Page 18 of More Than A Game

He’s fucking laughing at me now as he looks from me to Sabrina, before a slow smile spreads across his face and a fucked-up light bulb goes off in his mind.

“Oh, this is gonna be fun.” I hate when this fucker gets all introspective. As he starts to head to the stairs he asks, “Listen, I’m gonna go get changed. You coming to the party?”

I loosen the tie that Coach insists we wear to and from all games. “Of course, I’m coming to the party. I need to get out of this monkey suit and take about a million ibuprofen first. Then I want to drink away the ache that’s setting in.”

Bash nods and heads to his room to get changed.

I make my way into the kitchen in search of some pain reliever and a bottle of water. The smell of pepperoni pizza has my stomach growling. Guess the girls ordered out for dinner. Moving the leftovers around in the fridge, I grab a bottle of water and start to look for the pain pills.

My body always hurts like hell after a game, but tonight is worse than usual because the game was more vicious than the last few have been. I feel like I should have soaked in an ice bath for hours.

Leaning against the counter, I swallow the pills and down my water as Sabrina comes into the kitchen.

She balances all three glasses and all three shot glasses in her hands with the bottle of tequila under her arm. Placing the glasses in the sink and the bottle back in the freezer, Brina hops up to sit on the counter next to me. “You sore, Murph?” She surprises me by running her fingers through my hair then delicately squeezing my shoulders right where they meet my neck.

Tequila might not make her clothes fall off, but it makes her bold in a way I haven’t seen from her before. “Yeah, Princess. I’m sore as shit.”

“My neck always used to be tight after a big soccer game. It’s where I held all my stress.” She’s gently massaging my shoulders as if she’s scared to hurt me when in reality, she’s fucking turning me on.

I can feel those firm tits pressing against my back and wonder what they’d feel like in my hands...my mouth. Shit, she’s still talking.

“I’d try soaking in the tub or rolling on a foam roller that’s supposed to act as a deep tissue massage, but it never felt as good as when the trainer would massage my muscles.”

“God, that feels good,” I groan. “Right there.”

She’s still rubbing, only now she’s deepening the pressure. I’ve moved my body to give her better access. Standing between her spread legs with my back to her and my head hanging loosely, while she’s still sitting on the counter, I can feel the heat coming off her body. I’m not sure if this moment is meant to be sexual, but the feel of this girl’s hands on me might actually feel better than sex.

Who the fuck am I kidding? Sex with Sabrina would be fucking insane. Something tells me this girl would light the fuck up for me.

I’d be her favorite way to relax. Only problem is Sabrina wouldn’t be okay with a one-night stand. She’d want more, and I don’t know if I can do that or if I’d even want to.

That thought has me pulling myself away and turning around. She’s still sitting on the counter, so I have to look up to see her eyes. Placing my palms on those long legs, I feel the muscles in her thighs tense and have an urge to see what they’d feel like wrapped around my waist...or my head.

“Thanks for that, Princess.” She looks so fucking kissable. Her dark hair is dancing over her shoulders. Those big, brown doe eyes are soft and unfocused, and that sexy little tongue just darted out to wet her lips. But I’m not going to kiss Sabrina Cabot in my kitchen.

I’m not supposed to be kissing anyone.

Sex. Diet.

Didn’t I just swear off girls?

Wasn’t my fucked-up week a good enough reason for me to keep my dick in check?

“I need to get changed, and then we’re heading to the party. You and Chloe want to wait for Bash and me to walk over?”

If I’m not mistaken, Sabrina looks disappointed for a hot minute before she masks it, then hops down off the counter. “Yeah. Sounds good. I’m just going to finish cleaning up the other room.”

She walks away before I can say anything else, and I’m left staring at that ass for the second time since we got home.

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