Page 82 of Once Upon a Fake Date

We were having the best damn season of my career, and I was pretty sure I owed that all to Audrey. My girl in the stands, cheering me on, was the best motivation I’d ever had. I wished my parents were here, too, but at least I had her.

The worst part about away games was knowing she wasn’t watching. We had a fairly evenly balanced schedule of home versus away games, and I was thankful this wasn’t pro sports where we had to be on the road for days at a time.

Her eyes fluttered dreamily when we pulled apart, her fingers clutching my jersey over my chest pads. “That was some kiss.”

“Gotta remind all of them whose you are.”Mine.

Audrey’s smile was bright. Dazzling.

“Come home with me,” I whispered against her lips.

“Hmm… Is there a party tonight?”

I shook my head. She tilted her head, her eyes widening with realization. And then—heat.Desire. I knew I wasn’t mistaking that in her gaze.

“Okay,” she mumbled, nodding her head. “I will.”

“Wait for me,” I said, kissing her again. “I just have to change out of this.”

I was about to get my uniform off faster than I ever had in my entire life. I needed a shower, but maybe I could convince her to take one with me. Later.

Audrey just nodded.

Hurrying to the locker room, all I could think about was my girl. Even as coach talked to the team, nothing could bring me down from my bubble.

I’d drivenhome from the field in record time. Audrey had been waiting for me, just like I’d asked. Something settled in my chest, seeing her waiting for me.Contentment.I’d never had a relationship like this before, where it was so fulfilling and also so easy being together.

Opening her car door, I held out a hand for her as she stepped up on the curb. She blushed, interlacing our fingers, and I tugged her in behind me into the house.

Once I got to the stairs, it only took a second before I had her over my shoulder, my hand on her ass to keep her skirt from flying up.

“Parker,” Audrey giggled. “Put me down. What will your teammates think?”

Like I fucking cared.

Once I got into my room, thankful for the hundredth time this year for the private suite, I slid her down my front till she was back on her feet before pressing her against the door.

She was gorgeous, with her pink lipstick and flushed cheeks, those blonde curls pulled up into a high ponytail with her favorite pink scrunchie. Gorgeous and mine.

Fistingmyjersey in my hands on either side of her, I just stared at Audrey. “You don’t know how much seeing you in my jersey affects me, baby.”

She blushed. “You like it that much?”

“Of course I do. It’s hot as fuck.” I ran my lips across her exposed collarbone. “My name on your back, like you’re all mine.”

“I am,” she murmured. “I am yours.”

I groaned. “Fuck, I like hearing that.”

There was no one else for me. No one but this sweet, sunshine girl with her blonde hair like golden rays and her deep violet eyes who wore my clothes like they were always meant to be hers. I wanted to toss her over my shoulder like a caveman, to keep her where no one else would steal her away from me.

She gasped as I pressed my cock into her, already half-hard. “Look at what you do to me, Rosie. How can you ever doubt how much I wanted you?” Just one look at her, and I was like this. These days, it didn’t take much. The smell of her strawberry shampoo, the sweetness that always followed her. It was everything. Every damn thing about her. Even her smile.

Audrey shook her head, her eyes falling shut as she let out a low moan. “I—I didn’t know. I thought all of it was fake.”

“Does this feel fake to you, Rosie?” I asked, pulling her panties aside and pushing two fingers into her without preamble. “My fingers inside of you as you wear my number?”

“No,” she cried, clenching my fingers as I plunged them in and out of her needy cunt.

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