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Fifty Yard Line 9
Poppy
Bradywasdefinitelytaking things slow. Of course, it was still football season, so he was busy. He cared about his grades, his performance, all of that. I missed two games because I just…couldn’t go. I tried. I got to the parking lot and then…came right back to my dorm.
This was a Friday he was not playing, so I was surprised when we ended up parking outside another school’s stadium. “Um.”
“We play whichever team wins. I need to see this game.” He looked over at me and said, “And if you are ever going to be a sports journalist again, you need to be able to walk into a stadium.”
“I—” I had no plans to continue to be any kind of journalist anymore.
“Sweetheart, you have to be braver than your fears.” He was sincere, but that’s not why I smiled and got out of that car to go into the game with him. He called me sweetheart. He had never called me anything other than Poppy.
If tonight was the night I was facing down some fears, then it made sense that my personal hero wouldn’t mind holding my hand. We were bundled up because it was cold out. There were advisories that it may even snow tonight. My gloved hand reached for his and he smiled down at me as he wrapped his fingers and said, “I’m right here.”
We had been hanging out, not hooking up, so this was a major step. Of course, he may not be on the field, but he was recognized by a few people and some of those were somewhat confused women. Perky, pretty women who needed another warming layer if their boobs were any indication. I was feeling way too snarky for my own good and each step toward the gates, the stadium, the field, made that worse. “She could poke someone’s eyes out with those things.”
“Huh?” He looked down at me and I looked up at him and his adorable expression.
I said, “Nipples.”
His lips moved to that smile that was mine and mine alone. I knew that by now. He cracked up laughing a moment later and said, “Ice nipples.”
He looked away and I jolted a bit. It was just in my head though. Surely, he was not reading those books. He would have told me, right? No. Why in the world would a man who read mystery and suspense start reading alien romance? Erotic variety alien…okay, maybe erotic was the reason, but…my head was so wrapped up in processing those two words, ice nipples, that I hadn’t realized he scanned the tickets on his phone, and we were heading into the stadium and to our seats.
I gripped his hand harder, and he led me until we stopped. He looked down and said, “You made it.”
I gulped. Nodded. Asked, “What team do we want to win?”
“Our team.” He chuckled. “But tonight…I don’t really care who wins. I just want to see how they play the game.”
“Doesn’t everyone play it the same way?” I asked. His brow shot up. “I don’t really know much about it.”
“Well then, let me explain it to you.”
And he did. I learned a lot during that game. I understood his position, the stress of carrying the team on offense. I winced when people got sacked. I cheered when the side we were on cheered because, let’s face it, college fans could be a bit extra. We snacked on popcorn. I had soda, but he had water. It was a fun game. Then, at the beginning of the fourth quarter, it started to snow.
Brady looked at me and said, “Let’s go.”
“You’ll miss the fourth quarter.” I didn’t understand.
“I know, but this is coming down quick and heavy. I need to get you home. It’s the right thing to do.” He was talking as we were walking because I was not going to stand there as he left.
Once in his car, I said, “Can we go to your place?”
“Of course.” He nodded. “Pick up Chinese or—”
“You have groceries, right?” I gulped. His brow shot up and he nodded. “So, we can cook.”
“We?” he asked.
I nodded. “If you’re hungry.”
He nodded and said, “Starving.”
“Starving?” I snickered.
Then, he turned his head, looked at me and said, “Starving for…ice.”
Oh shit. He had been reading. I cleared my throat and said, “I mean, that’s just…frozen water.”
He chuckled but it was a bit sinister and that did stupid, crazy things to my internal engine because I was suddenly too hot in that car. I was almost breathless as I asked, “Is Pricilla—”
“Visiting her parents this weekend? Yup.” He looked over as we came to a stop and said, “I’m abducting you.”
My eyelashes fluttered and I admitted, “You don’t have to steal me. I’ll come willingly.”
I hadn’t even kissed him yet and I was practically setting up a slip and slide between my thighs at the moment. He turned his head and as he put his foot on the accelerator said, “I just can’t wait to see you cum.”
