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“Harsh but true.” Luke sighed. He then nearly swallowed his tongue as Quinn shrugged out of her sweatshirt and was only wearing a tank top beneath.
He knew those breasts personally. How the nipples tasted in his mouth, and the soft curves in his palms. She pulled the T-shirt on, but his relief was only brief. She stripped off her track pants, and the spit literally dried in his throat as he was presented with the sweet curves of her ass as she bent to push her clothes into her bag.
Her shorts were tight and short and her legs long. Nice toned legs that he’d had around his waist as he’d thrust inside her.
Fuck, he was suddenly hard.
“Good luck, ladies,” he said and jogged to where Ted was arguing with Newman and Fin.
“Catch.” Fin lobbed the ball at him as he arrived. “All I’m saying is those are still not cool,” he continued. “They’re only a slightly better version of those other fashion disasters you had. It’s not like you need foot correction procedures, Teddy Bear. But come on, bud. You’re a fucking powerful man. Maybe your footwear should start reflecting that.”
Newman and Luke looked down at Ted’s shoes as Fin finished speaking. A soft caramel color, they had a wide flap that came over the front.
“I thought you’d moved on from Velcro?” Luke said.
Ted bent and opened the flap to reveal laces.
“So why the flap then?” Newman asked. He was tall, with a rangy build and a head of messy blond hair.
“It’s to keep the rain out,” Ted said between his teeth. “Why is it my footwear is such a topic of conversation to you people?”
“Because no one under the age of ninety with high arches should be wearing those, and even then…” Luke let the words fall away. “You let me know when you go shopping again, I’ll come as your fashion coordinator. And just FYI, caramel is for eating, not your sports footwear.”
“Who has a woman, Trainer?” Ted looked smug now.
“Got me there, and let’s face it, the only reason Mandy is not giving you a hard time about your footwear is because she’s too nice.”
Ted looked down at his feet. “I thought they were quite stylish when I got them.”
“Thought wrong, bud,” Newman said.
“How’s Nixon doing?” Fin asked.
“Okay. It’s a process, but we’ll get there.”
“Need anything, you let me know,” Ted said.
“Appreciate it.”
A whistle blew, and they all turned to see Mayor Gripper take the podium with Miss Marla’s red megaphone. He wore a lemon T-shirt with the words “Fair Play Counts” on the front. Around his shoulders was a black cloak, and on his head a witch’s hat.
“Who is he kidding with that shirt?” Nash said from behind Luke.
“You know our mayor; he’s forever hopeful,” Luke said.
The mayor had on pin-striped suit pants and rocked the look.
“You could take style tips from him.” Newman nudged Ted.
“You know the rules!” The mayor bellowed loud enough to have them wincing. “Try not to harm each other, and remember children are watching. I’m looking at you lot there.” He pointed to where the SRR and Ryker boys stood.
They held up their hands as if to say, no problem here. It was a lie, of course. They always played hard and dirty, and even more so against teams that played the same way.
“Miss Marla will referee the first game!” Mayor Gripper added.
“Well, hell,” Fin muttered.
Miss Marla constantly fouled him.
