He's being a goof and when he winks at me, I go back to being comfortable with him. "One ass slap after a field goal or extra point is in our rulebook.""The other players have no idea what they're missing.""We'll keep it that way." We banter until we reach the restaurant. Lane comes around the car and helps me out."This will be good for the team," he assures me. "You need to see them when they let loose a little and they need to see you in the same light." He takes my hand and gives it a gentle squeeze before releasing it. He opens the restaurant door and we enter Dominque's Grill. A section in the back is sectioned off for the team. From the sounds coming from their direction, the drinks are flowing freely.This is a team-only dinnerno family, wives, or girlfriends. This could be the first time a woman has desecrated their season kickoff party. We enter the back area and several players toss out hellos to Lane. Besides the long stares at my body and a few whistles, I'm ignored.
THE TWO IBUPROFEN I swallowed last night have zero effect on my pounding head when I wake up. It's pitch dark in the room because of the blackout curtains, and I slam my hand down on the nightstand trying to find my phone and turn off the loud and insistent alarm."Fuck."Once the sound stops, I turn on the bedside light, squinting into the room with a groan. The bus leaves in forty-five minutes. Thank God I'm packed and ready to go. I take a quick shower, pull on board shorts and a T-shirt, and grab a protein bar on my way out of the apartment. The entire time I'm heading to the bus, small glimpses of my drunk-fest last night flash through my head.I drink a few beers here and there and don't usually go overboard. I have no idea what got into me last night. My lack of enthusiasm for this coming season and my desire for a sexy little kicker could have something to do with it.I should have left the party early like I originally planned. Seeing Jordan all buddy-buddy with Lane flipp
I MANAGED SOME sleep and feel like a new person. I was just too exhausted to search out dinner and my brain needed the downtime. Luckily, I'm one of the few players without a roomie. Being the only female has its perks.A bus will transport us to the practice field at seven-fifteen sharp. It's already hot outside when I head to the hotel lobby for a quick breakfast before leaving. I jump on the bus with a bottle of water and apple that's half eaten. Most of the players are on board and I'm relieved when I don't see Aiden. I assume he is on the other bus. I take one of two free seats up front and Lane joins me a few minutes later. He looks rested too. Nervous energy is in the air during the short bus ride.Lane doesn't say more than a quick hello. I watch the scenery closely on the way to the practice field. Rolling white sand dunes surround the stadium that we'll be calling home for the next three weeks.The stadium isn't as large as our home turf, but it has the necessities and tha
THE LOOK ON her face pushes my cock harder against the zipper of my shorts. Her eyes are closed and her beautiful lips partially open in ecstasy. I've accomplished everything I set out to do this evening."You're not into him, are you?" I ask as I run my fingers along her calf."Into whom?" she moans.Whom, I love it. "Lane," I clarify."Is that what this is about?" She peels open her eyes and gives me a glare. I dig into a small ball of muscle and her eyes close again.I change the subject. "If Kelson becomes a problem, at least talk to Morely. If I hear through the grapevine that you're putting up with shit and not reporting it, I'll handle it myself.""You will, will you?" She doesn't bother opening her eyes this time.My fingers dig in and travel farther up her leg. She smells heavenly. Once I've reached the stopping point, I skim my fingers across the crotch of her shorts. Her eyes pop open and I lean up and kiss her. Her moan into my mouth is better than the others combine
I NEVER IMAGINED in a million years that this many girls would show up at the airport, and it fills my heart to near capacity. Larry being here is another plus. He sent me a text about the fans with pink footballs waiting for me. I didn't receive it until we landed, so I had no time to mentally prepare.Eventually, the crowd dwindles and I'm able to autograph the last few balls. I give Larry a quick squeeze before joining the team on the waiting bus."Fan club finally thin out?" one of the players asks when I board.For the most part, the players ignore me, so I'm surprised there's no animosity in the words. I offer a faint grin and move to the empty seat beside Lane. He puts his arm up. "No big heads allowed in this section. You might want to move to the back."I bat his hand away and sit down. "This big head needed relief from first-game jitters. Now I feel better and oh so popular.""Pink footballs are something I never thought I'd see."A voice from behind us adds, "Yeah. Wha
THE NEXT TWO weeks are filled with double day practices and the next two preseason games. Pink football-mania is in full swing and so is the number nine jersey, which is flying off the shelves. So far, Jordan is six for six with extra points and field goals.Several nights a week, I join Lane in Jordan's room for dinner. The media is so obnoxious it's impossible for her to go out in public and eat an uninterrupted meal. Things aren't dying down as Jordan had hoped and they're only getting hotter as the first regular season game approaches. The nights I don't eat with Jordan and Lane, I join my teammates to hold suspicions down about me and Jordan. Besides an intense look or two from Mason and Lane, the rest of the team is oblivious. Lane enjoys pushing my buttons and making jokes at my expense, but he keeps his personal opinion about an inter-team romance to himself.The dinners with the two of them have opened my eyes to another side of Jordan. She's smart, funny, and loyal to the P
I mold our lips together and mess up the color. She moans into my mouth as I deepen the kiss. I snake my hand under her top and run the tips over the lace of her bra. Her moan is heavier this time. A second later my hand is beneath the material and I cup her breast and pluck her nipple between two fingers. The soft tip goes hard as I tease it back and forth. Until this moment, I had no idea how much I've needed to feel her body against mine. The only problem is-I need more.I sit up straight and tear my lips from hers. "What?" she asks on a sigh. I turn her and partially lift so she can straddle my hips facing me.I rub the lipstick smudge from the corner of her mouth. She lifts her fingers and does the same to my lips. I smile because I must look like a complete idiot with her lipstick smeared on my mouth. I don't give a fuck. As fast as she can put the stuff on, I can kiss it off."What?" she asks again breathlessly."You." I cup her chin. "Your lips do mad things to me.""It's
I OPEN MY eyes and I'm immediately aware of Aiden's absence. His presence fills a room and the loss of it leaves an empty spot in my chest. So much for morning sex. I hit my fist against a pillow. "Why the hell did I let this happen again?" I mutter. My mad crush is quickly turning into obsession. Poor Aiden couldn't get away fast enough.After a quick shower, I walk down to the bus and try not to think about my aching lady bits. My self-fulfilled shower orgasm only made me crave Aiden more, and I'm not in the best mood. There are also faces missing from the bus. This adds to the empty feeling in my gut. The players who won't be returning have a later bus that's taking them back to Albuquerque.I catch a glimpse of Aiden heading to the bus parked behind this one and I'm thankful I don't need to face him. Lane's head sticks through the door and he spots me. I scoot over and make room. Each day I'm more and more thankful to call Lane my friend. Without him I'm not sure if I could handl