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But it feels wrong, watching her unlock the door and head into the hallway, knowing that we’ll be acting like strangers downstairs after what just happened in here. I don’t really give a shit what my teammates think about us, and I can’t tell if she does or if she just thinks thatIdo.
I scrub a hand across my face before following Rylan downstairs.
Multiple people stop me in the living room. It takes at least ten minutes to make it into the kitchen.
I spot Rylan immediately. She’s standing by the fridge, holding a red cup and talking to Harlow. I watch as Jake fucking Brennan approaches them, saying something that makes Rylan smile as he grabs a beer out of the fridge.
My jaw clenches so tightly I’m concerned it might snap as I walk past them.
Telling myself not to care accomplishes nothing as I head toward where Hart is standing by the sink, sipping what I’m assuming is water. Conor doesn’t drink during the season. He looks bored, his gaze flicking in the same direction mine wants to go every few seconds.
Nothing like attending a party sober and celibate.
Then again, I’ve had sex tonight plus a beer I downed before coming over here, and I’m currently miserable.
“You good?” Conor asks, paying more attention than I’d like as I lean against the counter next to him and help myself to another beer.
I nod, then take a sip. Glance at Rylan. Brennan is still standing over there.
Hart’s still studying me.
I didn’t take the time to do much more than toss the condomand fix my pants before leaving the bathroom, and it’s probably obvious exactly what I was just doing upstairs. He has seen me look a lot worse, though.
“You’re sleeping with Rylan Keller, huh?”
I choke on another sip of beer. Cough. Clear my throat. “Yes.”
My candid answer surprises both of us. Conor clearly expected me to deny it, and I wasn’t planning on discussing Rylan with him—ever. I didn’t think there would be anything to discuss, and I was wrong.
He shakes his head. “Phillips…”
I glance at Rylan. Brennan is still over there. “Who told you?”
“I’ve had sex at a party before, man. You two disappeared when we got here, came back down around the same time. She cleaned up better than you, but you both look a little, uh, rumpled.”
“I won’t let it fuck up the championship.”
There’s a pause, then, “Do you like her, or it is just sex?” Conor’s taking this better than I would have expected, considering I just admitted to hooking up with our coach’s daughter.
I can tell myself Rylan is an adult all I want, but the truth is, I know Coach Keller would not be happy if he found out. Not only did he arrange for Rylan to tutor me so she could help me graduate, not get laid, but students aren’t the only ones who gossip on campus. I’m any father’s worst nightmare for his daughter. If Coach finds out, I don’t think he could—or would—actually kick me off the team. We only have one game left. But it would result in some extremely awkward dynamics, ones that could cost the trophy.
I sneak another peek at Rylan, watching as she taps the fingers that were just wrapped around my cock against her red plastic cup. “It’s not just sex.”
“So…why are you over here scowling?”
I scowl more. Sip some beer. “I don’t think it’s more to her.”
“Really?” Conor sounds surprised, which I guess I should take as a compliment. “What did she say?”
“What did she say about what?” I down more beer, because Brennan is still standing over there and it’s slowly driving me insane.
“What did she say when you told her you like her?” Hart enunciates each word, like I’m an idiot.
“Nothing.”
He whistles. “Ouch. Okay, never mind—”
“I mean, I haven’t told her.”
