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I shoved my phone into my cubby as Ramsey and Coach gathered everyone around for a quick team meeting before it was game time.
* * *
There wasn’tanything in the world sexier than Patrick Whitt’s ass in a pair of football pants, but from the first kickoff of the game, he wasn’t my man anymore—he was my competition, and I took that extremely seriously.
They had Whitt on man-to-man coverage with Garrett all fucking night, and while G was our fastest player, Patrick fucking Whitt was the quickest cornerback not only on the Royals but in the league.
And he had the speed that G did. That was just a fact, though Garrett could keep him on his toes better than anyone else.
Whitt had been smothering Garrett all night. Nearly every pass Ramsey tried to aim G’s way was dead in the water before it left Ramsey’s hand, or Whitt tackled Garrett’s ass before he could gain much yardage.
Our saving grace of the night was Atwood played like a man on a fucking mission, throwing every ounce of himself into beating the team his boyfriend helped coach.
“Jesus Christ, I fucking hate him,” G complained in the huddle.
“We’re going to switch things up and try the short game for a few yards to see what Ward can do,” Ramsey said, calling out a specific play. It was the third quarter, and the game was tied. We’d been volleying the lead back and forth all night.
We broke the huddle and made our way back to the line of scrimmage. My gaze caught Whitt’s as we got into position, him giving me a small nod that I recognized aswhatever the fuck you’re planning, it ain’t happening.
We’d see about that.
“White eighty! White eighty! White eighty! Set. Hut!” Ramsey called out the cadence, and I snapped the ball to him. Garrett and Atwood immediately ran forward like they were expecting the ball to go their way. Instead of following him as we’d hoped, Whitt read the offensive play and went straight into cover one defense, his safeties going for our wide receivers while he tried to barrel his way toward Ward.
Like fucking hell that was happening. Not on my watch.
I was quick, the fastest feet of any center in the league, and coupled with my brute strength, I held my ground, the leader of my offensive line, and not letting Whitt through.
When he rammed into me, I tackled him to the turf as Ward, with the ball tucked close to his body, bulldozed his way through the crowd of defenders and got us four yards.
I spit my mouthguard out. “Having fun down there?” I pumped my brows at him.
“Fuck off, Tucker.” He shoved to his feet and jogged away.
Goddamn, this was fun.
* * *
It was probablyone of the most brutal games of my career, but we’d squeaked out the win. My body ached beyond belief, and I knew that I was probably hurting less than a lot of the guys when you compared some of the hits they took.
“Winning against the Royals makes me horny. Hurry the fuck up, Rams.” Garrett was bouncing on the balls of his feet in the locker room after the game. We’d already had press conferences, satisfied the media’s ferocious hunger for more, and like always, G was a ball of energy. Sometimes, I didn’t know how Ramsey kept up with him.
“What doesn’t make you horny?” Ramsey asked as he tugged on his underwear beneath his towel.
“No shit,” I added but knew Ramsey loved the fuck out of everything about G.
“Stinky cheese,” Garrett teased. “Atwood’s hairy feet—WTF, Atwood, my brother doesn’t make you shave those things? Come over sometime, and I’ll give you a pedicure.”
Everyone ignored him. Cullen’s feet weren’t hairy.
“All I know is I have the whole fucking night to spend with Houston, and I plan to enjoy the shit out of it.”
Another pang of jealousy hit me because, again, G and Rams were going home together, and since Houston was the Royals WR coach, he didn’t have a curfew like the rest of the guys. Where the four of them would get the whole night together, Patrick and I would only get a few hours.
I’d never been such a mopey motherfucker in my whole life.
“What’s up with you?” Garrett playfully swatted me with the towel that had just been around his boyfriend’s ass. “You haven’t been talking about all your hookups lately.”
“I noticed, too,” Rams added.
