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“What?” I ask.
Jack waves my question off. “It’s just your reference to fucking and fleeing. Archer used to do that when he was a playboy.”
Jack might be dismissing the phrase, but it isn’t totally irrelevant, and I know it.
“I think that’s why Jenna intimidates me.” I swallow and think about the real possibility that she could decide I’m not worth the risk and move on to someone else. I wouldn’t blame her if she did. I’m not exactly boyfriend material.
Even though I know I could be with her.
“She’s uber confident and sure of herself in bed. She’s fucking fine to look at and super smart in general. Add in that she’s a pro soccer player and about to be captain.” I swallow hard. “I don’t stand a goddamn chance, do I? Jenna was convinced that I was playing a game with her heart and head, but …” I smile to myself, knowing I’ve been outplayed in every way possible. “She was playing me all along. Even if neither of us knew it.”
Sawyer claps a hand on my shoulder, squeezing it in his palm, and I blink several times. What is it about this guy that stirs something deep inside of me?
I look up at him, not caring that he can probably see the emotions I’m feeling. This guy is a true father, the blueprint of how you should treat a son. Between him and Collins, Ezra is a lucky little dude.
Jenna was right again when she said that if I stopped acting like an asshole and actually gave people a chance, I might see the good in them.
Right here, in the Blades’ locker room, I feel myself fall for her a little harder.
“I’m royally fucked,” I say, dropping my head and pinching the bridge of my nose. “My feelings are getting stronger for her, even when she isn’t around or trying.”
Jack clears his throat, stepping toward me as Sawyer takes a pace back.
“You aren’t fucked, buddy. You’re just on your way to the greatest fucking redemption I’ve ever witnessed.” He casts his hand around the room. “Every guy in here can see and appreciate the work ethic you’re putting in for the team. You swallowed your pride and got on with being the player we knew you could be.” He edges even closer, dropping his voice to keep our conversation private. “And on a personal note, my respect for you soared when you did what you did to protect Jenna from that fucker.”
He doesn’t say Ethan’s name, and he doesn’t need to.
“I can tell the depths of your feelings just by the way you look at her.”
I simply nod at him, right as the locker room door pushes open and Coach Morgan walks in.
He scans the room, and his search finally ends when he lands on me, standing alongside my teammates. His face warms the second he takes in my surroundings, and then he quickly resets his demeanor, thumbing over his shoulder. “Grab a shower, Schneider. I need to talk with you in my office.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
JENNA
Ican’t remember the last time I slept in my own bed.
Okay, that might be an exaggeration given it was only last week, but still, I’ve been waking up at Tommy’s more often than not.
The Blades just got back from another away series in Texas, and I decided to surprise him by showing up at his place in the dead of night. Dressed in a raincoat and barely anything else.
“What do you have planned for today, Jenna?” Tommy releases a contended sigh, planting kisses along my collarbone. “It’s a crying fucking shame that you don’t like lazing around in bed because I could help fill in your free time.”
Beneath his duvet, I curl my toes, desperate for him to enter me. The skimpy outfit I wore had the desired effect, and I was railed to within an inch of my life all night, but somehow, I still want more.
“I could be convinced to stay in bed a little longer, if the offer’s on the table,” I reply with a giggle.
Tommy’s dark hair brushes over my forehead as he hovers over my body, bringing his lips to mine. “Last night was the first time that you showed up at my apartment. Normally, it’s me doing the chasing.” He licks along my bottom lip, a promise of what’s to come. “So, yeah, I’d say you’re a shoo-in for more playtime in my bedroom.”
Naked and needy for him to slide back inside me, I clamp my legs around his ass, guiding his hips toward my entrance. I know Tommy’s hard—he’s always hard for me.
Initially, he lets me have my way, pushing maybe an inch of his dick into my pussy. I feel sore and overstimulated from the way he fucked me without mercy the second he clapped eyes on the tiny black underwear lurking beneath my raincoat. But then he stops sliding inside.
I double down and squeeze my thighs tighter. “Make me come, Tommy,” I plead. “Make me scream like only you can.”
He gazes down at me, his jaw clenching as so many thoughts race through his mind.
