Page 76 of Honey Undone
“About California?” I asked. The answer was no, I hadn’t. I had given my answer to Coach, I was going come season end. It was too big of an opportunity to pass up, but even the thought of talking to Jensen about it made me sick to my stomach.
“Not about that,” Kaia said, poking my cheek. “About how you feel about him.”
“There’s nothing to talk about it’s just a casual thing between us, he knows that and so do I.” I pushed away from her gently, double checking my laces andthe tensor wrap around my knee. I could feel her glare, the heat pooled between my shoulder blades and it was laced with judgement.
I thought about defending myself from her onslaught of silent arguments when Sunday opened her mouth again, “do you think they have mouth guards?” She asked.
“God I hope.” I paused, before turning to the team. “Alright I know today is goofy, but we have a point to prove and I am not letting those boys leave this field without a decent amount of bruises, a win and Toddhasto cry.”
“Which one is Todd?” One of the girls asked.
“You’ll know,” Rhea, Kaia and I all said in unison.
We made our way out to the field to find the Hornets stretching on the other side dressed head to toe in Hog colors.
“Who the fuck gave them those?” Rhea was the first to ask, breaking out of the line up and stepping onto the field with a dirty look.
“That fucking asshole,” Cosy grumbled, her middle finger extending out to a waving Judd Loveday, who was standing next to Boone and Brighton on the other side of the field.
“God, he sticks that beautiful thick head in everyone’s business and if he didn’t look like a Viking god, I’d probably share your sentiment…” Kaia hummed, her body leaning into mine as she swooned.
“Are you going to be able to concentrate?” I asked Kaia and she smiled at me.
“Are you?” She countered, her eyes sweeping the Hornet’s team and landing on Jensen, bent over tying his cleats.
“Holy fucking shit,” the words tumbled from me before I could stop them. It was like a slow-motion scene out of a romantic comedy, we all lined up in silence to watch him in the misty weather. Every inch of him damp and shiny from the rain. The rugby shorts hugged every muscle in his strong thighs and ass. Every single tattoo was on display and every single girl on the team gave him their full attention as he straightened out.
“Fuck,” Sunday mumbled as he smiled at me and started across the field. His hair was damp and hung on his forehead in funny, messy curls that begged to be touched. “At this rate,Iwon’t even be able to concentrate.”
“Nice gear,” I said as he got closer and he looked down at himself.
“It’s a little snug,” Jensen groaned, pulling at the hem of his shorts around his thighs.
“No, they fit perfectly, baby…” I looked down at his thick thighs and wet my bottom lip. I couldn’t figure out if I wanted them on him forever, or permanently off him…
“I guess someone told Boone about the game today, him and Judd came down to the stadium with a box of crap for us to use,” Jensen explained, his hand reaching out to wrap around my waist but Kaia interjected, slamming a rugby ball into his stomach with a glare on her sharp face.
“No fraternizing with the enemy, get back to your side of the field fuckboy,” she said with a smirk, but it didn’t stop Jensen from leaning around her with his hand on the ball to kiss my jaw gently. His direct defiance of Kaia’s orders only riled her up further but he wasn’t paying her any mind.
Jensen dared to tease as he pulled back. “What we’re we supposed to play in, our baseball pants?”
“No,” both Sunday and I chimed in and Jensen laughed at the ridiculous show of love for the rugby shorts.
“You involved the Hogs, that’s foul play and we haven’t even started,” Kaia argued.
“We had to make sure that the game was played fairly, you didn’t think we were going to let your coach solo referee us?” A smug look formed on Jensen’s face and I could feel the heat rising in Kaia beside me.
“Boone Black is the biggest cheat on this field, he doesn’t put a toe on it. You want fair, you can have Brighton. He’s a stickler for the rules and won’t make bad calls just so you win,” Kaia argued and Sunday giggled as Rhea paced around behind us like she was going to war.
“You’re taking this way too seriously.” Jensen looked over his shoulder at the Hornets, all waiting for instruction.
“Maybe you aren’t taking it seriously enough,” she said, watching him like a hawk. “Maybethere needs to be higher stakes,” she snapped.
“No more bets.” I shook my head, trying to stop what was coming but Jensen and Kaia were paying me no attention and there was no stopping what came out of his mouth next.
“We win, you all show up to the next baseball game, painted head to toe with pom poms. The Hornets need some new cheerleaders,” he said to her and I sighed as she started to laugh.
“Alright.” Kaia nodded, her laugh dying out as she looked up at him, “but if you lose, the bet stands only you all show up to our game… painted head to toe with pom poms.”
