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I’ve never seen it from this angle before, though.Did Lion take this?I close the video, and there’s another message waiting.

This was my favorite trick play last season. Looking forward to seeing what you have planned this year. See you in Tampa.

That boost I get reading all the positive comments and seeing the posts celebrating me sweeps over my body. Is it a bad idea to spend time with Lion? What if he does end up tying me to a bed? The image of it flashes in my mind. Lion’s thick arms, lifting me up and laying me on the bedcovers. He straddles my waist, and using those large hands, he guides my wrists up to silk ties. Hismane of strawberry blond hair brushes against the soft skin of my arms, and he pauses above me, that wide, deep dimpled grin on his face for a moment before pushing up and turning to face the other way. I wouldn’t hate this view either, with his round, tight ass taunting me. He arches his back as he leans forward and ties my ankles, too.

Okay. I don’t hate this idea at all. If anything, I’m fucking turned on by it. I guess if Lion wants to tie me down, with those huge strong arms that wouldn’t be such a horrible thing, as long as the sledgehammer stays out of the fantasy, he could do almost anything else he wanted.

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The bus to Tampa leaves early, and I grab a seat behind Ryan and Alan.

“Hey, boys. Whatcha up to?”

Ryan looks at Alan, confused.

“Don’t look at me. I struggle to understand him at the best of times, on three hours’ sleep, I’ve got no hope.” Alan laughs.

Ryan twists sideways in his seat, looping one leg over Alan. “You could have slept more.”

I lean on the back of their chair and rest my head on my hands.

“Why were you up all night? Or should I not ask?”

I pump my brows, and Alan slaps a hand down on Ryan’s thigh, squeezing it just a little.

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t actually going to tell him. Anyway, it’s a long drive to Tampa, you should get some sleep,” Ryan says, and Alan nods, leans sideways and rests against Ryan’s chest.

“You won’t be doing that with me.” Duckie laughs, taking the seat beside me. “Ian has a no-threesome rule.”

“I think you’ll be safe,” I say, moving closer to the window so he can sit. The bus is getting full, and while I’ll be scrambling away from Duckie if we were on a plane, he doesn’t get car sick.

“Ian is still talking about those ribs you cooked up. You’ll have to share your secret recipe. Actually, scratch that, you can just cook for us more often. I’m not sitting in front of a smoker for hours.”

“That’s the plan.”

“Were you serious about the food truck thing?”

“Yeah, I reckon it will be sick.”

“Huh?”

“I think it will be amazing.”

“Oh, yeah, I mean sure, when Banana Ball is all over with if you’ve saved a bunch, those food trucks don’t really make much money, do they?”

“More than you’d think. More than enough, anyway. You really don’t think I should do it?”

“I think if a food truck is what you want, then sure, go for it. I just figured you would, you know, go into something to do with baseball. Or sports. Or acting maybe. You know, like, you can be the next Hemsworth brother, you look like them actually. Is that an Aussie thing? Are all Aussies super ripped blond bombshells?”

“Okay, you know that isn’t true, and I can’t act for shit, can’t dance really either. It’s why Dennis has me in the back most of the time for the skits.”

“He puts you in the back because you’re too pretty to be up front,” Ryan says, and Alan lifts his head.

“So am I up front because I’mnotpretty?”

“You’re pretty, too, just not… Aussie pretty.”

Alan shrugs and rests back against Ryan’s chest. Ryan makes ashit that was a close callface, and we settle back as the bus starts off on the long drive to Tampa.

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