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“Let a guy shower first,” I grumbled. And just like that, the fantasy I stroked myself off to twice a day popped into my head.
The way she would look after coming with me on her knees, licking and sucking and tasting her sweet pussy. Learning what she liked, and making her come over and over. Then running my hands over her body, rinsing the lather off her skin, toweling her off. The way her soft sighs would make all the shit I’d done disappear.
I didn’t even know her name, but I was jerking off thinking about her more than I ever had in my life. It still wasn’t enough.
“I think it’s sweet you get yourself all pretty for me, QB,” Ty teased then laughed when I shot him a death glare. “Stop by to get you?”
“Fine. But it’s your treat. This time,youcan buy a round for the damn bar.”
His laughter followed him all the way down the hall.
Who really was the asshole? Little shit cost me almost $500 last week.
But it was all worth it if she was there. I’d pay double to be that close.
And this time, I was getting her name.
“Another round?”Nicky, our server, smiled as she stopped at our table. I had to admit, having our training facilities in the small town vibe location had its perks. The Prickly Pear did have the best tacos I’d ever had, and the pomegranate guacamole might fucking be my weakness.
And the way people here didn’t fawn over either of us, but instead made us feel somewhat welcome. More Simmons than me, but still.
Fucking Simmons. I was not telling him any of my thoughts, though. His ego was big enough where I was concerned as it was.
“I’m good, but,” he grinned as he pointed to the empty bowl in front of me, “I think my friend could use more pom guac. And a few waters?”
She smiled, and nodded, sweeping up the empty plates and bottles. “I’ll be right back.”
Ty eyed her ass as she walked away, hips swaying. His grin was huge, and all Midwest with a tinge of cynicism he hid well. But I knew, beneath the surface, he had a few demons of his own.
“Looks like tonight won’t be a waste after all.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” I rubbed the back of my neck, wishing I would’ve sat in the sauna for a few minutes after practice instead of just taking a hot shower. Thirty-five was feeling more and more like it was closer to forty the last few weeks. Not following my usual routine like I had been back in Cleveland was taking a toll, and if my body didn’t get in line, I would be back to sitting on my couch watching replays of games instead of playing in them.
“Take a look at who just walked in,” he jerked his head toward the door. I shifted in my seat so I could have a better view of the door, but not before I shot his shit-eating grin wearing face a glare.
There she was.
Oh, baby girl.
As if she heard my thoughts, she looked up at me. Blue eyes, clear and lit with a spark that I knew I’d fucking dim if I wasn’t careful, locked with mine.
“Madison.”
“What?” I asked, irritated that he interrupted the moment we were sharing.
“Her name, QB. Madison. Or, more accurately, Maddie.”
Maddie.
She made her way through the crowd, chatting animatedly with two other women. One, the blonde she had been with last week and worked with. The brunette shook her head, laughing, as they grabbed a table near the brightly painted mural covering the far wall. Maddie ducked her head, a blush making her appear both innocent and so fucking gorgeous that my damn cock reacted instantly. The idea of seeing that fucking color across her chest and spreading along her face as she came beneath me?
Fuck. I gulped the rest of my beer, then drew my eyebrows together in confusion. “How the hell did you find out her name?”
Ty shrugged, then jerked the hand holding his beer in my direction. “I drink, and I know-”
“You’re not quoting that fucking show.”
His chuckle was irritating as fuck, but evidently my death stare was no longer a deterrent. “I have my sources. Plus, I figured your wingman better do something to earn his place, or you’d kick me to the curb.”
