I chuckle, but it lacks humor. “Not needed, just make sure you get my good side in your videos,” I tease, lightening the conversation.
“That’s no problem when all sides are your good side.” She winks, and the sight makes me want to take her back to the locker room and lose myself inside of her.
Our conversation from there on is easy, commenting on the game as we beat them 4-0. As the stadium begins to empty out, along with our dugout, I make sure to find Camille.
“Don’t leave yet. Wait for me,” I ask, brushing my fingers faintly against hers.
Camille nods, and I rush back to the locker room, hoping our post-game meeting goes quicker than normal. Because I need Camille like I need a ball in my glove.
And I’m not going to last until we get back to her place tonight.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Camille
Since I already edited all of the content I shot tonight and scheduled posts to go live for the next few days, I’m left alone with too much time to think as I wait for him, specifically about what happened tonight. Getting hit by the ball wasn’t a big deal to me. It happens and I’m okay. I was just left with a nice bruise and a couple scratch marks.
What’s running over and over in my mind is what happened when I was focused on Ryker running to come check on me. Were there cameras on me? Did my parents catch wind of it and are already on their way here?
Not to mention, the worry I felt when the fight broke between Ryker and that other player because the idea of anyone hurting him made me want to scream.
The anxiety in my stomach intensifies from all of it, so I text my brother Quentin and ask him to have his PI team look into things for me.
Needing to move my body and clear my mind, I make my way to the locker room. I already have access to the room, so no one will question why I’m in here and I don’t want to be by myself with my worries.
I want Ryker by my side and the peace that settles over me whenever I’m with him.
The room’s empty when I push through the doors, all of the dirty jerseys in the hampers, the smell making my nose twitch. Ryker’s cubby is the only one with stuff in it, meaning he’s alone. But where is he?
I’m about to turn around and look elsewhere when I hear the shower running. I quietly walk back toward the showers. “Ryker?” I call out from the archway that leads to the shower stalls.
“Cami?” he calls back.
I step into the shower area, and my eyes instantly find him in the second stall from the end, a billow of steam rising atop of it.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“Nothing.” I shake my head and force a smile. “I was bored waiting for you, that’s all.”
I know he wants to call bullshit, but for whatever reason, he doesn’t.
Instead, he exits the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, and my mouth waters at the sight of him. From his sinewy muscles, mixed with the droplets of water on his skin that I want to lick off, I’m debating doing something really bad in a place I shouldn’t.
“You’re so hot,” I blurt out, my cheeks heating instantly. I wasn’t supposed to say that out loud.
Ryker smirks as he saunters over to me. “Look who’s talking.” His eyes scorch my skin as they roam my body hungrily, but when they land on my jaw, his eyes harden and he grimaces. “Are you okay?”
“I’ll be honest. It hurt when it happened. But I’m fine now, no pain.” I shrug.
“You have no idea how badly I still want to kick his ass.” He scowls.
I don’t want him to get upset, nor do I want to be reminded of my worries, so I change the topic. “And you have no idea how badly I want to kiss you.”
Ryker wastes no time and presses his lips gently to mine while holding me around my waist. Every brush of his lips against mine melts my worries away and everything around me begins to fade.
Before I get lost in it, I break away from him. “Ryker, we can’t do this here.”
“Everyone’s gone home. I had to stay late to talk to Coach about what happened, and I know he won’t come in here,” he says, then drops his lips to my neck, eliciting a gasp from me. “Where’s that rebellious girl at? Be bad for me this time.”