Page 4 of Defending her Heart

Kendall whistles again and the four of us glance her way. “Don’t go breaking our hearts,” she belts out as the song plays throughout the stadium.

Fuck. The woman is as sexy as she is annoying. Knowing I won’t have to end the night in her company, I take the bet.

“You’re on, Dec.” I bump the front of my helmet to his and jog to the tunnel.

“FUCKING A.” I STAREat the shot of whiskey Buck ordered for me. “I’ve already had two, and I have to drive home.”

I’m in a piss-ass mood after missing two tackles, both of which would have been sacks. I saved my reputation by batting down three passes and picking off a ball for a pick six, but that didn’t win me out of my bet tonight.

“Kendall can drive you home. She’s our DD tonight.”

I glance over to the dance floor where she and her friends are swaying their hips with their hands in the air. Well, Riley and Rowan sway. Kendall seductively swirls her hips as if dancing with an imaginary lover.

Buck’s jersey slides up, exposing her tan, flat stomach. Jerseys aren’t supposed to show your midriff, but she has the end tied in a knot, purposely putting herself on display.

“Drink up, Hump.” Buck nudges the shot closer to my hand.

Kendall turns and I catch her eyes, so green the Caribbean should be jealous. The corner of her full, pink lip quirks as she gyrates those fucking curves and sings the dirty lyrics to the Eminem song. Buck turns to see who I’m staring at and chuckles.

“She’s a fucking ball of energy, huh?”

“Fucking loud and obnoxious.” I swallow down the shot and spin on the barstool so my back is to the dance floor.

Dec comes over and squeezes my shoulders. “Can I have this dance?”

“Fuck off.”

“Ah. He’s a grouchy pants for losing.”

“I scored more touchdowns than you did, Dick, and I play defense.” Like I need to tell him that.

We won by seven, but that was entirely thanks to Walker running in two touchdowns. The guys talk more smack about the game while I suck down two ice waters. Figuring two hours is penance enough, I swivel on my barstool and make to leave.

“Party pooper leaving already?”

Kendall reaches past me and her breasts brush against my shoulder. I freeze, keeping my gaze forward, resisting the temptation to bury my nose into her bare and sweaty neck. Even after all that dancing, she still smells amazing. Something flowery, which I don’t expect from her.

She takes her time before she moves away. Holding a glass of ice water, she sips it, taking an ice cube between her teeth and crunching down on it.

“Don’t leave us already, Hump.” Buck finishes his beer and sets the empty bottle on the bar.

“Cinderella gonna turn into a pumpkin?” Dec mocks.

I don’t correct him, knowing he said that with the sole purpose of riling me up.

“The carriage turns into a pumpkin, pretty boy. Cinderella turns back into her wonderful, strong, independent self.” Kendall hip checks him.

I don’t correct her that the princess is anything but independent, falling for a man after one dance. Fuck. Love at first sight only happens in ridiculous fairy tales, and life is anything but.

“Don’t let her drink if she’s driving your ugly asses.” I stand and say bye to my teammates. It’s not that I don’t trust Kendall not to drink, it’s that I don’t trust her. Period.

She’s the epitome of a party girl. Agreeing to be Buck and Dec’s DD just for notoriety. I wouldn’t put it past them to have a threesome later. My dick doesn’t even harden at the idea.

Been there. Done that.

Never.

Fucking.

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