Page 83 of Playbook
“Alec is home, and I don’t think I can sneak you in without answering a hundred questions first.” She wiggles out of my hold and quickly gets dressed.
“It looks like you should have been shopping for more than a bed.” She motions with her head toward my makeshift nightstand. A moving box propped up next to the bed.
“Why? This one works just fine.” I reach into the box and pull out a strip of condoms.
She laughs. “Oh my god. That’s the most bachelor thing I’ve ever seen.”
I give her a sheepish smile before I drop them back inside. Yeah, she’s right. I probably do need a proper nightstand, but picking out all that shit is exhausting.
I reluctantly pull on my T-shirt and adjust my dick, hoping he’ll get the message this isn’t happening today.
I hug her again when we’re both fully clothed. “Don’t go.”
The front door closes, and the house gets louder immediately. I recognize Tripp and Merrick’s voices through the walls.
“Your teammates are going to think we were in here having sex.”
“We would have been if they’d waited another fifteen minutes.”
“This is probably a bad idea,” she says.
“Probably.” I suck her bottom lip into my mouth. Her arms go around my neck and it’s several seconds of kissing each other like it might be the last time before she pulls back. She looks beautiful with puffy lips and flushed cheeks, and I get off on the fact I did that to her.
She puts a foot of distance between us, then her gaze drops to the bed. “More fan mail?”
I forgot about the envelope Archer dropped off. I step forward and pick it up. My brows furrow. My name and address are handwritten on the front, but it’s the return name that makes me pause. Sabrina Whitlock.Sabrina. It’s probably a coincidence. I haven’t had another text from her in a week or so. But my stomach swirls with unease anyway.
“Brogan?” London says my name, head dipping to catch my gaze.
“Sorry.” I shake my head and shove the letter into my pocket. “Nah. Just junk mail. I don’t give out this address.”
“Maybe a stalker fan then.”
I snag her arm and tug her back to me. I really don’t want her to go. I press my lips against hers. “I hope she’s cute like you.”
“I am not a stalker,” she says.
“Just a fan who once sent me her panties.”
“Those weren’t mine.”
I gasp like I’m shocked. “No? Say it isn’t so. I’ll have to dig through my collection and toss those out.”
She makes a deep hum of disapproval, and I get more than a little enjoyment out of the possible jealousy I detect.
She pulls back again, this time moving toward the door. “Walk me out?”
“Duh,” I say, stepping into my shoes before joining her. “What kind of boyfriend do you think I am?”
“The kind that isn’t real,” she says quietly as we walk hand in hand down the hall and into the living room where Archer is chilling with Tripp and Merrick.
I slap her on the ass. “My dick isreallyhard. That real enough for you?”
Her mouth parts in shock and then a surprised laugh escapes her lips. The guys in the living room glance up as we come into view. Archer’s smirking but the rest don’t give the fact that London and I were just in my room together a second thought. Why would they? They already thought we were sleeping together. Something I hope to make a reality very, very soon.
“Six!” Tripp says.
“What’s up, guys?” I squeeze London’s hand a little tighter so she can’t flee like I’m sure she’s considering.
