Page 21 of Stealing Forever

Shit. I said that out loud.

Fuck it.

I smirk at her, but don’t touch on the subject further. “I’ve got to run.”

Flee, more like.

Abandoning the almond milk and shaker bottle on the counter, I rush to Sailor and give her another quick kiss on top of the head. “Love you, Sail. Daddy will see you in a few hours, okay?”

I vaguely register my daughter saying goodbye as I practically sprint from my kitchen, unable to look Hailey in the eye.

She’s going to quit. I practically dry humped her from behind in the middle of my kitchen, after jacking off to the thought of her this morning. Thankfuckshe doesn’t know the latter, or I’d probably be in cuffs by now.

By the time I make it out of my driveway and onto the road, my heart is racing and I’m still hard from remembering how Hailey’s body felt against mine. I’m fucked, so fucked.

I want her.

God dammit, she’s the last person on this planet I should want.

Resting my hand on top of the steering wheel I coast down the freeway and palm my aching shaft that will not calm the fuck down, trying to adjust quickly—the stadium is about to come in to view.

The last thing on my mind should be the redheaded vixen caring for my daughter, spending her days at my home and already fitting in so perfectly to our lives.

I should be thinking about work. About the Bears.

My to-do list for today is so long, I’m not sure I’ll accomplish everything—not with the way these dickheads on the team act with each other. It didn’t take long for them to settle in as a family, taunting and pranking each other at every turn, which I do appreciate. Makes my job slightly easier.

But I know I’ll have my work cut out for me today when I see Jensen, Austin, and Gareth leaning against a brand new, blacked out, McLaren Artura the second I pull into the nearly empty stadium lot. I don’t know which one of these dumbasses mismanaged their money this immensely, but I swear twenty-somethings shouldn’t have access to the millions they earn each year.

Gareth’s smile broadens as I pull up next to the car. I’d put money on it being Austin’s. Seems like something he’d go out and buy.

“Hey, Coach.” Gareth pops open the top of a pink donut box, presenting it to me as I hop out of my truck.

“Mornin’,” I grumble, purposely leaving out ‘good’ since it hasn’t been that great on my end. My brows furrow. I can’t believe I fucking did that.

“Thought we could all use something sweet this morning.”

Grabbing my duffle from the backseat, I eye the donuts while I nudge both car doors closed. The box would send my kid into a frenzy. Cake donuts with frosting of chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, and— “Sprinkles?”

“Fuck ya.” Austin grabs a pink one and shoves half into his mouth. “These are the best. Don’t try to deny it.” Crumbs fly from his lips with every syllable.

Gareth shakes his head at Austin. “For some reason this is the only thing the donut shop had left.”

“You’re a fucking pig,” Jensen scoffs, his face full of disgust as he looks at Austin.

Austin simply laughs. “Oh, c’mon. Pull the stick out of your ass, Fields.”

“I’m good, thanks though,” I finally say to Gareth once the exchange between Jensen and Austin is over. He closes the lid.

“I expect you three on the field in ten.” I press the key fob in my pocket, engaging the lock on my truck.

“You got it!” Austin calls out, but I’m already a quarter of the way through the parking lot.

I was right—I’m going to have my work cut out for me today.

CHAPTER SIX

By the time I hear Declan’s keys clinking together as he unlocks his front door, I’m curled up on his couch under a blanket, with a bowl of popcorn in my lap and one of my favorite movies playing.

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