Page 75 of Player Problems

My body is deliciously sore in a new way as I disentangle mine and Baylor’s limbs in order to climb out of my bed. He looks so peaceful as he sleeps in my bed that is honestly too small for his large frame. I have no idea what possessed him to actually sleep in here last night.

Not even bothering to dig through my bare-bones closet, I put on Baylor’s boxers and grab a pair of clean panties and dart across the hall to Baylor’s room to steal one of his shirts too. He could have at least brought one with him last night if he was going to camp out in my room, but no. I found him in only his boxers.

Carrying it into the bathroom, I put it and my clean underwear on the counter before taking the hottest shower I can tolerate to try and ease some of the soreness from my muscles. Working extra shifts during the week are really starting to take a toll on my body.

There’s nothing to do about the pressure in between my thighs from Baylor’s size, but by the end of the shower, at least my back, shoulders, and neck feel slightly better. I wish I had the time to soak with some epsom salts, but there’s too much on my to-list for the day before the game. I promised Isla I would beall hers, which means I need to get all my shit done before lunch time. Starting with making the guys’ breakfast.

No matter how often they swear they don’t have any issue with us staying here, they’re doing us a huge favor by being so cool about it. Not a lot of people would be so willing to go as far as they have.

Today is a big day for all of them. Thanks to Isla, I’ve firsthand seen how much work the whole team has been putting into preparing for the season and know they want it to start off right. With a win. It’d be a lie to say I don’t want that for them too. It would also be a lie to say I’m not excited to watch them play in a real game. The exhibition was fun, but you could tell they were working out kinks, trying new things. Some of their practices have been more intense than that game. I can’t imagine how today will play out.

Doing my best to dry my hair with just the towel, I give up after a few minutes and braid it to the side. At least that’ll keep it out of my way. Checking the time, I realize it’s getting close to when most of the guys normally start waking up. Do they sleep in longer on game days? It’s not like the game is early in the day so they could. Maybe I should have asked.

I head to the kitchen, deciding it won’t be that big of a deal. Even if they do sleep in, I can keep breakfast sandwiches warm in the oven. They can eat them as they wake up. The smell of coffee and sausage may be enough to wake them up on their own. They usually are.

Starting with the coffee so I can start to feel more than the half dead zombie I still feel like after my shower, I’m a little surprised no one has joined me by the time I finish my first cup. Not even Isla.

Maybe she and Wells had their own pregame last night.

A pulse sets off between my thighs as hazy memories flicker in my mind’s eye. God, I’ve never felt so full. So good. It wasprobably the best night of sleep I’ve gotten in months, maybe ever.

Grabbing my second cup of coffee, I start making the breakfast sandwiches. With no sign of anyone being awake yet, I make the avocado spread first. Keeping it simple I smash it and add salt and pepper with just a touch of lime. I toast the bread next and grab the cheese to put on. The sausage patties go on next, and soon as the scent and sizzle fills the kitchen, I grin to myself as the house starts to come alive. I should have known it would be the meat that woke these boys up.

The rest of the process is quick and easy. I make a huge batch of eggs, cracking more eggs in one sitting than I think I ever have before. They cook fairly quickly and I begin to assemble the sandwiches before anyone comes into the kitchen.

I’m about halfway through when I hear a familiar voice. “Half-naked girl cooking breakfast in my kitchen? This might just be my wet dream. Never leave us, Tor.”

I turn around to find Beau walking into the kitchen in only his boxers, lines from his pillow still creased in his face. He grins at me, but his eyes don’t even linger on my exposed legs, too busy latched onto the baking sheet full of sandwiches on the counter. He snaps out of the trance, throwing a quick look over his shoulder and I chuckle, knowing he was waiting for something to come flying across the room at his head.

“You’re the first one awake,” I tell him.

His grin turns salacious. “Does that mean I get the first pick of those sandwiches?”

I shrug, turning back to the stove to finish breakfast. Now that one of them is awake, it’ll be only moments before the rest follow. Barely a moment has passed when the doorbell rings. A zap of fear rings through me before I force myself to shake it off. But when I turn to look at Beau, he has the same hesitant look in his eyes.

“I’ll get it,” he assures me. “You stay here.”

I hate the tingling sensation of fear as it zips down my spine, but at least it’s quick to disappear when I hear Beau’s laughter from the entryway. I heave out a huge sigh of relief at the same time I hear footsteps from the side of the house Baylor and my rooms are.

The fear is all but forgotten when I feel his presence behind me. Not even having to turn to look, I know it’s Baylor before his hands find my thighs under his shirt and his fingers trace patterns edging higher and higher until I can feel a cool breeze against my ass cheeks.

“You know,” he whispers, leaning down to speak directly in my ear, “when we win tonight, I’m going to have a new superstition to add to my pregame routine.” His words echo through my body, the promise of reliving last night every night before a game does not seem a hardship in the slightest.

“Breakfast sandwich?” I ask, enjoying the way his chest rumbles behind me. One hand reaches behind me, turning off the burner of the stove. I’d protest, but everything is already done cooking.

“I can give you a reminder if you’ve already forgotten,” his voice drops into that low timbre I’m secretly just a bit obsessed with. Dark promises coating every word as he lifts me, turning me in his arms and putting me down on the counter. The cold marble sends a chill through me even as Baylor spreads my legs open and drops to his knees between, kissing and biting his way from my knee to my inner thigh. “Also,” he teases, “if you wanted me naked, you could have just asked. You didn’t have to steal my boxers.”

A laugh eddies out of me. I had forgotten about that. I guess he wouldn’t have had anything to wear after I stole them. The laughter dies on my lips when his fingers slip under myunderwear at the same time he sucks a mark into my inner thigh, turning it into a surprised gasp.

“Beau’s already awake,” I say, forcing myself to not forget that we’re in the middle of the kitchen where Beau will be walking back into at any moment. Baylor pulls my underwear to the side, stroking my slit with his thumb, his kisses edging higher and higher.

“He can watch,” he growls, his nose bumping against my clit. Fuck this man for knowing exactly how to unravel every bit of sense I possess.

A throat clears behind him. “While I would actually love that,” Beau says, his voice dancing with amusement. “Your brother might have a different opinion.”

My eyes fly open at the same time Baylor jumps to his feet, attempting to shield me with his body as he turns to look at the newcomers. “The fuck are you here for?” he shouts. I peek my head over his shoulder to find a man standing just a step behind Beau, a large, familiar smile on his face as he stares at Baylor. He’s almost as tall as Baylor, with the same light hazel eyes that seem to sparkle with mirth, but he’s leaner, not as imposing. His hair is longer, falling to his shoulders, a shade or two lighter than Baylor’s dirty blonde, but styled in the same messy fashion that screams he just rolled out of bed.

“Don’t tell me you forgot we were coming, Baby Bay.” The newcomer lifts his hand to his chest as if he’s been wounded by Baylor’s reaction.

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