Page 10 of Worth the Risk

“Huh?” I glance to April and then straight back to the man who seems entertained by this situation.

“My uncle? He’s the Winds football head coach. That’s how you recognize him,” she states.

My grandmother would most definitely be clutching her pearls if she knew I slept with my best friend’s uncle/godfather who is walking her down the aisle, and apparently, he is also the famous football coach that every person who has a sliver of interest in Chicago sports has talked about at some point—except me. Because, apparently, I live under a rock, so I never realized who this man who made me see stars actually is.

Heat spreads through my body as I’m either blushing or getting swallowed by the predicament that I just found myself in.

Because this man is supposed to be walking my best friend down the aisle as a fill-in father, and she has no idea that he’s my mystery man.

“Leave her alone, April. Something tells me your friend prefers sporting activities that involve ice.” He tips his head slightly to the side before bringing the glass to his lips, and he sips his whiskey while trying to hide that damn sexy smirk.

Because his look tells me that tonight, he may just want me to squirm again.

4

HUDSON

Piper is standing before me, and yeah, I get my kicks out of her face turning slightly crimson. What are the chances that she and I were connected all along? Damn my niece and her love for nicknames, but this is a fucking fantastic twist.

Or at least, I’m enjoying this ride.

Piper, on the other hand, looks like she may combust. And I don’t mind one bit.

“I’m going to check in on Jeff. Do you mind?” April asks us both.

Piper is quick to shake her head. “Of course not.”

“Oh, don’t you worry. I’m sure I can find something to talk to Piper about to keep her occupied.” I throw on a cunning grin.

April smiles in appreciation before walking off, but my eyes remain on the woman who has been haunting my thoughts for weeks.

The breath of fresh air that I had for one night before she disappeared.

“This is not happening.” Piper seems to be speaking to herself. Her chest is moving visibly up and down.

Stepping closer, I ensure that I’m close enough for the next few minutes of our conversation to be only between us.

“You know this coincidence is, well…” I can’t pinpoint it, but a sound escapes me.

Her eyes dart up to my own. “April can’t know about us.”

“What? The part that we already met or the part that you love to sit on my face.” I offer her a tight smile. I’ve never had qualms about taking people out of their comfort zone, that’s what being a coach is all about.

Piper seems to grow a little agitated by my comment, proven by her sexy-as-hell death stare, but I don’t care. After all, she left before dawn.

“You may find this humorous, but… damn it, I told her a few details about that night, not realizing who the hell you were. Oh no.” She touches her mouth in a panic. “Exactly why she can’teverknow.”

Admittedly, it’s going to be an awkward-as-fuck conversation with April one day if she does ever find out, but I can’t help but point out the obvious.

My smirk stretches. “Ah, so you do remember that night in great detail and felt it was worthy of discussion.”

Her eyes survey the room before she steps a smidgen closer to me. “That night wasn’t… I mean, I don’t normally do what I did.”

I feel like she is trying to justify her actions, and I won’t be having that. “You don’t need an excuse, just own it. You are allowed to ride cock the way you do.”

“Jesus,” she curses. “Do you not have a filter?”

I chuckle under my breath. “Around you? No.” That I’m honest about. “Besides, I don’t exactly owe you manners after you left a cold spot on your side of the bed.”

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