Page 56 of Never Say Never

I flirt with him anyways.

Tucker

I peelmy Gatorade-soaked clothes from my skin and step under the hot spray of water. The moment the water hits my skin, the tension in my muscles from the stress of tonight’s game begins to loosen. The knot that had taken up permanent residence between my shoulder blades over the last week starts to untangle. I sigh, stretching my neck from left to right, replaying the game in my mind. We won the motherfucking national championship! We fucking did it.

It feels amazing, like an out of body experience. We played our hearts out and took the win that we rightfully deserved.

I was so focused on the game, that I forgot my dad was in the stands. When I spotted him on his feet with a smile on his face after we were declared the champs, I was surprised. It still doesn’t mean I’m looking forward to seeing him at dinner tonight. I’m sure he’ll refuse to acknowledge the win, or he’ll findsome way to make the night about him like he usually does. The saving grace, though, is that Daisy will be there and maybe, if I’m lucky, I can celebrate the win with herafterdinner… in my bed.

I take another five minutes to wash the sticky blue drink out of my hair and off my skin, enjoying the quiet of the locker room around me. The guys and the rest of the coaching staff have left, off to celebrate the big win with their friends and families.

Only when the water begins to run cool do I turn the water off and I reach for my towel. I step out of the shower stall, towelling off my hair, when I stop in my tracks. Daisy. I wipe my eyes with the towel, wondering if I’m seeing things, but when she comes back into focus, I know I’m not dreaming.

“Congratulations.”

A smile spreads across her face, and like it’s contagious, my lips tip up too. She’s taken off her coat, so I get to see her in the jersey I bought her—the one with my name and birthdate on it.Fuck, why is that so hot? There is a green and gold ribbon in her hair, and I can think of ten different ways I could tie her up with that thing if she’d only let me. Something inside me tells me she would. It instantly turns me on seeing her in Outlaw gear, and my dick twitches behind the towel that is carelessly draped down the center of me.

God, she is so fucking sexy.

I stalk closer to her, bringing the towel behind my hips giving her a full view of my body before wrapping the towel around my waist. Even though she remains rooted in place, her eyes have catalogued my every movement. I can tell by the heat in them and the way she rolls her lips together that she likes what she sees.

“Is there anyone waiting on us in the hallway?”

She slowly shakes her head. “No. They all left.”

“Good.”

The way her eyes hold mine is enough to make me crazy. It sends a rush of heat barreling down my spine. I haven’t stopped thinking about when and where I could taste her again. When I’m a foot away from her, she takes two steps backwards until her back presses up against a locker.

Two heartbeats later and I’m caging her in against the metal, her face tipped up as she watches me. She’s waiting for me to make the first move. Happy to.

I lean in closer until I can feel her breath drift over my lips. I watch as her tongue darts out to moisten her lips, then I suck her bottom lip into my mouth. Her eyes close on a moan like the kiss means something to her.

“What if someone walks in?”

“They won’t,” I assure her.

“And if they do?”

“Daisy, I said goodbye to every player and every member of my coaching staff. No one is walking in here.”

When the tension is so thick I can’t stand it anymore, I slant my head and swipe my tongue over her lips. Daisy goes up on her toes, winds her arms around my neck and fuses her lips to mine. I deepen the kiss further, ready to take every scrap of clothing from this woman’s body and carry her to the first bench I can find.

Pushing my body flush against hers, I know she can feel every thick, hard inch of me pressed against her abdomen. That thought is confirmed when she gasps.

“Dais,” I breathe into her hair, hitching her leg up over my hip as I roll my hips into her core. Every cell in my body sparks to life as I nestle my now full-blown erection between the V of her thighs. “Need you.”

My hand slips down between her legs, putting pressure on her clit where she needs it most. Her head lolls to the side,mouth parted, eyes closed with breaths coming in short, even pants.

“Did you like watching me on the field, Dais?”

She reaches for the towel around my waist. It drops to the floor. “I wasn’t watching you. Don’t flatter yourself. This is just sex, remember?” Another gasp escapes her lungs when I grind my cock between her legs.

I don’t know why her defiant attitude turns me on so much, but it does. Unable to wait a second longer, my hands frantically undo the button on her jeans, then the zipper, before I tear her pants down her legs, taking her lace thong with them.

My cock is so hard that it’s aching, the tip swollen a purplish red hue. I suck in a breath, kissing her hard as my hand dips down to the apex of her thighs groaning when I dip a finger inside her, feeling how wet she is.

“You are soaked. Were you this wet when you were watching me tonight?”

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