Heath isn’t as good of a QB as Bryan, as painful as that is to admit, and Adam is way better than I remember. While we grab water, Heath gives me a rueful smile. “You might want to think about a trade if you want to keep that winning streak.”
“I would never leave my team in the final quarter,” I say, faking shock then wrapping my arms around his sweaty neck. He grins and I kiss him in front of everyone. I definitely got the better QB and I’m not shy about letting the other team know it.
30
Heath
Ginny’s ex is a piece of shit. Hello, jealousy, nice to meet you. But come on, this guy? I don’t miss the way he tries to flirt with her or the little inside jokes he tosses out. I want to throw the football in a perfect spiral directly into his face… or maybe his balls.
I remind myself that Ginny referred to sex with this guy as blah. My jealousy? Petty as hell.
Adam makes the game winning touchdown and his team celebrates as I approach Ginny with a rueful smile.
“Sorry, baby doll.”
My girl has a competitive streak I find as amusing as I do sexy. Her mouth pulls down in a disappointed pout. “It’s fine. I was due for a loss. Besides, I was distracted more than normal.”
I worry for a second that she means because of Bryan, but then her lips twist up and she fists my shirt to pull me closer. “You threw me off my game, Payne. Usually you’re covered in layers of padding and I can’t really see you when you’re on the ice, but out here I could see every drip of sweat.”
“That padding keeps me alive.”
She brings her lips to mine and hums against my mouth. “Necessary evil.”
“QB looks but missing that QB arm.” Maverick places both hands on his hips when he stops beside us.
“Yeah, well, I’d like to see you get a pass through Adam and Rauthruss,” I grumble.
Ginny drops another quick kiss and then steps back. “I better go check on my mom in the kitchen.”
After everyone else leaves, the guys and I sit in the yard drinking beer. Adam and his dad are tossing the ball back and forth. They have this easy way about them. Like I can tell Adam respects him, but his dad has stopped being the hard-ass parent now that his son is older, and they just seem to enjoy being around one another.
I never got that. Never even knew it was a thing until now. I had lots of good times with my dad, but I was still a kid—we didn’t talk girls or life, none of that. Losing a parent is one of those things that as soon as you think you’re over it, something stops you in your tracks and the wound is as fresh as if it just happened. I have a feeling it’ll be like that the rest of my life. But as sad as it makes me for what I missed out on, I enjoy being around Ginny’s family. It’s the first holiday I’ve had in years where my worries are only the limitations of my stomach and how much food I can stuff in it.
“We’re eating in thirty minutes,” Ginny says as she rejoins us outside. She’s freshly showered and dressed in jeans and a ruffly shirt with a deep V-neck that’s going to make it impossible to keep my eyes off her boobs while I feign the role of respectable friend.
She hasn’t held back with the PDA since I showed up last night, but I still want to respect that Adam’s not exactly on board. She takes a seat on my lap and I glance around to see if anyone shoots daggers at me, but Mr. Scott and Adam barely seem to notice.
“I should shower.” I’m dirty and sweaty and probably not presentable for a Thanksgiving table.
“Yeah, we all should get cleaned up,” Mr. Scott says as he tosses the ball to Adam one last time and heads for the house.
“Adam, do you have some clothes I could borrow?” Mav asks. “I was so excited when I packed all I managed to grab were socks and boxers.”
Adam chuckles but nods. “I’ll see what my dad has.”
They all head in, but Ginny doesn’t budge to let me up.
“I can think of a few things to do while you wait for the shower.”
“Oh yeah.” I put my finger in the V of her shirt and pull the fabric away from her chest so I can look down it.
“Mhmm.”
She presses her lips to mine and then pulls back so we’re nose to nose. “I, uh, decided something last night.”
“What’s that?” I ask and kiss her again.
“I don’t want to wait anymore.”
“Wait for what?”
“Sex, dummy. I’m ready.”
A few months ago, I would have thought going without sex this long would have been a real sacrifice, but Ginny’s sexual appetite is ravenous… just without the actual sex. When we first started hooking up, I couldn’t wait to get inside her, but Ginny’s creative and I can’t pretend to have been anything but satisfied with our hookups. However, now that she’s giving me the green light, I am ready to skip dinner and just have her instead.
All the blood is rushing to my cock with all the new things this opens up for us. I can’t freaking wait. I kiss her hard, giving her a taste of how excited I am about her news.
“Payne,” Adam bellows from the house. “Quit sucking face with my sister and get in here.”
I smile into her mouth as our kiss stops.
We walk up to the house and Ginny goes to the kitchen to help her mom. I grab my overnight bag and Adam and I head upstairs.
“You can take a shower in my room. Should have everything you need in there.” He stops outside his
