Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
I discovered that he hadn’t been exaggerating when his friends arrived, and Rhodes barely left my side. He stuck close while we greeted Brady, Talia, and Gage—none of whom seemed surprised to find me here.
Watching a game with three professional players was an interesting experience. Their knowledge of the sport blew me away, and I’d been around football forever. But hanging out with Talia was even better. We hit it off right away. She was only a couple of years younger than me, had only been with Brady for a few months, and was one of the kindest people I’d ever met. And she was just as in love with Brady as Rhodes had said. Which was good since she was already carrying his baby.
Something that could be true for me as well since Rhodes hadn’t used a condom last night. I probably should’ve been terrified by the possibility, but watching how Talia cupped her barely noticeable belly had only filled me with envy. And seeing Brady place his hand over hers before he walked with her to the door was one of the sweetest things ever.
“It was wonderful to meet you.” Talia beamed a smile at me. “I hope we get the chance to hang out again soon.”
“See, I told you she’d be excited about the chance to double date,” Rhodes teased as he flung his arm around my shoulders.
“Definitely,” Talia confirmed with a nod, her gaze darting toward Gage. “Now we just need to find this guy a girlfriend, and we could make it a triple date.”
“Yeah…nope,” Gage muttered, giving us a quick wave goodbye before stomping toward the elevator.
“Quit tormenting my teammates, baby,” Brady chided as they followed Gage.
Rhodes didn’t wait for the elevator doors to slide closed before he slammed the door shut and pressed my back against the hard surface. “Fuck, I swear that was the longest game ever. All I could think about during the fourth quarter was getting you naked and beneath me again, even if it’s only to eat your pussy because you’re too sore for anything else.”
“Good news.” I twined my arms around his neck. “I’m not feeling any pain, so there’s no need to hold back.”
9
RHODES
We were so close to a ring I could practically feel it. When we won this division round today, we’d be headed for the conference championship game in a week. It was halftime, and we were slaughtering the opposing team, so the mood in the locker room was energetic and excited.
“What crawled up your ass and died?” Brady asked as he dropped down onto the bench beside me.
“Pardon?”
“I think half the reason we’re winning is because your expression has scared the shit out of the team. Not that I’m complaining.”
I wanted to deny it, but Brady would know it was bullshit. “Finley,” I grunted.
He raised an eyebrow. “You two have a fight?”
“No.”
He didn’t say anything else, just stared at me in that way that told me he wouldn’t budge until I’d spilled my guts. It was very disconcerting when he did that. Which was why I always ended up telling him what was going on. Asshole.
Sighing, I scratched my chin, the prickly whispers reminding me of the whisker burn I’d left on Finley’s thighs. Which just made the whole situation even more maddening.
“She’s in the owner’s box.”
Brady frowned. “She’s in the owner’s box,” he echoed.
I nodded.
“She’s sitting in her uncle’s box,” he repeated.
I scowled and nodded again.
“Okay, you’re gonna have to help me out here. Isn’t it pretty normal for Lennox’s family to sit in his box?”
“Not when that family is my girlfriend,” I snapped.
Understanding dawned on his face. “You’re pissed because she’s not sitting in the stands with our families.”
I grunted in reply before taking a swig from my water bottle.
“If you two are intent on keeping your relationship a secret, then that’s the way it has to be, man,” Brady muttered.
“I’m not,” I argued hotly. “I wanted to go public right away.”
“Finley convinced you not to so that it wouldn’t mess with the team dynamic during the playoffs,” he guessed.
“Yeah. I fucking hate that the world doesn’t know she’s mine.”
“I get it,” Brady said with a slap on my back. “But now isn’t the time for your head to be up your ass. Maybe she’s right. You need to have your focus on the game. We all do.”
I nodded and swallowed another mouthful of water just as we were called to go back out onto the field. After putting on my helmet, I shook out my body and tried not to glance up in the direction of the Madison box.
The game filled my mind, and I focused on playing to win. As we entered the fourth quarter, we were up by fifteen points. I moved into position for the play that Prentice called and looked around me, playing out different scenarios so I’d be prepared for anything.