Page 198 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

“Yes,” she beams but doesn’t move from her spot.

Goodness, an opportunity.

“Red lips, huh?” my words are tender, and my ears ring with the pumping beat of my heart. I’ve wanted to make a move ever since I got a taste of her lips in the nurse’s office, but so much has happened since then.

So much has grown in this dynamic we’re creating between all of us.

“Like it?” Her eyes dilate the longer we stare at one another. God, she’s so damn hot.

“Love it,” I whisper.

“Thanks,” she states with pride. “It’s kiss-proof.”

With a wink, she tries to move away, but my hand is around her wrist before I can stop myself. Tugging her back, I don’t think when I hook my arm in front of her, just below those plump breasts of hers.

She has no choice but to look up and back to question my motives with the slight height difference thanks to my monster Jeep, but I don’t let my nerves and uncertainties stop me from my newfound mission.

To kiss Mickey right here and now.

My lips land right at home, the touch simply electrifying as it fuels all my inner desires.

Awakens the possessive masculinity that’s been yearning to come out and enjoy this sweet woman of ours.

There’s something about Mikayla that turns a switch on inside me. Again and again, no matter the situation, I feel empowered by her presence, and in return, I become the man I admire in my mind.

The ‘Ace’ who should always be on the surface to fight for what he desires.

As much as I want the kiss to last forever, I break it so we don’t get caught making out like this so openly. After our game, it’s clear social media is on the hunt to get anything on our team, and that includes our very popular Team Nurse Intern, Mikayla Cross Johnson.

“You’re right,” I whisper as I observe her red lips, which are surprisingly intact after the deliverance of my deep kiss. “It is kiss-proof.”

Her smile can’t get any bigger.

“Had to test it out?” she hums.

“Had to,” I emphasize. “Or else I’d make sure you get a refund.”

That makes her giggle before she leans back against me and the car. She’s looking forward, and I’m wondering if she’s making sure no one saw what we just did.

I wonder if she actually cares.

“What’s on Mickey’s mind?” I decide to ask.

“Sometimes I wonder if this is really real?” she quietly admits. “You know… us trying this out.”

“Feels surreal,” I confess in agreement and watch her slight nod before she peers up and back at me again.

“You’re okay with this, right? I mean… I know we’ve only kissed and stuff, but… well… I’ve never really done something like this before.” I can see her nervousness while she peers up into my eyes. “I feel like I should be confident and all. Sometimes… I feel really confident at the moment, but other times, like now, I’m a bit wary.”

“Why, Mickey?” I ask and dare to lay a kiss on her forehead. “Talk to me, Sweetheart.”

“I think I’m more scared than anything of fucking this up,” she admits. “I know it’s new, and it’s okay to feel the way I feel. I just worry if I take things too fast or too slow, someone will be left behind, or we’ll move so far ahead that it’ll come crashing down unexpectedly. I don’t know. It’s kinda hard to explain.”

I let her have a moment to think as she tries to figure things out in her mind.

“I’ve read books where things are polyamory. Like, they call it reverse harem or why-choose, and it’s so acceptable online. Readers… or Booktokers go wild over it, and it’s accepted by the masses, who agree that the main character can’t choose just one guy when they’re all so perfect for her. Yet I know if it was real life, everything would be different.”

“When it comes to reality, there are a lot more judgmental haters,” I admit.

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