Page 75 of Fair Catch

“Hey yourself,” I murmur.

Before I can talk myself out of it—or worse, overthink it entirely—I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and press my mouth to his. It’s meant to be soft and sweet, just the briefest form of hello, but it doesn’t take more than three seconds for me to crave more, and my tongue sweeps over the seam of his lips.

He parts for me, allowing my tongue to dive in deeper, claiming his mouth in a toe-curling kiss that damn near brings me to my knees.

Someone wolf-whistles, breaking my focus and reminding me that we’re not alone, but Hayes is the one to pull away first.

“Get a room!” Holden calls out, and I lift my middle finger behind me, flipping him off while pressing another gentle kiss to Hayes’ lips.

Pulling away takes pretty much every ounce of willpower I possess, but the smile on his face is worth the cost.

“That’s some greeting,” he whispers.

“I’m happy to see you. And in my jersey, no less,” I murmur, barely loud enough for him to hear. I pull back and I wrap my arm around his shoulder. “How’d you manage to get your hands on that?”

A devious glint lingers in his gaze as I steer him toward where my car is parked outside the player’s exit. “I…have my ways.”

It takes me all of three seconds to realize Holden and Phoenix likely had something to do with it, but I don’t mind. Had Hayes told me he wanted to wear my jersey to the game, I’d have happily given it to him myself.

Pressing a kiss to the side of his head, I mutter near his ear, “You can ask next time.”

“That would take the fun out of it.”

“Well, regardless, I don’t think you’ve looked better in your life.”

Hayes laughs, rolling his eyes as he playfully shoves me away from him once we’re at my car. “That’s such a jock thing.”

“What is?”

“The sight of me in your jersey going straight to your dick,” he surmises, leaning back against the driver’s door. “Not that I don’t look damn fine in it.”

That he does, but what he fails to realize is that him in it does a helluva lot more to the organ in my chest than it does any other part of me.

But now that he mentions it…

“Well, Iama jock. Gotta make sure I fit the part.” Stepping forward, my fingers pinch the collar of the jersey and a little smile forms before I add, “But if I wasreallytrying to fit the part, I’d tell you I wanna fuck you while you’re wearing it.”

Hayes meets my gaze, lust and want and need blazing like the hottest blue flames within his eyes. Licking his lips, he leans forward and murmurs, “I find it hilarious that every time sex comes up, you think you’re the one who’ll be doing the fucking.”

“And why’s that?”

He smirks. “Guess you’ll just have to fuck around and find out.”

The filthy promise dripping from his words makes my blood heat with anticipation.

There is nothing I want more than to feel Hayes inside me. God, just the thought has my stomach swirling with anticipation, and for once in my life, there’s no underlying nerves or anxiety about it. No question as to if this is the right person or time or anything else.

All I feel is desire.

“Virgin or not,” I murmur, trailing my hand down the front of the jersey, “I’ve watched enough porn to know I can fuck you as a bottom. Just gotta be in the right position.”

“And here I thought you needed me to teach you. But it sounds to me that you had it figured out all along.”

Lust zings through me thanks to the pure sin and sex dripping from his voice, not to mention the dirty promises his gaze holds. It should be enough to drag him home and strip him down to nothing, maybe put those theories to the test.

Yet the only words that come out of my mouth are just the opposite.

“Want to hit the party at the Kappa Sig house with me tonight?”

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