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“Good.” I knock my knuckles against his helmet in greeting and set the football on the kicking tee. “Beautiful afternoon for a football game, isn’t it?”
There’s not a cloud in the sky. I see nothing but a deep expanse of blue, and my lips twitch up into a smile. The world is still and quiet, and there’s not even the slightest hint of a breeze in the air. At seventy degrees, the temperature is perfect, and I love days like this.
It takes me back to when I was a kid and playing with my dad in the park up the road from our house. Those afternoons in the early spring when we’d stay outside for hours until my mom yelled at us to get inside and we cooled off with sweet tea.
I wonder if June will ever play sports. If we’ll move somewhere with an outdoor space that’s not covered in concrete where we can run and play. The older she gets, the more I want to get out of the city. I want to find somewhere a little quieter, a little more open. A spot where she can be a kid with a long driveway to ride her bike and a fence for the dog she won’t stop talking about.
Maybe there’s a blonde there, too.
“Couldn’t have asked for better weather,” Justin agrees, and I’m pulled from the future I’ve started fantasizing for myself. “Way better than being here in December.”
I swing my leg back and forth then toss him the ball. “You’re from out west, aren’t you?”
“Born and raised. I can’t wait to get back out there when I retire. I’m going to buy a farm with mountains in thebackground and go off the grid. I’ll become a cowboy.” Justin grins and holds the ball in place. “Everyone loves a cowboy.”
“Sounds like the dream.” I wind up and kick the football. It ricochets off the goal posts, hitting the right then left, and comes up short. “God dammit.”
“Chin up, Lansfield. You always miss the first one,” someone calls out, and I turn around to find Maven and June walking toward me.
June is in a pink Titans jersey I’ve never seen before. My number—19—is smack dab in the center. Her jeans are rolled at her ankles to show off her favorite pair of pink Nikes, and her hair is pulled back in two pigtails that bounce behind her.
My eyes move from her to Maven, and my throat goes dry. My skin feels hot, and my heart races in my chest like I’ve been running for fucking miles.
She looks like a vision, and I take my time to admire her. I stare at her feet, at the high-top sneakers and the leather pants that hug her thighs and hips and leave nothing to the imagination.
Fuck.
I love her body.
And I love that she loves her body, too, and wants to show it off.
There are muscles and curves everywhere, a former athlete who embraces her shape rather than hides it. I’d die if she let me put my head between her legs. I’d go to heaven if she hooked a calf over my shoulder and let me touch all the parts of her she’s proud of.
I move to her jersey—myjersey—that’s tied above her waist. The light blue makes her skin look tan and soft, and I like how my number stretches across her tits and shows off even more of her figure.
Her blonde hair is in a high ponytail, pulled back so I can see that spot on her neck I want to run my tongue up. The smile she’s wearing nearly sends me into cardiac arrest, and I remember we have an audience.
“God damn,” Justin murmurs, and I glance at him. He’s watching Maven too, and irritation flashes through me. “She’s fucking hot.”
“No comment.”
“Fuck you, Dal. You’re staring at her like you’re in the desert and she’s a glass of water.”
“I am not.”
“Wanna bet? Hey, Maven,” Justin calls out, and she waves. “Can I see the back of your jersey?”
“Oh, this old thing?” She turns around and walks toward us backward. Her hips sway from side to side, and it should be illegal for me to stare at her for this long. “What do you think?”
I think my time of death is going to be just before 11 a.m. in the middle of a fucking football field.
There’s my last name stretched boldly across her shoulders like it’s hers, too.
There’s her round ass, covered by tight leather.
There’s the back of her neck, a few strands of hair sticking to her skin.
Christ. I need someone to revive me.
