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Ace nods, although I’m not sure he fully understands it. He brings his hand up to grip the back of his neck. I can see that he wants to say something but is struggling.
“Maybe I could go with you one time while I’m here,” he asks shyly.What?Well, I definitely wasn’t expecting that. Sensing my slight hesitation, he continues.“I mean, unless that’s weird and you’d rather go alone.”
Not any weirder than going all Haley Joel Osment inThe Sixth Senseand having conversations with dead people, although it hasn’t happened again since that day.
I shake my head. “No, it’s not that at all. You just took me by surprise. Honestly, I thought you’d make fun of me.”
“Nah, man. We all got our own battles we’re dealing with.” Ace clears his throat. “Enough with this emotional shit this early in the morning. What time are we needed at the field today?”
“Clinic starts at three.We’ll probably leave about two thirty-ish.”
“Sweet. Why don’t you be a good host for once and show me to the guest suite.”
I bark out a laugh as I stand. “Guest suite—this ain’t no fancy hotel that you’re used to staying at during away games.”
“Tomato, tomahto. Lead the way. Your mom mentioned something about making blueberry and chocolate chip pancakes, so I think a nap will just have to wait. I assume there’s no Starbucks or anything around here, right?”
I arch a brow and push my lips together, and he nods. “Right, didn’t think so. Gas station sludge it is.”
“Hey, we’re a small town, not a deserted town. We can stop at the coffee shop on Main Street before going to the high school. So we’ll leave a little earlier, even.”
Ace and I walk toward the stairs, and it’s then I notice the number of bags he brought. “Seriously, dude? How long you planning on staying?”
Grabbing his bags with both hands, Ace smirks. “I didn’t know what I needed, and judging that it’s late Novemberand I’m fucking sweating and not freezing my balls off, it’s a good thing I packed a variety of clothes.” He pauses as we listen to Mama singing softly in the kitchen. “And for the record, your mom”—he nods toward where she is—“told me I was welcome to stay as long as I like.”
His smug expression makes me laugh. She says that now until she gets to know him.
I lead Ace up the stairs and pause just before the squeaky step. “Skip that step. It’s loud as fuck.”
He chuckles, but instead of skipping the step like I did, he steps on it. A loud creak echoes in the stairwell. “Oops.”
“This place is so homey,” Ace adds when we make it to the top of the stairs and head down the hallway.
“Says the boy from New York.” I’m pretty sure his backyard was literally a balcony.
“What? It’s quaint. It’s picturesque. Ooh.” I look over my shoulder at him, and his face is lit up like a Christmas tree. “It’s like a goddamn Hallmark movie.”
“You have no idea. Just you wait.” I stop in front of the closed guest room door. “Alright, this is you. I’m just right there.” I point to the door across from us. “Bathroom’s right there. You and I share it, so don’t make it all nasty and shit. Towels are in the linen closet.”
“Cool, thanks, man. Catch ya in a bit.” He disappears into the guest room, and I smother a laugh with my fist as I hear his gasps at the decor—Southern country at its finest.
I’m just entering my room when my phone buzzes in my pocket. When I retrieve it, I find a text from Riley—a dirty fucking text.
Riley:I seriously hate you. Ever since you put that image in my head of you bending me over my desk fucking me, I’ve been wet. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to focus when all you can feel is arousal gathering between your legs?! *middle finger emoji*
Well, fuck me! Any idea how difficult it is for her? What about me knowing that she’s wet and aching for my touch? Just that thought alone has my cock hardening. I grip my erection over my jeans and contemplate taking care of business myself to take the edge off.
“What the fuck, man?” I startle at Ace’s voice. I look up to find Ace leaning against the doorframe. “I walk away for two seconds, and you’re already whipping your dick out? I didn’t realize I had that effect on you.”
“Get the fuck out of my room.” I reach behind me, grabbing a pillow, and chuck it toward him. Ace’s superfast reflexes work out in his favor because he’s already shut the door by the time the pillow comes in contact.
His laughter booms through the wood as he heads back to the guest room, and I groan, flopping back on the bed.
Chapter 30
Cooper
“So,thisiswhereyou grew up, huh?” Ace asks as he twists at the waist, stretching down to touch his toes as we wait for the team to come out of the locker room and meet us on the field. They have no clue what, or more sowho, is waiting for them today. I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I’m like a parent on Christmas morning, excited to watch my kids open their presents.
