so damn right. Like ever
Bobby's face turns a shade darker. I put my hand out and he shakes it quickly. "I know who you are, ma'am. Nice to meet you. The front office told me to appropriate larger towels so they cover more." He doesn't quite meet my eyes the entire time he talks. "Here they are," he hands me two large, fluffy, white towels. "I'll have fresh ones for you each day. Your kicking stats are impressive and you're exactly what our team needs."It's so hard not to smirk at Aiden. At least this kid has an open mind. "Thank you, Bobby. How did you come across my kicking stats?"He shuffles his feet and looks down at the floor. "I tallied them myself. I saw the story about you on TV a couple years ago and started following your games."This kid can't be more than eighteen or nineteen. He also isn't in the loop that I'm to be treated like I'm not here. That's the normal MO of the guys before they adjust to having me around. "Don't say that too loud or the team might overhear you and you'll lose your jo
MAKE NO MISTAKE, quarterbacks are the prima donnas of football. No one will argue, especially not me. We're also paid exorbitant amounts of money, even though I personally have a long way to go to catch up to the amount Killian MacGregor makes. Three years ago, I had high hopes for the Pronghorns, but if things don't look up this season, I need to keep my options open. Bottom lineI'm tired of losing.Defensive and offensive starters have the luxury of the best practice field. Many players are vying for roster spots and training is intense. After warming up, the offensive line, which I'm part of, runs through drills during the first hour of practice. We work this part of our day at half strength. It's more to get the feel of the plays and make them part of muscle memory.The afternoon practice intensifies and we'll be in pads and helmets. Taking down the QB will still be off limits, but I won't deny the sound of helmets clashing and the squeak of new shoulder pads get my blood pumping