Page 38 of Shameless Game

Reese, his girlfriend? Beau sounded responsible for her, like a big brother, not a boyfriend. It wasn’t fair how Reese burdened him with her problems, problems she wasn’t willing to fix. After meeting her one night, I understood how bad they were.

But with Blair? Beau’s always been happy. She brings out the best in him. She clearly loves him, too.

“Because,” he mutters. “I’m not breaking Blair’s heart.”

“Then don’t.”

“I will.”

“How?”

“Because she’s right. I can’t give her the devotion she deserves.”

“But she’s your girlfriend.”

He drags his hand through his dark strands. “No, she’s not. I made that shit up. I wasn’t going to be here stag with you and Amber, so Blair agreed to come with me. Like a fake girlfriend.”

“Beau. Ummm, Beau. Yes. Deeper. Harder. Harder.”

We can hear her moans—him, me and my hungry dick.

“Well then, dumbass,” I say, “make her your real girlfriend. Clearly, it’s what she wants. Don’t you?”

“I can’t, man. She’d be a distraction before our season even starts. We got too much shit on the line this year. We gotta win.”

I shake my head, remembering how in high school, I scrolled through porn on my phone while Beau scrolled through plays. He’s obsessed with football. That’s what makes him one of the best and the worst.

“So,” I pop up, my bare feet straddling my lounger, “she’d be a distraction for you, and then we’d lose games?”

“Yeah.”

“Then how do you explain our last game? The Super Bowl?”

He aims his piercing blues at me. “That was another distraction. That was you and me.”

“Okay, fine. Then how do you explain Green Bay last year? Or Jacksonville? We lost those games, and it wasn’t because of us or her.”

I raise an eyebrow. I’m right, so he doesn’t say anything.

His stare just slides from me to Blair on her bed, moaning, “Yes, Beau, yes.” Her seductive cries are clear. Like her writhing body, they’re barely muted by the glass. “Make me watch you. Make me watch you fuck my pussy. Make me watch you come inside me.”

He throws his chin up to the sun. “Fuucckk meee!”

“Yeah!” I answer. “That’s what y’all should be doing. Fucking. Right. Now.”

“You don’t understand, man. Blair’s the one.”

“Mm-hmm. I can tell. She told me last night she knows about us.” He looks at me, his eyes wide. “Yeah, and she’s fucking amazing. She supports us. She’d never out us. And who else can we trust nowadays like that? Like her? And she’s loved to hate you since college. She doesn’t want your money or your fame. She just wants you.”

“Yeah,” he rushes, “and I want her, too. I’d give everything for her, and that’s what it would cost her—everything. You know what’ll happen. Press will stalk her when we win. Fans will hate her if we lose. My bullshit life will be a distraction for her, too, when her dreams are finally coming true, and I won’t ruin it for her.”

I bark, “You’re ruining it NOW! You’re a fucking idiot. You’re not even trying with her when you know she’s the one. And I know you. That means she’s your forever. So, this ain’t about distractions. You’re scared.”

“Scared? Am I wrong about our lives?”

“No, but y’all would be so right, and you know it. You’ve loved her since college, right? All these years?”

“Yeah, so what? That’s the price of winning. I don’t get to have who I love, Colt, remember?”

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