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“You’ve got a game to get to.”
The second my hold on her lessens, she slips away from me.
Grabbing my tracksuit trousers, I pull my phone free as she pads toward her bathroom.
A wicked smile pulls at my lips when I find Oak’s name staring back at me.
“Hey, man. How’s it going?” I ask innocently, switching the call to loudspeaker just to be a prick.
“Where the fuck are you?” Oak growls, making Olivia pause in the doorway, her bare arse and the sexy curve of her spine making my dick harden for round two.
“I’m coming, keep your fucking hair on.”
“Elliot’s losing his mind. If you don’t get your arse here in the next…” I throw my phone onto Liv’s bed and storm toward her, spinning her around and pushing her back against the cold tiled wall of the bathroom.
“What the hell are you doing?” she whispers so quietly I barely hear her.
“Stealing a good luck kiss. Something tells me that your brother needs all the wins he can get tonight.”
My heart thunders in my chest as I think about his reaction to this. But fuck him.
I need this.
I really fucking need this.
Slamming my lips down on hers, I take the kiss I’m so desperate for, one that I hope will tide me through until after our win and I get to celebrate with round two in a few hours.
“WHITFIELD,” Oak booms down the line.
“Five minutes, I’m on my way right now.”
Releasing a pliant and more-than-ready Liv panting against the wall, I cut the call, drag my clothes on and march toward the door.
Spinning back around, I find her in the doorway once again, still naked and still looking as panicked as she is turned on.
“I’ll see you later, yeah? You don’t need to wait up, I can wake you.”
Lifting my fingers to my lips, I make a show of sucking her taste off them before I turn to leave.
* * *
The second I walk into the locker room and Oak’s eyes turn on me, I know I’m in for a fucker of a night.
Suspicion oozes from his every pore as he watches me run over to my spot and begin stripping down to get ready.
“How nice of you to join us, Whitfield,” Coach Walker barks, his eyes boring holes into my back.
“What the fuck are you playing at?” Elliot hisses in my ear, his anger palpable.
“Just a little pregame ritual. You know all about those, huh?”
“Not ones that make me almost miss kick-off, you fucking dick.”
The atmosphere in the room grows heavy, and I’m sure it’s not helped when I refuse to look at Oak.
He can see my betrayal written all over my face, I’m sure. And if he gets too fucking close, he’ll smell her too, I have no doubt.
“Let’s fucking go, ladies. You might have left the Bulldogs whimpering like puppies last year, but don’t think that they’re not going to come back fighting.”
