His responding smirk is full of heat and dirty promises.
I turn to Kaipo and Loren who, now that I’m fully clothed, seem to have regained the ability to move. “You’re welcome.”
Loren coughs out a laugh. “You got my BPMs up.”
“That’s not the only thing you got up,” Kaipo adjusts the front of his joggers.
My laugh is cut short when I catch Theodore’s slow, steady headshake. “Hope you got your fill, boys. That won’t be happening again.”
I can’t tell if he’s being possessive or if he’s making the announcement that we won’t be happening again.
He grabs my hand and walks me to my truck. The sun is up now and I expect to have at least a half dozen missed calls from my dad on my phone.
“I guess I’ll see you arou—”
Theodore’s mouth is on mine and his tongue sinks between my lips as he slams my back against the truck. His hand dives into my loose hair where he fists it at the root and deepens the kiss. My head spins at his dominant, public display and I moan into his warm mouth. He tastes of mouthwash and dirty dreams. I flatten my hands on his chest and he allows me to push him back.
“If I didn’t know better I’d think you wanted to get caught with me.”
He licks his bottom lip and the sight of his pink tongue brushing over his lip ring makes me want to mount him right here in the street. “I’m starting to think whatever hell Coach puts me through for fucking his daughter might be worth it.”
Me. Worth it? What strange feelings his words bring. Like when I cuddle up with a blanket in front of a fire on a cold night, but on the inside. And feelings can absolutely not be trusted.
“I gotta go.” I don’t look at him again while I climb into the truck, back out of the driveway, and turn down the street. I don’t look back to see if he’s still standing in the street watching me drive away.
But I imagine that he is.
Chapter Fifteen
Spider
We’re thirty minutes from game time and the roar of fans in Bear Stadium vibrates through the concrete walls of our locker room. There is contagious energy in the air that always accompanies games played in our own house. Our BSU family fills the stands, our own field comfortable and familiar.
Players are spread within the space of our locker room, some guys sprawled on benches, others nearly bouncing on their toes with anticipation.
“Yo, Spider!” Kaipo calls from across the room. “I was just telling Carey about what happened in the kitchen this morning.”
Walking downstairs and finding Emery buck-ass naked with my two roommates staring helplessly at her body shouldn’t have surprised me. If she’s proved anything in the short time I’ve known her it’s that she isn’t shy. I actually dig that about her. I do not, however, dig my roommates dreaming up the million different ways they’d like to stick their dicks in her though.
Carey flashes me his signature dimpled grin. “Good thing I slept in. If I walked in on that, I don’t know who would kill me faster. Spider or Rowan.”
“Rowan,” Loren answers and shrugs. “What? She’s a redhead.”
He’s right. Although I don’t like my teammates lusting after Emery, I would never encourage her to cover her body. She’s got a beautiful fucking body. Made even more beautiful by the marks I left on her skin.
Kaipo’s voice quiets. “You better hope she’s worth it, cousin.” His Hawaiian Pidgin accent is thick at his endearment. To Kaipo, everyone is cousin.
As if summoned by the conversation Coach Brawley walks in stone faced and ready for the battle on the field. He eyes us until the room quiets and I don’t miss the side-eyes I get from my roommates.
Is Emery worth the hell I’ll catch from coach if he finds out?
Not long ago I would’ve said hell no.
After last night? A slow smile pulls my lips. Maybe.
“Listen up! This is your night! This is your legacy! I want you guys to go out there and be the best version of yourself. Play like you have something to prove! Leave your mark on that field, boys!” He claps and we jump to attention.
We run onto the field through a tunnel of balloons and confetti to our team’s hype song, Enter Sandman from Metallica. We’re all bouncing on our feet, cranked up with adrenaline that floods our veins and fuels our muscles. I jog the final few yards to the sideline with the rest of my team, coaches, equipment managers and trainers when something small catches my eye. Not something small. Someone small.
Hidden in a flurry of wide, padded shoulders and uniforms is a dainty female wearing a Bear University t-shirt, a thick blonde ponytail coming out the back of a BSU hat.
I’d know that hair anywhere. My fist clenches with the memory of having it wrapped around my knuckles less than twelve hours ago.
Emery.
She turns her head and I catch the purple mark I left on her neck that she’s made no attempt to cover. Possession fires through me and mixed with adrenaline forms a dangerous combination that I need to control if I’m going to play well tonight. Either she hasn’t seen me yet or she pretends not to as she stands with her thumbs looped into the back pockets of her jeans. My teammates shove into me playfully with shouted war cries.
What is she doing here?
I see the moment she registers my presence. Her shoulders stiffen and her chin lifts as a kitten’s would scenting her prey in the air. Her head turns but her back remains to me, and in her profile I see the lift at the corner of her mouth. Is she here for me?
Coach Brawley walks up to
