Page 73 of Icing the Enemy

When we get to the club, the bouncer removes the velvet rope at the VIP entrance, letting us through as fans in line yell Corbin’s name.

Adam and Winnie wave from a small VIP section. “Hey!” Winnie jumps up and hugs me as Adam and Corbin give each other a fist bump and immediately talk about the game. Only minutes pass until they’re talking about the black lab Adam and Winnie adopted from the shelter. Adam brings him over to play with Dixie all the damn time.

Of course, I love it because it’s more time to spend with our friends, cooking dinner, ordering pizzas, and just hanging out.

“A round of champagne for the winners and the most valuable players of the game,” I cheer.

“Baby, they didn’t name an MVP. It was a team effort.”

“Bullshit. You and Adam carried the team on your backs, in my humble opinion.”

“You're biased,” he says, pulling me down onto his lap. “But I love you.”

“I love you, but can we have one glass of champagne?” I stick my bottom lip out, acting like I’m pouting. He can’t resist my bottom lip, loving to nibble on it and cuddle it between his. It’s kind of our thing.

“You can have as much as you want, but I’ll only have one glass. Just order a bottle.”

I walk over to the VIP waitress and order. She asks, “Just one?”

“Just one. But can you also bring a bucket of bottled waters?”

“Will do.”

I sit back on my husband’s lap, and we exchange a few kisses. They’re soft pecks and gentle sucks under my ear, but I can feel the chemical change in my body making me want more. When the champagne comes, the waitress pours us each a glass and sets the bottle on ice.

“Cheers to making new friends on a new team, making the playoffs and having the best damn wives in the league,” Adam says in his Irish accent.

I down my drink and hold my hands up in victory. “Cheers to the best wives. Now let's go dance.”

I tug Corbin out to the dance floor. It’s techno music, which is not really our thing, but he needs to be cheered up. His Mamaw is one of the most important people in his life, and I believe that he senses something is off. But for now, he’s going to have some fun.

When he stands up, I admire his ass in his tight gray dress pants and his crisp lavender button down. The color looks amazing on his naturally tanned skin and those Hershey chocolate eyes.

“Just move with me. Follow my lead.” I turn my back to his chest, swaying from side to side. He places his hands on my hips and moves with me. After a while, he spins me to face him, and we grind, but no one can tell since we’re packed in like sardines.

He runs his hand up my thigh and under my ass. “If I would have met you earlier, I would have never left a bar alone. I would have chosen you every single night.”

Corbin Shearer knows just what to say to get my panties off. I drag him outside to the car and say, “We didn’t quite finish my bucket list item.”

“Right here. Right now?” he asks with a wink and a smile.

He takes my little strip of panties off in the parking lot, then we slide into the truck. Grabbing me by the waist, he takes himself out of his pants and strokes us both. The windows fog, our bodies sweat, and our love continues to grow.

epilogue

CORBIN - THE FOLLOWING WEEK

The Dallas Rattlersarena is brand spanking new. Top-notch locker rooms, VIP suites, and the largest arena in the league. I pass John Basilio as we finish our pregame warmups walking toward the locker room. We exchange a friendly pat on the back, but when the game starts, we’re rivals.

Sitting on the cushioned bench, I have my phone on because Jasper is playing in the high school championship today. Since game one and two will be played in Dallas, the family is watching on television and will come into Nashville for games three and four. Adam says, “Don’t worry, Jasper’s team will win easily.”

“You haven't seen the other teams,” I scoff but love that Adam has confidence.

“I’ve seen your brother. Hell, he was faster and more skilled than Dousier and some of the others on the team. He’ll win it.”

As I’m taping my stick, I answer, “I hope so, then maybe he can do two years of college and get drafted to play with us.”

“It’s possible. He’s a phenom.”

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