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Isabella chokes on her drink. “He makesthatmuch money to kick a football? I was totally kidding about him being a millionaire. I had no idea he was that rich.”
“Absurd, isn’t it? I nearly had a heart attack when I looked up his net worth online. Did you know he wasn’t even drafted? He took a call from the Titans after the final round, signed a shitty rookie contract, then worked his way up to the starting spot. Now he’s the best kicker in NFL history.”
“Is his daughter’s mom in the picture? Is he single because he has some secret fetish that wards off women? Why else is he alone?”
“No,” I laugh. “I don’t know the whole story about June’s mom, but she’s not around, and she’s never been mentioned. He’s done everything by himself up to this point.”
“Admirable. We were around a lot of football players when we were college athletes, and Dallas seems like one of the good ones.”
“Good doesn’t even come close. I was late to his apartment once because of cramps, and this fucker bought me a heating pad and stocked the medicine cabinet with ibuprofen so I wouldn’t be in pain. He’s attentive, and no guy has ever had such a hold over me.”
“Sweetie, that’s not a guy. That’s a goddamnman. You know that translates to the bedroom too.”
A rush of heat inundates me. I imagine us tangled in sheets with sweat-soaked skin and panting breaths. My calf around his hip and his hand between my legs. Slow, lazy circles that tip me over the edge with his name on my lips when I come. A muffled laugh into my neck as he asks for another and whispered praise when I give him what he wants.
It would be undeniably sexy, the chemistry between us reaching scalding levels. But something tells me it would be tender, too. A light-hearted joke when I trace the lines of his muscles. A bashful smile as he hold himself over me, apologizing if he’s a little out of practice.
It would beus.
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Isabella asks, and I hide my face in my hands.
“Yes,” I groan. “I can’t help it.”
“At least you have something to imagine when you get off tonight. I have to rely on shitty dating apps and boys who wouldn’t be able to find my g-spot even with a spotlight on it. Enjoy your daddy, Mae. The rest of us are suffering.”
I burst out laughing. “I’m sure you could ask his best friend for a hand if you’re desperate. Everyone knows Maverick Miller has the reputation of being the city’s biggest playboy.”
“I’m not hot enough for Maverick Miller. I’d probably take my shirt off and he’d say, ‘that’s it?’”
“Oh, he would not. He’s such a nice guy, Isa. The other day I walked in on him and Dallas getting their nails painted by June. I saw photos from his game later that night, and he kept the polish on.”
“What about the nerdy one? He’s cute,” she says.
“Reid? Very cute, and very obsessed with the person who runs the Thunderhawks social media accounts. He has avendetta against her. For the guy who volunteered with me at the animal shelter last month and cried as he held a litter of puppies, I’m surprised he’s so hellbent on taking her down.”
“So many men in your life, so little time. What’s it like to be God’s favorite?”
“I am hardly his favorite,” I laugh.
“Okay, maybe not, but I’m glad to see you so happy again, Mae.”
“Me too. I’m learning that sometimes it’s okay to go through hell. It makes the other side so much better.”
“Like rainbows after rain,” she says, and I nod.
“Yeah,” I agree. “One more drink, then I’m going to head out. Dallas has an early flight tomorrow, and he’s a light sleeper. He’ll hear me get back to the apartment, and I don’t want to disturb him too much.”
“You’re so considerate to lover boy.” Isabella grins and reaches for my hand across the table, but all I can think about is that tattoo on Dallas’s leg and how I’d give anything to see the rest of his body.
TWENTY-EIGHT
MAVEN
I turnon my side and stare at the wall, frustrated.
I can’t sleep.
The glasses of wine and good conversation are still flowing through me, and I can’t get my mind to shut off. My thoughts keep drifting back to Dallas like they do every night. Flashes of imagination and fantasy as I wonder what it would be like to stumble into bed with him. Howgoodit would be and how much I crave him.
