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"Fuck, yeah," he breathed once he caught his breath. "Swallow for me."

I slowly slid my lips back off him, kept my gaze on his and swallowed down every drop.

"Fucking hell, you're beyond hot." His eyes were still dark when he rolled me onto my back and dove down between my thighs to spoil me with his talented tongue.

CHAPTER 21

OLLIE

My eyes were intent on the screen. The weekend between the last game of the season and the Down Under Bowl, was a bye. That gave us extra time to watch every single game us or our opposition, Melbourne Breakers, played all season.

Over and over until I had every move, every play, every step, virtually memorised.

Every waking hour, and most of the sleeping ones, my brain replayed them on repeat. I visualised how each of our players would respond to each of their moves. The whole game played out in my head like a chess game, piece by piece until the end game.

The rest of us would have the same scenario going on in their brain. Nothing would be left to chance, if we could help it.

In the middle of a second-half play, from a few weeks ago, I felt someone's eyes on me.

When I looked, I couldn't see anyone even glancing my way. I was probably just imagining things. Everyone else had their eyes on the screen. I turned mine back to it and tried to claw back my focus.

The Breakers were going to be a tough team to beat. They played an intelligent, focused game of football. Their ability to read the other team was on par with ours. I'd like to say we're just that much better, but for the first time all season, I was nervous.

"Okay," the coach snapped. "Take a break. I can see your attention is starting to wander."

I probably imagined that he glanced at me.

Wincing at how numb my ass was, I got out of my seat and started for the door along with the other guys.

"Are you sure you're up for this?" Pinky asked. "For a moment there, you looked like you're going to piss your pants."

I rolled my eyes. "Maybe you should spend more time watching the screen instead of looking at me." I guess I hadn't imagined being stared at.

Pinky shrugged. "My concerns stand."

"It's not like I don't appreciate your concern for my underpants," I said, "but I can take care of myself."

"Are you sure about that? Seems like you're more than happy to be taken care of by the boss's kid." He looked at me like he'd scored major points off me somehow.

I tried to appear like I wasn't ready to punch him in the face, but fuck, I really was. I knew someone was going to comment on Rubie at some point, and I figured it would be him. Talking about her like that made her seem cheap, and she was anything but.

"Keep your jealousy in check," I said coldly. "Save the bullshit for the opposition."

"Good advice." I hadn't seen Coach Quinn, but he now looked at us through narrowed, angry eyes. "Is there a problem Tucker, Pinky?" He never called me by my nickname, thank fuck. I suspected he thought I was anything but a gift.

"Everything is fine, Coach," I said. "Just comparing notes." I shot Pinky a look, daring him to contradict me.

"Yeah, that's right, Coach," Pinky agreed. "Just trying to make sure Octopus here keeps his mind on the ball." He nodded towards me.

"Octopus." Coach looked ready to laugh at that.

"Yeah, that's why I handle the ball so well," I said smugly. "Because I have so many hands." Now it was my turn to give Pinky a look of triumph.

He looked annoyed, but shrugged. "Yeah, exactly. As long as they all work."

"Don't think I haven't noticed the animosity." Coach gave us both shrewd looks. "Make sure it doesn't spill out onto the field. We don't want you two clowns losing this for us. Understood?"

"Yes, Coach," I said. "One hundred percent professional. Save the aggression for the opposition."

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