Page 15 of Force Play

Guys like him are a dime a dozen. Cocky and self-assured; floating through life. The fact that he’s so blatant about his feelings for me—which don’t extend beyond our compatibility in the bedroom—is one reason he’ll never be more than a memory of one incredible night. No matter how much of that undeniable charm he lies on.

“You’re awfully tense for a night of fun with your friends,” Brianna whispers into my ear during a break in the action. My eyes drift to where Dom is taking off his elbow guard at first base. “Ignore him.” Her hand smooths over my knee.

“He’s trying to rile me up,” I huff, annoyed that she picked up on it, and maybe a little more annoyed that she’s unbothered by it.

“Clearly it’s working.” She laughs, dropping a kiss on my neck.

“Are you trying to make him jealous?” My breath hitches as her grip on my knee tightens.

“Do you want me to?” Her eyes glitter playfully under the stadium lights.

“Jealous or not, I don’t care, I’m here with you and I’m leaving with you. He’s . . . nothing.” Except for that one night he felt like everything. But I can’t dwell on that, because it’ll drag me back under like a rip current if I do.

“That’s my girl.” Her lips brush my ear. “But if you want to make sure he knows that you’re mine, I can make it very clear. Just so he knows he’s nothing.”

“Jesus,” I mumble, suddenly feeling overheated in a way that has nothing to do with the warm night.

The Myth, The Man, The Legend - Dad Chat

Dad:

Nice game tonight, son.

Your mother and I are proud of you.

Dom:

Thanks for watching.

I felt good out there.

Dad:

Just the Chicago air?

Or is there another reason why?

Dom:

Jeez. Catch any fish with that bait, old man?

Dad:

You tell me.

Dom:

So this is where my obnoxious tendencies come from.

Dad:

Your mom thinks it’s endearing.

Dom:

Wonderful, I have delusions to look

forward to in my old age as well.

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