Page 105 of Mine to Take

Where the hell is she?

It’s tempting to dip my fingers inside my pocket and pull out my cell. That’s the moment Britt shifts and my attention lands on her. It’s like getting smacked in the head with a two by four. My heart stalls at the sight of her wearing my jersey with her long blonde hair styled into two thick braids that rest against her shoulders.

She glances around, as if able to feel the heat of my gaze singeing her skin. When our eyes collide, the air gets knocked from my lungs, making full breaths impossible.

I’ve never experienced anything like it before.

It takes effort to force my feet into movement as I cut a path straight to her. Hands reach out, patting me on the shoulder as people compliment my game.

Even though I say thanks, I don’t bother making eye contact with any of them.

I can’t rip my attention away from her.

Once she’s within striking distance, my hands slide over her cheeks and I pull her close enough for my mouth to crash into hers.

I don’t give a shit who’s watching.

All I care about is her.

My tongue sweeps over the seam of her lips before she opens, giving herself over to me. Only then does the beast raging inside calm enough for me to think clearly.

After I’ve had my fill, I pull away just enough to rest my forehead against hers before staring into her bright blue eyes.

They’ve turned hazy.

Just the way I like them.

I love that my touch—my kisses—does that to her.

Truth be told, it does the same damn thing to me.

I’m so tightly wrapped up in this girl that I can’t see straight.

“Have I mentioned how good you look in my jersey?”

Her lips lift into a smile. “You might have said something about it earlier.”

“Good enough to eat,” I growl.

The thought of stripping her naked and pushing her thighs apart so I can lick up all her cream has my cock turning to stone.

A groan works its way free from my lips.

It’s only when someone clears their throat that I break eye contact and find my parents standing a few feet away. Both of their eyebrows are buried in their hairlines.

I certainly can’t blame them for their bewilderment.

The last time they saw me take interest in a girl was with Sabrina back in high school. That was more than three years ago.

I force myself to back away enough to slip my arm around Willow’s waist and tug her close.

Not only are my parents staring at us, but so are Ryder and Juliette. A big smile lights up my sister’s face, which I take as confirmation that she approves of Willow. Ryder’s expression looks eerily similar to my folks’.

When spontaneous applause breaks out from my teammates, I can’t help the grin that stretches across my face as Willow’s eyes widen. She buries her face against my arm as a tortured groan escapes from her.

“What’s wrong, sunshine? You got a problem with everyone knowing that you belong to me?”

“I… We still need to talk,” she murmurs.

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