Page 26 of Hitting the Gap

“Gonzo, seriously?” Bailey said.

“Bay, there’s no way I’m letting someone come in here and insult you. Fuck that.”

When a loud noise came from the bedroom, Gonzo dropped her arm. “I better make sure she isn’t trashing my bedroom.”

“Yeah.” Bailey sagged against the kitchen counter. What just happened? She couldn’t believe Gonzo had sent away a gorgeous, willing woman. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had defended her like that. No, that was a lie. She could remember. The last time had been in high school and once again it had been Gonzo defending her.

A moment later, the woman stormed out of Gonzo’s room. “You can have him,” the woman yelled as she slammed the front door.

“That went well,” Gonzo muttered.

“Sorry.”

“What do you have to be sorry about?” he asked. “You weren’t the one who was rude.”

“Still.” Bailey shrugged. She was the one who’d made it so that he wasn’t going to get more sex tonight.

“You tired or you want to watch something?” Gonzo asked as he picked up the remote from the end table.

“What’d you have in mind?” She dropped onto the sofa beside him.

Gonzo grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and handed it to her. He flicked through the listings. “Trash TV?” He raised an eyebrow as he looked at her.

“Oh absolutely,” Bailey replied as she covered herself in half of the blanket and dropped the other half on Gonzo’s lap so he could snuggle up as well.

He spread the blanket around himself and settled onto the couch. “Alright, but just a couple episodes because I have to get some sleep.”

“Deal.”

Chapter 8

That was two nights in a row they’d played like shit. Thank fuck they’d managed to pull out the win. Gonzo leaned against the wall of the elevator and eyed his teammates. From what he knew, Brandon was okay. The jury was still out on Charles. All he knew was they better not suck as hard at video games as they did on the field tonight. Fuck, he missed when his friends were single. Now he was forced to make new friends and he was too old for this shit.

“How long you lived here?” Brandon asked.

“Almost five years. Bought it just after I signed.”

“You like it?”

“Yeah, got everything I need. No point in having a big house with a yard and shit when it’s just me.”

The elevator dinged at his floor, and he led the way down the hall to his place. The music pumping inside his apartment practically shook the door as he walked up. Jesus, Bay. He rolled his eyes at his friends. “Roommate.”

“You have a roommate?” Charles asked. “Why?”

He pushed open the front door and headed toward the living room so he could hit the stereo. Gonzo rounded the corner and immediately saw Bailey, dressed in a skimpy pair of green shorts and matching tank top, like those sexy little things women liked to sleep in. Damn, her curves were insane. Oblivious to them, she threw her head back with her eyes closed as she moved to the music. Her hips gyrated back and forth, and his mind instantly thought of sex. Jesus. Who knew Bailey could move like that?

“Ah, now I see why you have a roommate,” Charles said. His mouth curved up in a sleazy kind of smile that Gonzo wanted to smack off his face.

There was no fucking way he wanted his teammate looking at her like that.

Bailey shimmied to the beat. She spun, spotted them, screamed, and dropped to the floor, then scrambled behind the island.

Suddenly, her hand whipped up, and the sweatshirt hanging on the back of the chair disappeared. What the hell?

Grabbing the stereo remote, he clicked the button to turn the music down. After several clicks, he finally managed to hear himself think. “Hi Bailey,” he called out.

“Hey, how’s it going?” her muffled voice replied.

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