Page 4 of Hell Hath No Fury
“Hey, don’t look at me. It’s the team rules.”
“Fucking team rules.”
Callie looks from me to Eric. “Is this a bad time?”
“Hell no.” Cradling her face, I brush my lips against hers. “It’s the best surprise you could have given me.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes,” I rasp, my voice tight. Leaning closer, I whisper in her ear so only she can hear me. “Now we’ll go and have that drink with the team, but then I’m taking you home and cashing in on that promise you made me.”
“Promises, promises,” Callie sing-songs.
“One drink,” I say, loud enough for Eric to hear too.
Of course, it’s not just one drink. The Pit, a local bar the team frequents, is full of fans, and everybody is in a good mood since we just won the game. I don’t have it in me to mind since Callie is sitting in my lap, laughing at the anecdote Stevens, one of our kickers is telling.
My fingers play with her golden hair. It is pulled in a high ponytail; that familiar sweet scent that’s all her is overwhelming my senses with every move she makes. She’s dressed in a pair of jeans and a hoodie with my number on it, completely casual and at ease.
And mine.
Completely and utterly mine.
She looks over her shoulder at me, those blue eyes even wider than usual. “They seriously stole your clothes?”
“Of course they did. Assholes.” I look over at my teammates, who are laughing their asses off. “All of them.”
“Hey, it’s not our problem you didn’t keep your locker under lock and key.”
“I thought you being pros and all, were above petty shit like that.”
“Dude, just because we are pros, we have to find our fun where and how we can,” Justin, one of the more seasoned players, chimes in. “Otherwise, things would get boring around here.”
“And who better to play pranks on than the rookies?” somebody down the table adds.
“Like I said, assholes, all of you.”
Callie turns in my lap, her ass rubbing against my dick. You’d think I’d lose some of that pent-up tension but nope. I haven’t seen her in way too long. My body craves her. I want to touch her, kiss her, feel that silky ski—
“I wish I was there to see it.”
I let out a frustrated groan. Leaning closer so only she can hear it, I whisper, “You can see me running around naked any time you want, Angel. No questions asked.”
Her blue eyes darken at my words, color flooding her cheeks.
Okay, I’ve had it.
“Time to go home.” Tightening my hold on her, I rise and put her to her feet, her hand tightly gripped in mine. “You, dumbasses, have fun. We’re out of here.”
“Hayden!” Callie chuckles but doesn’t protest as I tug her through the crowd toward the door, nodding goodbye at the owner who’s standing behind the bar.
“Pay up, assholes!” Eric’s holler is followed by a chorus of groans.
“Did they—” Callie looks over her shoulder, but I don’t bother stopping. No, I’m a man on a mission. Get out. Get home. Get my hands on Callie and never let go.
“Bet on how long we’d stay? Yeah, they did. I told you I’m surrounded by assholes.”
Somebody enters the bar, and we manage to slip outside before the door closes on us. The cool November air hits me in the face the moment we step outside, biting at my cheeks.
