Page 67 of Honey Undone
“You’re sugarcoating it to make me feel better,” I sighed.
“I’m being serious,” she responded with a sigh. “You are exactly what they want. You’re trying to lower your standards so you aren’t disappointed and I get that, Addy, I do. But you’ve worked so hard to get to this game and it would be a waste of all that time spent proving everyone wrong to give up now.” Kaia stared at me with her mean, dark brown eyes and waited for the confidence to click back in place. “This is the one place you aren’t invisible, you made sure of that. You wanted this attention, now own it.”
I inhaled and held my breath before letting it out again with a sharp nod.
“That’s my girl.”
It was a long game of back and forth. The second the whistle was blown to start, the Hurricane’s were all over us. We were and always would be a team of speed but it didn’t mean we weren’t prepared to defend ourselves when the time came.
Kaia and Rhea had taken back to back turns in the sin bin after Amber had found a spare second to take a cheap shot on Sunday. Shortly after Amber was subbed out for another girl and the game went back to fair play but their blood was already boiling and both teams were more concerned on protecting then they were running.
We needed to refocus if we wanted to win this game.
“Watch for Kiely,” Cosy was out of breath as we pushed back to allow Sunday to kick the ball. We needed one more good drive and we’d win with a comfortable point gap but the Hurricanes were playing like the intense cardio wasn't affecting them and all of the Hillcats were running on steam.
Sunday looked to me as we clicked into place in unison and she kicked a high, hanging kick that floated through the air and gave me time to rush the field. Rhea stayed on my tail and protected my body as I surged through the air to get the ball in my hands and regain possession before Kiely, the Hurricanes best back, charged to do the same. When my toes hit the turf, she was there but Rhea was faster, blocking the lunge and taking the tackle to open the lane on my right.
I could hear two more Hurricane players narrowing in on either side of me from behind, barely a yard out and the sound of their cleats ripping into the earth fueled me faster. I could see Kaia out of the corner of my eye, and passed the ball hard. It hit her with a slap and she was able to avoid the tackle with precision before swinging back around and passing it backward into me. The crowd was electric for the two of us, but we still had a little to go without getting caught up for the confusing play to be worth the trouble.
“Left,” Kaia yelled and I pushed off that foot chucking the ball to her. She moved in a smooth one eighty just like we had run a hundred times and popped out on my right with a determined grin on her face. She didn’t have to say aword, she hurled the ball toward me from the right and I extended my arms as it slammed into my stomach and I wrapped it up. I didn’t stumble a single step as I took off, mere yards from the line and perfectly centered beneath the uprights.
I slid out of reach of the attacker and rolled until the ball was between me and the grass and the try was called fair. A loud barrage of whistling and screaming came from behind me in the stands and I turned to see half the Hornet’s team, sweaty and red faced screaming in celebration. My heart was racing, they must have come straight from their game to catch the tail end of ours.
Jensen was bear hugging an excited Van, his hair damp from a quick shower but his gaze snapped to mine and he gave me a wink as I backed away slamming into the chest of Rhea and Kaia who were ready to do celebrating of their own.
“You caught it!” Kaia screamed as Rhea hauled me up onto her shoulders. “You caught it from the right side, you beautiful bitch!” She slammed into Rhea who took the hit with grace and managed to keep me balanced as we traipsed to center field to shake hands.
She set me back on the ground for Cosy and Sunday to wrap me up. “Stunning,” Cosy hissed with a smile, “feels good to win this one.”
“Damn right it does, now let’s party.” I hollered and wrapped my arm around her shoulder as we filed into line. We shook hands and as we made our way back to the tunnel a set of arms wrapped around my middle tightly. Jensen's lips nuzzled against my sweaty neck as he lifted me off the ground against his chest.
“Hi Belle,” he purred, turning me around and lifting me off the ground until I was wrapped around his waist with my hands resting on his shoulders.
“Hi Lover,” I said with a whisper, before I grabbed his chin, angled his head to the side and kissed thelovertattoo behind his ear. “You must have won, look at the smile on you,” I said, stealing a kiss from his lips, one hand wrapping around my middle his other finding its way up my back to my neck as he deepened it. He smiled against my lips as he broke away with a tiny chuckle.
“By three runs,” he hummed. “You looked incredible out there.”
I scrunched my nose up, “Let’s hope it's enough to impress the scouts.” I blurted without thinking and watched as something flickered across his face that he hid well but not fast enough. I hadn’t really thought about what I was losingif everything worked out the way I wanted, but I pushed aside the feeling and kissed Jensen again, distracting us both from the unknown.
JENSEN
Unknown:
Is your backdoor open?
Unknown:
How much for a handjob?
Ishoved my phone back in my pocket and climbed from the car. I was one more invasive, disgusting text away from changing my numbers. The only texts I wanted were ones from Adeline and the one I had gotten before practice had me rushing through drills just to get to her.
I was in so deep, I could feel her in my sleep.
Of course, Adeline looked like a fucking dream.
Her hair was loose around her shoulders and all the color had returned to her skin since being sick. She was wearing jeans that hung wide on her legs and a tiny cropped mesh shirt that showed off her toned stomach and begged for me to touch. Kaia was leaning against her in a minidress and a rough-looking jean jacket with a concerning smile across her usually stern face.
“You’re late, fuckboy,” Kaia snipped.
