Page 61 of Fair Catch
My eyes caught his, the commotion fading away like background noise once our gazes were locked. Zeke had a damp towel thrown over one shoulder, his broad chest and slick abdomen on display under the low lights of the locker room. I couldn’t help but trace every ridge and valley, and when my eyes made their ascent once more, I found him smirking like he knew exactly what I was thinking.
That made one of us.
It had been perhaps the most confusing forty-eight hours of my life.
From the time Zeke burst through my bedroom door and ripped Chance off me only to claim me for his own, we’d barely come up for air. We spent every waking hour of that night in a fever dream, sleeping for just a few hours before we had to drag our asses to practice the next morning.
My stomach was in knots through that entire practice, even as I soared on a high only multiple orgasms from Zeke Collins could produce. It was torture, sitting through class after, and by the time I made it back to the dorm that evening, I was ready to burst with questions about what it all meant.
But I never had the chance to breathe life into a single one of those questions, because as soon as I made it through the doorway, I was wrapped up in Zeke’s arms and carried back to his bed.
We woke just in time to climb on the bus this morning, and then it was game day, both of us focused, neither of us able to think about anything but football.
Until now.
Zeke licked his bottom lip, his tongue gliding along the flesh slowly as I traced the movement. A spark of heat flooded between my legs, and I crossed them, like that would help.
Zeke smiled wider.
The roar of the team snapped me from my haze, and I jumped up to join everyone else huddling in the middle. As soon as Holden called out No Days Off and hands flew into the air, the team started to disperse.
And Zeke walked right up to me.
“Nice game, Mighty Mouse.”
I narrowed my eyes, but unlike before, that glare was undermined by a smile I couldn’t contain. “Yeah, you did alright. For a kick returner.”
His brows shot up into his hairline. “Just alright? I had two returns for more than forty yards each.”
“Yeah,” I said, stepping into him as I lowered my voice. “But… you didn’t score.”
A wicked gleam found his eyes. “Yet.”
My cheeks flushed, and then Leo popped up between us, throwing his arm around me first and then Zeke.
“We’re going out,” he said, eyeing each of us before he pointed a finger straight into my chest. “That means you, too, Novo.”
I laughed, peeling his arm off me. “I think that hotel bed is calling my name.”
“Ohhh no, it isn’t. Not until at least midnight,” Leo argued, and then he threw me up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
And where I usually would have flailed and smacked him upside the head until he put me down, I only laughed as he ran me around the locker room.
“We won. Our season is on fire. And we’re in Philadelphia for one night only. You’re coming,” he said with finality, giving my ass a little smack as he finally sat me down.
Who could argue with that?
“I don’t believe you.”
“Neither does anyone else,” Clay assured me with a grin, tapping his water glass against mine. Most of the guys on the team had fake IDs or were known enough around campus that getting a drink there was never an issue.
But we weren’t at our campus, therefore we had to sneak shots from the guys on the team who were old enough to buy them. We all nursed water in-between.
“I don’t care whether you do or not,” Leo said with a shrug, his eyes glazed and smile lazy. “But you asked if I’d ever had a threesome, and I answered your question.”
The bar we’d found was a few blocks off campus, a dark dive crawling with students who were visibly upset to see most of us had worn our North Boston Rebels gear to the bar.
Or should I say, most of the guys seemed pissed off to see us — the girls didn’t mind at all, especially not when our cornerback and safety ripped their shirts off overhead and dared a few of them to do body shots off their abs.
“We might have believed you if all you’d said was yes,” Holden pointed out. “It’s the fact that you then said it was with the university president’s daughter and her best friend that you lost us.”
“Just because her dad runs the school and she has a 4.0 GPA doesn’t mean she doesn’t like to get a little freaky when the lights go down.”
