“Your game, he means. Not your dick. Although, I have a feeling that’s what’s been up more than anything lately,” Leo shot.
I shook my head, but my phone buzzed in my hand before I could come up with a comeback.
And just like that, everything else faded.
Trouble:North suite stairwell. 2 mins.
My pulse kicked.
Leo’s grin sharpened. “Who’s the text from, Lock?”
“Mind your business.” I had already tucked my phone away, was already looking at the signs overhead to figure out where the fuck she was.
Kyle burst out laughing before he nudged Leo. “Hey, did I tell you we have a special guest with us on this road trip?” He paused when Leo arched a brow, then shot me a grin. “Yeah, apparently Emily Huxley is here for some media. So convenient, huh?”
“Hmmm. Couldn’t possibly behertexting, could it?” Leo asked, tapping his chin in mock thoughtfulness.
“Shut the fuck up,” I hissed at both of them, looking around to make sure no one had heard. “I gotta go.”
They were still laughing as I shoved past them. “I bet you do,” Leo said, waving his fingers. “Bye, Romeo! Love you!”
“Hey, if you miss the bus, I’m not explaining your ass to Coach,” Kyle shot. “Unless you need me to cover for you? For something? You need only say it.”
Without looking back, I lifted a hand and flipped him off.
“Love you, too!” he yelled at my back.
My heart was racing, all the razzing from the guys parked right where I’d left them standing. All I could think about now was getting to Emily.
Even as I walked quickly through the guts of the stadium to find her, my body was humming with a warning.
Don’t be stupid.
Don’t do anything that could jeopardize your contract.
But where that voice had been a loud scream at the start of the season, it was a low whisper now, so quiet I could ignore it.
And I did.
I found the stairwell she’d texted me about, and I pushed through the door after a quick glance in each direction to make sure no one was paying attention.
The door thudded shut behind me, and I found Emily halfway down the landing between floors, one shoulder against the concrete wall.
Jesus, she was stunning.
She had one leg bent, boot propped against the step behind her, that black wrist brace strapped on like it belonged with the rest of her outfit instead of in a doctor’s office. Her hair was loose around her shoulders, makeup still game-day perfect, mouth painted in that shade that always made me want to make bad decisions.
She smiled when she saw me, slow and satisfied.
Like she knew exactly what she’d done to me with one text.
I flew down the steps to her, and as soon as I was close enough, her hand shot out and grabbed me by the hoodie, hauling me right into that sweet, full mouth I’d become obsessed with.
I groaned at the contact, catching Emily in my arms and meeting her urgency as I backed her into the wall. She scrambled up into my arms, hooking her legs around me and already reaching between us to rub against my cock.
“Fuck,” I cursed against her lips, shaking my head even as I was dropping her to the ground so I could help her get my dick free. “This is dangerous, Em.”
“It’s on the list,” she panted, tugging at the hem of my sweats. They came down easily, my hands working with hers to shove them to the middle of my thighs along with my briefs. She spit on her palm and took my cock in her hand as soon as it was free, making me see stars when I thrust into her slick grip.
