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“I don’t skip leg day. To be clear, I’m happy to spend the rest of the night naked with you, but it’s going to make studying really hard.” He nodded down at his dick, and I laughed.
Parker’s shirt was tempting, but it wouldn’t cover much of me. Since I wasn’t yet comfortable walking around his apartment mostly naked, I took my chances with my wobbly legs and dressed in my own clothes from my bag. He shrugged and pulled the shirt on himself.
A thud and laughter came from somewhere else in the apartment, and my gaze shot to Parker’s. Mac and Noah were home. My presence wouldn’t be a surprise to them, but nerves suddenly made my stomach churn. We’d officially crossed the line, and I wasn’t sure I was ready to test our friends’ reactions.
Parker, doing his mind-reader deal, wrapped his arms around me. “Don’t worry. They’ll treat you exactly the same as before. Mac has been on board with this since the beginning, but if we don’t get out there soon, he really will eat all the pizza.”
He reached out to unlock and open the door while keeping one arm around me. The spicy smell of pepperoni and cheese wafted in, and my stomach gurgled.
“I could eat.”
Parker laughed at my dry comment. “Food first. Then studying. Then rounds two and three.”
“Twoandthree?”
“I have high expectations for your stamina.” He grinned at me, and my heart did a curious flip in my chest.
For a second, I considered pretending Parker hadn’t just fucked me senseless, but Mac and Noah weren’t stupid. They’d know. I’d already broken all my personal rules about teammates, might as well lean into the part I got to enjoy.
“There better be pepperoni left for me,” I yelled down the hallway, then linked my fingers with Parker’s and led him out of the room.
17
“Mac, get your head out of your ass,” I snapped at him across the circle of players.
Sweat dripped into my eyes despite the chill in the air. He’d dropped two passes, but he was my only option. Riley couldn’t get free from her double coverage.
“Sorry, Shaw.” His lips pressed into a thin line, and the lack of a smart-ass nickname let me know he was taking the game seriously.
I got it. Sometimes, we had off nights, but I needed him to get back on. Or I needed Riley to be faster. She wiped her mouth and nodded at our running back.
“Give it to Holbrook. He can get us the first down. Mac can use the reset.” She held my eyes for a long moment, and a terrible, sneaky idea formed in the back of my mind.
CouldI make Riley run just a little faster?
She left her whole self on the field, but in the last weeks, we’d been forced to build a barrier between our public and private relationships. Strictly business when football was involved. I’d promised not to let my feelings for her affect the team, but this was a gray area.
Riley lived in my thoughts constantly—it took concentrated effort to treat her like one of the guys. What if I shifted that focus to the game by breaking down the wall?
Either she’d react the way I thought and put that effort into her play, or I’d have a very pissed off girlfriend after we lost. Maybe both.
I sent a look to Coach, who signaled a run play that I planned to ignore. At this point, he trusted me to make my own decisions, though I doubted he’d approve of my methods in this case. The seconds ticked down on our timeout, and everyone looked to me to make a call.
My gaze landed on Mac, and I gave the order for a pass option. He’d understand, and if my plan backfired, I could still pray Mac would hold on to the ball.
He nodded, and the huddle broke apart. I waited a beat, my heart in my throat, to call Riley’s name.
* * *
“Riley.”Parker barked my name as the rest of the offense spread out.
I slowed next to him, acutely aware we had maybe ten seconds to get moving. “Yeah?”
He leaned closer, practically whispering in my ear. “When we win tonight, your ass belongs to me.”
The shock of his comment made me miss a step. We didn’t even stand next to each other in the huddle to prevent a slip, and here he was with the mother of all distractions. I loved his dirty talk—when we weren’t about to lose a fucking game because I couldn’t get free.
My body didn’t care where we were. I was instantly wet and ready for him. For a split second, I entertained the fantasy of coming up with a reasonable excuse for leaving at the end of a game. I could drag him into the empty women’s locker room with me. Hell, the tunnel would probably be good enough.
