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“I’m in.”
The air crackledwith electricity as we followed Resnick Gentry and a few other men I didn’t recognize, and two women, one an icy blonde who introduced herself as Resnick’s lawyer, and the other a tall, black haired woman, who stared cooly at everyone.
“Olivia is one of the owners, but she’s not very friendly, at least at first,” Miranda said to us as she came over with a few water bottles. When we met her at the entrance to the restricted area, she was standing with one of the team’s trainers, who I recognized instantly as Damon Ward, the Olympic Swimmer. And one of the most decorated. She waved to him across the room with a secretive smile. “Yes, I’m with Damon. Yes, it’s him, and yes, he’s a part of thetraining staff.” With a smirk, she added, “And part of the new way the organization will be doing things from now on.”
Kylie, Reid’s big sister and owner of an open wheel racing team, snapped her fingers. “That’s where I know him! I mean, I knew he was a swimmer, but his technique! My husband had…well, let’s just say I’m familiar with his innovative approach. Nice.”
Miranda shrugged. “He’s brilliant, but tell him that. The ego is enough with all the medals. If you need anything, let me know, or the concierge in the suite. Res tends to not stay in one place and I have to keep an eye on him.”
“I heard that, Miranda,” Resnick Gentry drawled as she came over from where he had been addressing the players just a few moments before.
Including Sebastian, who stood off to the side with Ty. I refused to look at him. His stare burned my body, and even though I didn’t look, I knew. I knew he saw me, standing behind Reid and Kylie.
Jessa nudged me with her shoulder and whispered, “So, one night? Damn. What a tangled web…”
“I could blame you for this mess,'' I grumbled, straightening the cropped Fury tee and fidgeting with the hem of my shorts. Same shorts, boots, and jewelry I wore the night Sebastian Lockwood made me orgasm not three, not four, but five times.
And yes, I was boneless and completely blissed out after, just like he wanted.
“Sigh. Looks like your pleasure Dom wants to repeat the experience. From the way he’s staring.”
I groaned. “This is hard enough, Jess. I feel like I'm being disloyal to Reid, and yet-”
“You want to be begging for him to not give you your one hundredth Big O.”
Yep, one night at The Prickly Pear, I spilled all the dirtydetails, at least about the mind blowing orgasms over margs and pom guac. I kept the spilling of our secrets to one another to myself.
Especially after I found outtheSerena was a local sports agent, and had connections to Owen via one of his closest friends.
At least I knew now why Owen hated him so much, even if Sebastian had told me no one, except me and the crazy cheerleader, knew the truth.
Even up in the owner’s suite an hour later, the crowd was going crazy. Carolina hadn’t had a horrible team, but they were nothing to call home about either. This game, though?
Opening up against the Championship team from the previous season should’ve meant a blowout. But Sebastian and the offensive line were driving the ball and were only behind by a touchdown.
Our defense was shining, too, led by another veteran player brought in during free agency.
When Sebastian took a hard hit after making a long pass down the field to Ty, I gasped so loudly and grabbed Jessa’s arm in a tight grip. Reid watched the whole thing, then widened her eyes. A few minutes later, I snuck away, but when I turned, Reid was there.
Hands on her hips. Fury scoop neck crew hanging off one shoulder. “Spill, Mads. Jessa is not that good at covering up shit, and I know something is up. Especially with how concerned you were over that play.”
Eyes wide, I feigned innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Reid.”
She rolled her eyes, then added, “I know the post sex empowerment afterglow better than anyone, Mads. I figured you picked up some guy that night that you met when I was out of town that night. But, I didn’t think you’d keep it from me. Or lie.”
Not knowing how to respond, I threw myself at her, and hugged her, trying not to cry. She hugged me back, and released me. “I’m sorry. You and Owen have been so good to me, and I just didn’t know how to-”
“Mads! Have you met Owen? There’s a reason they are related!” She shook her head, waves of hair falling over her shoulder. “Owen can be a Grade A Asshole. Growly. Grumpy. But,” she said, her tone softening, “He also has a heart that is bigger than anyone knows. People don’t become assholes or grumpy just because they are. Sure, some people just can’t help themselves. But other people? It’s a defense mechanism that hides the marshmallow underneath it all.”
“You’re not mad?”
“That you obviously had amazing, life changing, and I’m sure kinky, sex with a hot older quarterback? Hell no!”
“How do you know it was kinky?” Jessa asked from behind us. She nudged her way in and wrapped an arm around both of us.
Reid snorted. “He’s a Lockwood. And he has issues. Two plus two, then add in the ooey gooey marshmallow center.”
We leftthe stadium along with a few thousand slightly disappointed fans a little less than three hours later. The home team lost by a field goal, which was better than anyone thought they would, but they showed such heart that the crowd easily got behind them. If it wasn’t for a late hit that got called, Sebastian would have connected with Ty for another six points.
