"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
THE SECOND PRACTICE of the day is full pads."It may be hot here but just wait until White Sands," Lane says after helping me adjust my pads. It's nice that he's finally decided I'm worthy of his attention. Small steps, I assure myself. Afternoon practice is training camp torture and no one is exempt, not even kickers. Coach Morely has me and Lane run four slow laps around the field. He doesn't want us twisting an ankle by doing sprints with the other players.When our mile is complete, we head onto the field and join special teams. I haven't seen Aiden since lunch, and I do my best not to think about him. The coach lines us up for additional warmups and after that the true practice begins. Although we're wearing pads, these are no-contact drills with me kicking extra points and field goals with a mock defense running at me. I miss my first two attempts to get the ball through the goalposts because of nerves. The sun beating down doesn't help nor do grumbles from players. Lane walks
THE SUN'S DOWN by the time we leave evening meetings. It's been a long first day and things will grow tougher from here. I head to my apartment for dinner and my bed. Carma will have something waiting for me. She's my housekeeper, primary cook, and shopper. She does all the things my mom made me do myself when I was at home. That's why I love Carma so much. She doesn't mind taking care of a man who is more than capable of taking care of himself. She's in her sixties or I might consider marriage just to lock her into the position.The elevator takes me to the tenth floor. There are two large apartments on this floor. A banker owns the other and we occasionally pass in the corridor with a brief hello. I'm new money and he's old. He's rarely here and only uses the apartment to stash his latest girlfriend. I figure his wife is fully aware he's a cheating douche. Not my problem if she isn't.When it's time to finally settle down, I want a relationship like my mom and Ty. Until then, I'll
Jordan also takes a bite. She closes her eyes as she slowly chews. She's not wearing lipstick, but that doesn't detract from the sensuality of her lips. She slowly opens her eyes and puts another bite on her fork. "Lane is helping me on that score. We've got this covered," she says after swallowing.I make a low, deep sound in my throat and my fingers tighten on my fork. I'm surprised the damn thing doesn't bend in half. So this is what jealousy feels like. "Lane, huh?" I ask in a deceptively mild tone."Yeah. You know, the punter?" Her mouth opens and she slips the fork between her lips again. She licks her bottom lip after swallowing the bite and I almost come in my pants. I swear she's driving me crazy on purpose."I know who Lane is." The words slip out much harsher than I planned to let on and Jordan misses nothing.She gives me a closed mouth grin and chews another bite. Very daintily, she wipes her mouth. Hell, I'm fascinated with everything to do with this woman's lips. "I'
AIDEN PATRICKSON IS the most aggravating human being alive. He has a strong mother and two strong sisters and he still can't get over the realization that a woman can possibly play football.I sink back against the couch cushions when the door closes behind his amazing ass. Today's practice wore me out physically and emotionally. Aiden showing up with dinner doesn't help. Aiden might be fucking gorgeous but he's also a class "A" dick.After a long sigh into my clasped hands, I go to bed. Tomorrow will be rougher than today and since I didn't manage sleep last night, I really need to catch a break tonight. I toss and turn for about an hour and then exhaustion wins out and I fall into a deep sleep.My alarm goes off long before sunrise. I splash water on my face and pull on my running clothes and shoes. I decide not to risk the chance that Aiden is waiting for me at the side door and head straight to the front lobby. It's too early for the media to be here, which is a relief. The run