Page 86 of Irresistibly Risky

My girl sucked me off like she was trying to win the gold medal for blowjobs, and then I swooped her up into my arms, plastered her sweet pussy over my face, and ate her out. I’ve never had that happen to me before. I’ve never woken up with a woman’s mouth on my morning wood. I’ve never had her sit on my face until I made her come, and then spent the remaining few minutes we had before the alarm went off just kissing and snuggling and holding her.

In the early morning light, she looked so beautiful. So peaceful and content, and it hit me like a marching band that it’s a look on her face I don’t see very often. It’s a look I swore then and there to work my ass off to replicate morning after morning, day after day.

She might not fully grasp this yet, but she’s not alone anymore. She has me, and I’m her guy, and I’m not going anywhere. It’s what I’ve been trying to prove to her for the last week since we became official. A week of being together and living a secret life.

But last week, after hearing what Coach did to her when she was a child, it’s been hell on wheels not confronting the man or simply grasping him by his neck and squeezing until all the available oxygen in his body is snuffed out.

Like right now as I walk past the owner’s office and hear the two of them speaking. Randolph never closes his door, and with that, I can hear everything.

“He’s green, Joe. If the reports on Reyes’ shoulder are accurate, then he’ll be back on the field in a couple of months at most. I still don’t know how we got so lucky with that.”

“He got lucky with that Super Bowl, Randolph. The team carried him on their back, and last year was flat at best. It’s why you brought me in. Leo’s stats in college showed growth from year to year. That’s what we need. I’m just not sure how much more growth Asher has in him.”

I frown as grief slams into me, the force of it knocking me against the wall.

“I agree we need more growth. Especially after a mostly unproductive year last year. But Reyes is this team. He’s this city. You’ll face one hell of a fight if you try to replace him.”

“Maybe. But winning is why we’re here and I think Leo can be a winner. He’s looked good on the field so far.”

“Perhaps. Winning is why I brought you here. Show me you can, and we’ll talk again.”

I move away from the door, unsure if their conversation is done but already knowing I don’t want to be there when Joe leaves. Coach doesn’t like me. That much is clear. I still don’t understand why Randolph drafted Leo so high in the first round. He was good in college but far from lights out.

And I really don’t understand what he has against me.

I’ve been helping the kid because it helps my team, but ultimately my loyalty to that will hurt me in the end.

On numb legs, I make my way through the tunnels, into the locker room, and then into the weight room. Naturally, the rookie is here, and naturally, he’s chatting with my woman, making her smile and laugh.

“Morning, has-been,” he greets me, and though this has become our routine, ribbing each other because that’s what ball players do, it grates especially rough this morning. Leo is actually a good kid, and I’ve grown to like him a lot more than I ever thought I would. I want him to succeed, and I want him to lead a team at the highest level.

I just don’t want him to do that with my team.

“Morning, will-never-be.” I toss him a wave and then go over to the leg press, needing some serious heat on my muscles to burn off all this extra emotion I can’t seem to shake.

I set myself into the machine and then push the metal plate and weights with a heavy grunt and a thrust. My thighs already burn, the weight on the machine set to thirty pounds more than my usual lift.

“Good morning, Mr. Reyes. How’s the shoulder treating you?”

“Good morning, Dr. Hathaway. It’s still attached, so I guess that’s something.”

I can’t see her face from this angle, but I know her well enough to know she does not like that response. “Are you in pain?” she asks softly after a quiet half-beat.

“Nope. But ask me that again after PT later this morning.”

I grunt and continue to push myself, ignoring the woman, who is impossible to ignore, standing somewhere beside me.

After my tenth rep, I hear her move, and for a moment, I think she’s leaving me without another word, but then she hands me a white towel since I’m already sweating like a sinner in church. “Thank you.”

“Last I checked, you’re Asher Reyes. Remember that and never let anyone change it. You’ve got this, player. I know you do.”

Her hand brushes my hair briefly, a passing swipe no one else can see, and then she’s walking off, heading for the trainers’ room. The metal weights click back into place as I reset the machine, panting out a harsh breath as I do.

Wynter’s words sit heavy on my chest, while somehow managing to lighten me. People enter your life when you least expect them. I never saw her coming. I wasn’t even looking for her. But I’ll forever be grateful to the universe, which brought her to me not just once but twice.

* * *

“Da-da,” I say, enunciating the syllables in the word. I lift Mason in the air, his full weight centered in his chest that’s held by my palm. This is his favorite thing for me to do with him, I think. He crawls or scoots himself over to me and tugs on my hand, placing it on his chest for me to lift him. If he already likes the feel of being weightless, the kid is going to be a daredevil and give his mother and me hives when he’s a teenager.

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