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“Is that something you want—me pissing on you?” He asks.
Do I?
The pressure expands in my balls.
Huh.
Wait, is that a blush spreading over his face?
I wet my lips. “Why?” I drop my voice. “You want to piss on me?”
His gaze darkens. “Baby, is there anything you won’t try?”
“With you?”
He nods.
“This!” I point the camera down at my blue balls. “I would never agree to this.”
“It hasn’t even been a week. We only got our test results back a few days ago.”
“Pssh. It feels like a month. How are you so calm? Last night I actually thought about fucking a bowl of spaghetti.”
He snorts. “That’s like a Tuesday night for you.”
“Asshole.” I laugh. “Your flight from Phoenix still gets in at 12:30 tonight?”
“Yeah, I confirmed with the jet company last night,” he says. “I head straight to the airport after the game. Don’t fall asleep.”
There shouldn’t be traffic at that time.LA gods come through.
“You didn’t change your mind about me?—”
“No. I promised,” he replies. “I’ll just need a second to, you know, when I get in.”
“Cool. Damn…I’m excited.”
“Me too. Ready to kick Atlanta’s ass and send ’em packing?”
I nod. “You already know.”
“Aight. Let’s go take care of business.”
“Have a safe flight,” I say. “Love you.”
“Love you.”
CHAPTER 58
SALEM
The half-time buzzer rings out, and we pile back to the locker room, up twelve points against Phoenix.
“Good lookin’” I say, catching the towel a locker room attendant throws my way. I crash into the chair, dry off, and down some water.
I’m reaching for my phone when Onyx says, “Hey!” and drops into the seat next to me. “Thanks for having my back with that rebound at the end of the first.”
“No doubt.”
