Page 41 of The Lie
I roll my eyes at him. “You’re not getting laid tonight.” I turn my back on him and jog over to the rest of the team.
Ihaven’t spoken to Jace all week. If it isn’t part of football, then I ignore him. Roman has been the same, but that’s different since he pretty much ignores everyone but Coach. He spent his morning in Coach’s office. I tried to overhear what they were talking about, but I couldn’t with the music and all the guys talking.
Out on the field, there’s nothing but football. All the other shit I leave behind. Jace stands behind the center and looks over at me. I tap my helmet, letting him know I’m ready, and the defense watches me.
“Gold eagle, gold eagle, hut,” Jace calls out, and it’s on.
I run, darting past the defense. Roman is on the other side of the field, running, a player gaining on him. I turn to Jace, our eyes lock, and he throws the ball. I reach out and catch it. Cradling the ball in my arm, I hightail it. Fuck yes, my blood is pumping.
A body slams into me, and we go down with a thud. Fucker. I’d had a good thing going.
Emerson helps me up. “You good?” He pats me on the back as I nod and throw the ball to the ref.
“Yeah, I’m good. Let’s go.”
This time, the play is for Roman, and he takes the pass off and barrels through the whole defensive line, running faster than I’ve ever seen him run before.
“Run! Run!” I scream as I barrel down the field after him. Ten yards, five yards…touchdown. Fuck yeah! I whoop loudly and rush to him. In the moment, I forget and jump and hug him. Then I quickly drop away from him. Shit…I look to see if he’s affected, but he just grins wildly at me.
“Fuck yeah, boys,” he calls loudly, then fist pumps me and the guys coming up to celebrate our first touchdown of the game.
If this is how the night is starting, we’ll be walking away winners.
And that’s exactly what happens. We win against the Raiders by three touchdowns. Roman made most of them tonight. I’ve never seen him play like that before. Whatever Coach said to him, it seems to have lit a fire under him or something.
“Party time?” Emerson asks as I get off the bus.
“No. Mila promised Asher and Walker that we would go over to their place and party up.”
Emerson shakes his head at me. “The fuck? You gonna party with the Kings and not your teammates?”
I pat his back and chuckle.
“You’re partying with Kings? What the hell, man?” Beau shoulder-checks me.
“Those rich boys know how to put on a party,” I tease back.
Emerson snorts. “Asshole, you know my parties are the best.” He shoves me. “Whatever, man, now you’re all loved up, it just means more pussy for me at my parties.”
I agree; the only pussy I want is Mila’s. But even calling it that doesn’t sit right with me. Before I can figure out why, Mila comes running out and wraps her arms and legs around my body and kisses me.
“Hey, sexy, I played just for you. I could hear you in the stands.”
She gives me a heated look and kisses me again. I spin us slowly in a circle as I kiss her back. Fuck, Mila’s pressed against me, and I can feel myself growing hard.
I drop her back to the ground and take her hand. She looks over my shoulder at Roman. “Roman, you want to come out with us?”
He shakes his head and makes his way to the white car he’s been driving while his Harley’s in the shop. I haven’t a clue how long it’s going to take to get it fixed, but he’s still driving the crappy car, so the bike must be really fucked up.
“Let’s go party with the enemy.” I kiss her hair, and she laughs.
“It’s not the whole team, silly. Walker’s keeping it small.”
True to Walker’s word, the party is small, and it’s mostly couples. The music isn’t so loud you can’t hear anyone, and the drinking games aren’t played with some shit beer. They have the good shit here. Walker’s house is easily twice the size of mine. He gave us a room for the night. Since his parents are rarely ever home, he has most of the team parties here.
“Mila, you wanna strip off and get in the hot tub?” Asher calls out to where she stands beside a dark-haired girl. He sways on his feet beside me; his eyes are glassy, and he winks at her.
“The fuck man, that’s my girl.” I give him a little shove, and he stumbles into a potted plant but rights himself before breaking it.
