The Problem with Players Read Online Brittainy C. Cherry

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 122219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
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“Uh, you can actually take me home—” Cameron started, but Nathan cut that off quickly.

“Nope. You slept over, which means you take part in Sunday festivities. We needed an extra player anyway. So you get to pick. Are you on Team K or Team P?” Nathan asked, gesturing between me and him. “Fair warning, I will be butthurt if you choose Coach K over me.”

Cameron snickered a little. “Sorry, Coach P. I gotta go with my original coach this go-round, seeing how she wasn’t cock-a-doodling in my ear at a crazy hour this morning.”

I beamed with pride over the fact that I was chosen over Nathan.

“Suck on that one, Nathan,” I said, smug as ever.

“Don’t get too cocky about it. You’ll both lose, which means you’ll be cooking a huge brunch for thirty people.”

“Thirty people?!” Cameron gasped. “You have that many people coming over for a baseball game?”

“Not just any game. It’s Sunday Funday on the farm! All my aunts, uncles, and cousins will be here for the game. You might want to go warm up for a while. Avery pulled a muscle during her first game because she didn’t know how seriously we took this sport.”

“Don’t let him get in your head, Cam. We got this one in the bag.”

“Uncle Nate! My dad is asking you if you have his lucky glove. He said he left it in your—” Priya came barging into the house and paused the moment she saw Cameron standing there. Her eyes widened as she froze in place. “You’re Cameron Fisher.”

He gave her the kind of smile that would’ve made any teenage girl go wild. “Yeah. Do I know you?”

“Oh, no. Gosh, no. Of course not. You’re Cameron Fisher, after all. I’m just me. I mean, Priya. I mean, I am me, I am Priya Pierce. I’m a sophomore. You’re a junior, so it’s not shocking that you don’t know me, but, well, I know you, and well.” Priya’s cheeks flushed with a red shade. “Well, I know I don’t know you, but I know of you. I mean, everyone knows who you are. You’re like…a big deal.”

Cameron raked his hand through his messy hair and gave her another of his golden boy smiles. One that was almost strong enough to get poor, shy Priya pregnant. He held a hand toward her. “It’s nice to meet you, Priya.”

Nathan’s eyes narrowed as he darted his stare back and forth between the two teenagers. The energy in the space was strong and vibrant, sending Uncle Nathan into a panic. As Priya reached out to shake Cameron’s hand, Nathan stepped between them, stopping the connection from taking place.

“All right, that’s enough. Priya, here’s my keys. Go get your dad’s glove from my car. Cameron, go take a damn shower with your greasy-ass hair,” Nathan ordered.

“I like your hair,” Priya chimed in.

Cameron smiled bigger.

That kid deserved to smile. It also tickled me that Nathan was nearing a strong panic attack from the idea of his niece flirting with Cameron.

Nathan shoved Priya and Cameron away from each other, leaving me standing there sipping my coffee with a goofy grin. Nathan walked over to me and grumbled as he poured himself a mug of coffee.

“Can you believe that? What was that all about? All the googly eyes and stuff?” He grimaced as he sipped the black coffee. “That was highly inappropriate.”

“How so?” I laughed. “They are around the same age. I thought it was cute.”

“Cute?” he barked, rolling his eyes. “It’s not cute how Cameron tried to put his hands all over my poor, sweet baby niece. The girl’s hardly out of diapers, and here he is trying to hold her hand.”

“I hate to break it to you, but those aren’t diapers in Priya’s bathroom. They’re tampons.”

He pointed a stern finger my way. “Watch your words, Avery Kingsley. My niece is still a little girl.”

“Not so little. I think it’s sweet that she and Cameron had a moment there. I recall having the same kind of moments with a handsome boy when I was around her age, too.”

He narrowed his brows. “Are you talking about me?” he grumbled.

I lightly shoved his shoulder. “I’m talking about you.”

A bashful grin fell against his mouth. “Oh, well, I guess that wasn’t too bad of a thing.”

“It could’ve been worse.”

He set his mug down and stepped in front of me, boxing me in as my back pressed against the kitchen counter. His hands went on both sides of me, and he leaned in slowly. “I really want to kiss you right now,” he whispered.

“I can tell you a million reasons you shouldn’t,” I whispered back. “Especially with Cam here.”

“That’s fine, but I just need one reason I should, and that reason needs to be that you want to kiss me, too. So…do you want to kiss me, too?”



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