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CHAPTER 5

SEBASTIAN

“Ithink I’d sell my favorite trophy for just one more bite of this fucking taco,” Ty moaned, and I fought back the urge to roll my eyes.

He wasn’t wrong, but the guy was eating the damn thing like he just found out that pussy could be licked and sucked and tasted.

It was damn near obscene. And from the way a table of girls across the bar were staring, they were thinking the same thing. Except they probably liked watching him.

Throwing back what was left in the bottle I snagged when we placed our order at the bar, I turned away.

And instead found myself looking at the same fucking girl from earlier today.

The one that made me stop and stare like I was a fucking freshman in college again.

Or even a goddamn teenager who discovered tits in a worn out copy of Playboy that the neighborhood kids passed around. Stolen from somebody’s dad.

Not mine. God forbid the man ever reveal that he was remotely human by having a girly magazine hidden awayfrom his kids. Owen, the asshole, found everything, and not a tit to be found.

Thank God for Bobby Hallstucker’s dad’s stash.

“Seriously, this would even make a mean motherfucker like you smile.” Ty’s eyes rolled in pleasure like a girl was kneeling under the damn table.

“You’re freaking me the fuck out, Simmons. Stop looking like that when you’re sitting so fucking close.” I eyed him as I signaled the server skillfully making her way through the crowd for another round. The damn TV over the bar was on SportsCenter.

The topic?

Resnick Gentry rebuilding the damn Carolina Fury.

And the debate on whether or not signing me to a one year, performance-based contract for a single season with an option was smart or the dumbest mistake this year in the NFL. Every person at the damn bar had an opinion it seemed.

Not all leaning in my favor, either. I tugged the brim of my hat down my head, and focused on the girl sitting at the bar. The one with an aura of innocence and something that drew me to her like a moth to a flame. Her hair reminded me of honey, or maybe caramel. All I knew was that I had a sudden urge to lick her in places a fucking gentleman wouldn’t consider.

I turned away, only to see Ty staring, still devouring his damn taco like a fucking perv. “What?”

“Nothing at all, Q.” He grinned in between bites. “But, if you take a picture, it might last longer.” Ty shoved the last bite into his mouth and pulled out his phone. “Want me to? Don’t want you hurting your throwing arm by-”

“Shut the fuck up, Simmons, before I tell everyone here who you are and ruin any chance you have of getting out without signing a million napkins.”

He snorted. “Like that’s a bad thing.” One finger pointed in my direction as he picked up his drink the server sat down in front of him. He smiled at her before turning back to me. “You wait and see. I’m making it my mission to make you loved again, Lockwood.”

“I don’t need to be loved, Simmons,” I muttered, sipping my beer. She looked over her shoulder, and the world melted away.

Then, just as quickly, the noise returned.

“Everyone needs to be loved, even if they don’t think they deserve to be.”

CHAPTER 6

MADDIE

“Mr. Tall, Dark, and Asshole keeps sneaking peeks, Mads.” Jessa’s lips formed a smirk. “Maybe youwillget laid, after all.”

I rolled my eyes, gathering my hair into a bun and securing it with a scrunchie. AJ hated my hair long, and I only started to let it grow out after he made his exit from my life. “I’m not getting laid. Before you get any crazy ideas, I’m serious. I just want my margarita and tacos. And guac. That’s it.”

She snorted. Her eyes narrowed, then widened. Mouth formed a perfect O. “Shut the fucking front door.”

Taco halfway to my waiting mouth, I stopped. “What?”

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