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I took a quick peek at my girl front and center in the stands, her smile lighting up her beautiful face.
“Yo, Jag. Focus. What the hell are you staring at?” Quinn asked.
Anderson chuckled. “One of the girls in the stands, I’m sure.”
I nearly groaned with relief that Anderson didn’t mention which one. Ari and I wanted to go public when we thought it was safe.
“She been to the society?” Quinn asked.
“Yup,” Anderson said.
“Can we talk about pussy another time? We have a game to win,” I reminded both of them.
“That’s what after-parties and the society are for,” Quinn added.
The guys and I jogged off the field, and I glanced at Ari again. Her eyes were trained in my direction, watching me on the field. For some reason, it made me feel powerful.
From the sidelines, I groaned as our defense failed us hard. Coach whipped his clipboard on the ground, swearing up a storm as the Wolves scored a touchdown on their second down. This game would be a bitch, so I had to focus and force Ari out of my head.
The first half of the game was intense, as each team continued to play hard, keeping the score neck in neck. At this rate, the winner would only be a matter of who had last possession.
The halftime whistle blew, and we jogged off the field. My ass needed a break and some water, but my mind spun with multiple possible plays.
When we reached the locker room, Coach ripped us a new one.
“Who the fuck are you? I must have the wrong team today because you’re making stupid mistakes and handing the win to the Wolves.” He shook his head and placed his hands on his hips as he paced before us.
“Coach.” It probably wasn’t the best time, but it was my only chance. “Permission to speak?”
Coach knew I never opened my mouth during a game unless necessary.
“What is it Whitlock?”
“While on the sidelines, I noticed that their number eighty-three and sixty-four stick together like construction glue. If we separate them, we break up their power couple.” I continued to share my observations with the team.
Coach’s eyes narrowed, then he rubbed his chin. “I caught the same, Whitlock. Let’s try a few different plays and see if we can get some momentum.”
Coach reviewed some new plays with us before he set the packages of bottled waters on the floor for us. It was up to us to go get one.
* * *
The second half was hella better than the first, and we walked off the field with a fourteen-point win. Although I’d expected hell from Cowling, he didn’t mess with me. He trash-talked, but I ignored it by reminding myself that the love of my life was cheering for me.
I headed to the locker room with the rest of the team.
“Whitlock!” Coach called.
“Yeah?” I asked, approaching him.
“Damn good observations today. You played a great game.” He slapped me on the back. “Seems like the new bed is improving your form too.”
Before I could stop, my lips curled up into a big grin. “Yeah. Her bed is great.”
Coach caught what I said. “Stay out of trouble, Jagger. Don’t risk your chance at getting a contract over some pussy.”
“She’s more than that, but thanks for the warning.” Truthfully, I didn’t appreciate his words. It wasn’t his damn business where I was putting my dick, but I knew better than to tell him that.
The rest of the team had hit the showers, leaving only a few stragglers behind.
