Page 77 of Honey Undone
“In nothing but rugby shorts.” Sunday added so quickly her words strung together.
“In nothing but rugby shorts for Sunny, because she asked so nicely,” Jensen said, not looking away from Kaia as he extended his hand to her.
He started to back away when I stepped forward, “also if we win by more than three tries, Bright, BooneandJudd all have to come,” I warned loud enough for them to hear me. I watched as their expressions changed from confident to worried.
“And how do you expect me to convince them of that?” Jensen asked me, purposefully stretching his arms over his head and showing off the hardened ridges of his stomach as his jersey rode up.
“You’re the charming one, figure it out.” I scrunched my nose up at him before turning back to the team. “Wecannotlose.” My tone dropped and I narrowed my eyes on all of them.
“Your lack of faith in us is rattling, Minty.” Rhea grinned, showing all her sharp teeth as her hungry eyes scanned the line of men on the other side of the field.
“Not a lack of faith, questioning our focus. We can’t just rough them up, we need towin.” I warned as the girls started to huddle around. We ran over a few plays, hyping ourselves up as Coach talked to Brighton at center field.
“We’re playing sevens because the Hornets couldn’t find enough players,” Coach said.
“Pussies,” Kaia coughed out.
“Do you know how hard it is to talk anyone to go up against godzilla?” Van said from the other side of the line. “Rhea has better personal records than half the guys on our team.”
Rhea beamed at Van like he had just called her every sweet thing in the book and gave him a little wink before her face dropped back into focus and narrowed in on Todd who was rearranging what little cock he had smuggled into his rugby shorts.
“Statement stands.” Kaia shrugged.
They had collected the usual suspects, and I recognized a good handful of the lined up baseball players. Jensen, Dean…Cael and Van… Todd. But their ringer was Arlo King himself standing at the end of the line with a grumpy expression on his chiseled face. The three other guys all looked equally terrified as Coach ran through the rules for them.
“I want Kaia’s wraps checked,” Boone said over the noise of conversation. His white shirt was damp and stuck to the rolling form of muscles, giving show to all the patchwork tattoos that littered his massive toned body beneath. The growl that left Kaia was feral and she glared at him like her eyes could burn holes in his skin. “Don’t give me that look, Killer. You’re just as much of a cheat as I am,” he purred with a bright, knowing smile.
Kaia, unwrapped her left hand, wiggling it at him before flipping him off with a bare set of knuckles, “The brass is reserved for dickheads,” she sneered.
“Mmhmm,” Boone eyed her with that same smile before backing off to join Judd on the sidelines.
“Let’s get this game started before the rain gets heavy,” Coach barked, her whistle slipping between her lips. “Play safe, play fair… if I see anyone out there getting too rough this game is being called. I am not bringing the ambulance down here today or risking a bunch of D1 athletes over a bet, do you understand me?” She looked over both teams and we all nodded in agreement.
As soon as Sunday’s foot touched the ball it was apparent that the Hornets had been given a crash course on rules from the guys. They were nowhere near ready for the onslaught of contact and within seconds Sunday had slipped between Dean and Van like she was invisible, both of them grabbing at her but too slow to turn on their heels and she was gone, jogging into the scoring zone and tapping the ball on the ground between the posts.
“Easy like a Sunday morning.” Kaia dog whistled at her.
Even Boone was clapping from the sideline.
“Whose team are you on?” Jensen asked him, kicking at the grass with a bright smile as he whipped around to look at me.
You’re screwed, I mouthed at him and he nodded, running a muddy hand through his hair. I patted Rhea on the ass to get her to move into position, forcing her to abandon her current round of taunting.
“Rough start, Todd,” Rhea said, her eyes on him trying to push himself off the ground, stomping her foot in a puddle and kicking up the mud into his face. He clambered from the puddle and found his footing just in time for the next play to start.
Three more easy tries were scored before the Hornets started to find their groove, Arlo slipped back into a leader position easily, his voice loud and commanding as he organized them back into their line and Sunday tapped the ball.
Rhea was quick to protect, her body wrapping around Van, who was the only Hornet with any tackling experience and with all her strength lifted him out of Sunday’s route. The two of them hit the dirt hard, Van laughing loudly as they rolled around in the mud to get loose from each other.Good hit, was chimed out as I skipped past them to fill the gap. Cosy was quick to cover the pass, intercepting Jensen with a hard hit that sounded painful as they went down but it left Sunday to hurdle them with a semi-clear path to the other end of the field.
“Moose,” I called to Sunday, who was running straight into the arms of Dean. Her eyes darting over her shoulder, the blonde strands sticking to her face as she flicked the ball back into the gut of Kaia.
Kaia took the ball and goose-stepped around Dean only to run straight into the broad chest of Arlo.Shit, he was quick and as she scooped her knees higher to dart around him he reached out and wrapped one arm around her waist and pushed her to the ground, careful not to use his full weight.
Before she could get control, the ball skipped from her fingers, popping out with force and bouncing out of bounds.
“Fair,” Bright called, stretching his impressively long arms out at his side. He had stripped down to his training pants and a light t-shirt that was billowing in the wind much like the dark waves of his hair. He stared at me with dark blue eyes and smiled, because we had fucked up. “Ball out.”
“They’re going to get hurt, they don’t know how to do this properly,” I warned him, skirting around him as he turned his nose up at the mud covering my jersey.
