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I wouldn’t be nice if I told her to get on her knees so I could fuck her mouth.
I wouldn’t be nice if I asked who her pussy belonged to when I have my head buried between her legs, knowing fully well it’s mine.
I wouldn’t be nice if I told her to keep her eyes on me when I made her come.
This woman is under my skin now, and I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to escape.
“On the field,” I say, picking the safe answer.
“You’re loyal.”
“I try to be. If someone hurts what’s mine—like my teammates—I’m going to make them hurt, too.”
“That’s a good quality to have. You’re nice but fierce when it counts.” She takes a sip of her drink. When she finishes swallowing, she drags her thumb over her bottom lip, and I’ve decided this is my new personal hell. “Can I ask you a question now?”
“Those are the rules of the game, aren’t they?”
“Have you ever considered letting June go to an away game?”
I blink, caught off guard. It’s not the direction I thought she was going to go, and I don’t know how to answer.
“June’s never seen me play in person,” I say.
A crease of wrinkles form across Maven’s forehead. Her mouth dips into a frown, and her eyes hold mine. “Never?”
“Nope. I thought she was too young the last couple of seasons. Now that she’s older, I’d love it if she could come to a game, but the logistics would be a nightmare.”
“How so?”
“If we were playing at home, I’d have to leave her with someone I trust, and the only people I do trust either live out of state, are already in the stadium on game day, or play for another professional sports team and have constant scheduling conflicts. An away game would be even worse. She’d have to travel, which she’s never done before. When we got there, I’d have no one to watch her. It sounds like a recipe for disaster.”
Maven stares at me, and her fingers tap her cheek. “What if I took her?”
“What?”
“What if I flew out and watched her for the weekend? I don’t know what the rules are for traveling with the team, but we could fly on our own and meet you somewhere. I only photograph home games—I’m the newest one on the roster, so I don’t get away game privileges yet. I’d already be watching June while you’re gone, so it wouldn’t be extra work.”
“You—you’d do that?”
“Of course I would. It sounds like fun. She’s going to have the coolest show and tell when she starts school.”
“I never—” I stop to take a breath, and it feels like I’m dangerously close to crying. “Having June see me play wasn’t something I ever considered to be a possibility.”
Her face softens. “I put the preseason game on, and she loved it. She kept saying ‘Daddy, Daddy’ every time she saw you. She’d lose her mind if she got to see you in person with all your gear on.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
I nod, and a swell of emotion rises inside me. “Let me talk to the team and see what protocol is. After this weekend, we have back-to-back away games. Maybe y’all could come to the second one.”
“You know I’m here for you, Dallas. If your daughter watching your game makes you happy, I want to make it happen.”
“Thanks, Mae.” I blow out a breath. “This game of yours is supposed to be fun, but I haven’t been this emotional since I held June for the first time. Tell me something that will make me laugh. What’s your worst hookup story?”
She grins. “You really want to know my worst hookup story?”
“Yes, because something tells me it’s going to be good.”
