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“Come around for the first game. I have it catered for the team and staff; I’ll make sure there’s enough for you.” He looksme up and down again. “You’re small, but I bet you can pack it away as well as any of the guys.”
I shrug, not ready to admit to the world that I can eat as much as most grown men. Instead, I say,“I’m definitely interested. So, how about your favorite off-season meal? What are we going to find you eating on, say, Fourth of July?”
“I’m slow cooking as many racks of ribs in the smoker as’ll fit. Mom will bring her famous macaroni salad. Pops is probably bringing his homemade stout, and my little sister makes a killer ambrosia salad. Watermelon across its own table, as well.”
“Sounds like one heck of a meal.”
We read aloud a few comments from people sharing what they’re having, too.
“Man, these sound like some amazing meals,” Jacob says, looking away when something catches his eye. “My time is up, guys. Talk to you next time. See ya, princess.” He winks while running backwards to the team huddle.
“What did you think? Do you want more shorts with the guys? What about the coaches?” A bunch of yeses chimes through in the comments, making me laugh until an intense heat flares up my back.
“What about me, pup? Got any questions I can answer for you?” T.K. is pressed against my back as tightly as humanly possible, with his hands on my hips, fingers digging into my flesh, holding me still.
“Oh, uhm, sure, yes. What do you guys want to know about our star nose tackle, T.K. Weston?” I ask hastily, my brain on the fritz as his sweat seeps through the thin backing of my dress.
“How about that one, pup?” He points to a comment, and I swallow.
“I don’t think that’s appropriate.” My mouth dries out as I scan the question that asks if he’s as big as the leaked video implies. Clearing my throat, I read a simple one aloud. “If youcould play for any other team, which one would you choose and why?”
“Crazed Lunatics. They hit harder than any other team, and I want in on that kind of action.” One of his hands moves around to the front of my stomach, his thumb caressing up and down, launching butterflies in my belly. “Got another one for me?”
“How are you still standing after that punishment you were handed?” Seriously, I’d be a puddle of jelly and sweat on the ground by now.
“Incentives,” he murmurs before his name is called, and he leisurely leaves after brushing his fingers across my ass and lifting my skirt a few inches. His implication is clear. He wants it off me.
“Alright, guys, one quick look at practice and I’m off to edit some videos I took this morning that’ll be posted later on. Keep those questions coming, we have an entire roster to get through.”
It takes two minutes, and I log off with a new case of heart palpitations, forehead sweat, and a brain that is a fuzzy mess of mush because, what was that? And why the hell did I react so strongly?
I’m screwed if we’re ever that close again.
Chapter 5
T.K
“What the fuck were you thinking, T.K.?” Alex shouts through the phone line as I let myself into my condo. “Everyone saw you! You’re doing exactly what we asked you not to do, and on a live stream no less!” Her yelling is giving me a headache. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
Nothing she’ll want to hear.“I’m sorry; it wasn’t intentional. I was dehydrated and exhausted and made a mistake.” I’m out of any other believable excuses when the truth is, I don’t think I can live without Brea King. And that’s when a lightbulb goes off in my head. “Is that your sister?” Alex has been my agent for years, but she keeps everything professional. I know she has a younger sister, but I hadn’t anticipated this being her.
“Yes, she is.” I can hear her grinding her teeth. “So I’d appreciate it if you’d keep your fucking hands off her.”
Fuck.I groan. Of course, this is my kind of luck.
“I’m sorry, Alex.” I don’t make any promises, and she seems to miss that or ignore it.
“Just treat her with respect, T.K. Brea isn’t like other girls her age. She’s special.”
That I do know. It was clear from the second I heard her voice, looked into her eyes, and felt her skin under my fingertips.
“I’m staying in tonight, Alex. Go home, eat a good meal, go on a date.” She scoffs but hangs up, leaving me alone with my obsession for her little sister.
When Cash and Jacob touched Brea while she was doing her thing, jealousy festered and grew, breathing new life inside me. They put their hands on her. Cash kissed her, and they called her princess. The alpha in me couldn’t tolerate it, and my body did things I hadn’t given permission for.
My hands on her body were the sweetest sensation I’ve ever felt. The only sensation I want to feel for the rest of my life. I always thought the pigskin would keep me happy, but just a hint of a touch, twice in one day, and now it’s Brea. She’s the softest, sweetest thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of touching.
Snatching my laptop from the desk near the balcony in the living room, I drop onto the sofa and dive into the world of social media, where I can find Brea. She’s on several accounts for ReelShotz, a personal one, the team one, and a few small businesses. Watching her talk so passionately about what she’s marketing, I understand why the team hired her.
