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“It’s the slutty bad-boy dick magic,” Cami pipes up. “Makes them hotter.”
“Make sure you grovel hard. Maybe get on your knees,” he advises. “Chicks like it when you’re on your knees.” I roll my eyes. “I’m not going there to eat her out.”
“It’s a fucking charity game, Bethany,” I growl, crouching in preparation. “Calm your tits.”
“Is that what you need from people? To be told what a good girl you are?”
“If I was Colson.” “Yes.” “And you were my girl.” “Yes.”
“Hello?” I don’t get a hello back, or even a normal sentence. His rough voice fills my ear with two inexplicable words. “Use me.”
“You think I’m throwing you a pity fuck?” “You’re not?” “No.” There’s a pause. “I need what I need too.” Another pause. “And I want it from you.”
“I want you naked,”
“So fucking nice,” he murmurs. “Spread your legs. Wider. Let me see you.”
He lifts his head. “Are you going to come if I keep doing this? Or would you rather come while I’m fucking you?” “Both.” His lips curve in approval. “Greedy girl.”
“I can’t believe you just walk around with this thing in your pants,”
“Oh shit. I don’t know if I have condoms.” He peers at me, pensive. “Can I use one from your box of five hundred?”
“What if I came over and helped you sometime? Fucked you with my fingers while you rubbed your clit.” “What about…” It’s getting difficult to breathe. “Why not your dick?” “That too. I’ll give you any part of me you want. If it gets you off, it’s yours.”
“You take me so good,” he says in approval.
“Ryder. That, right there”—he points toward the front door, indicating the woman who’d just left— “is a girlfriend. And you, right here, aren’t a boyfriend.”
RYDER: I can’t stop thinking about you.
Shane’s voice addresses the closed door. “Better come now, Gisele. They’re starting to talk.”
Ryder lightly smacks my ass as he passes me in the stacks. It should be sleazy, but it only makes my thighs clench again.
I think it over. “All right, I accept. I do love dessert.” I offer an overly lascivious grin. “Seems like you do too.” “I mean, when the dessert is your pussy, I’ll eat it any day of the month.”
Somewhat awkwardly, he moves closer and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “My dick belongs to you.”
“But you’re hot when you smile. And it makes you look more approachable.” I blanch. “Baby, I don’t want people approaching me. That sounds awful.”
“Look at it. Have you ever seen anything prettier?” I glance over to find his blue eyes, vivid in their own right, fixated on my face.
“A deep slate gray. Stormy, like your eyes.”
She’s fucking me, bro.
“So I was looking up butterfly mating habits the other day and I discovered—” “I’m sorry, no,” Gigi interrupts. “You can’t just gloss over that. You were looking up butterfly mating habits
She howls in laughter. “Oh my God. Did you learn anything interesting?” “I did.” I flop down in the chair and swivel around.
My mouth drops open. “Oh my God. You’re taking me to the opera?” Ryder shrugs. “You said it’s the only date you’re interested in going on.” “I was lying.” “Yeah, I know.” His eyes gleam. “And now you’re being punished for it.”
As we watch, he reaches for my hand, interlacing our fingers.
“I’m wearing underwear.” “Yeah, speaking of those. They’re a problem. Take them off.”
“So obedient,” he murmurs. “I like this new Gigi.” I narrow my eyes. “You’re pushing your luck.” “Nah.” He shifts closer. “Luck has nothing to do with this.”
“Just feel what you feel. It’s okay.”
It’s the undeniable awareness that I’m developing feelings for this guy.
Then he visibly gulps, and I know precisely how he feels. This is fucking terrifying.
“Gisele,” he says. “Mmmm?” “Are we dating now?” A smile tickles my lips. I rise slightly on my elbow and gaze down at him. He’s biting his lip and it’s adorable. “Yeah. I think we are.”
“You look so pretty right now,” he mumbles, peering down at me.
“Oh, Ryder. You silly, stupid man.”
“What the hell’s wrong with you?” “Me?” he roars. “He’s making a play for my girlfriend and you’re asking what’s wrong with me?” “Are you crazy? I’m not after your girlfriend,” I growl. “You sent her a text that says, and I quote: Come over to my place and don’t tell your boyfriend.” I falter. “Oh, in hindsight, that was worded poorly.”
“I already told you, I’m not touching you under your father’s roof. This situation is precarious enough.” “What about sexy texting?” I stubbornly shake my head. “What if he and I accidentally switch phones?”
I lean in to kiss her. “I’m not good enough for you,” I whisper against her lips. Alarm fills her eyes. “Ryder—” “I don’t know if I’ll ever be. But I want to try.” And I do. I mean that. I know I have my flaws. But I need to level up to be with this woman. She forces me to be better. I want to be better for her.
“You should be prepared,” Owen eventually says, glancing over to grin at me. “For what?” “You’re gonna marry that girl.”
“With that said, I thought I should tell you in person that all the slots have been filled. I’m sorry, Gigi. You won’t be making the roster at this time.”
“Nobody likes failure, G. But I maintain that this isn’t failure. This is just one moment in time.”
“Like hell I can’t,” I growl. And then I give him another firm shove, forcibly moving him out of my way. “That’s my wife out there.”
His gray eyes lock with mine. And finally, he speaks. “This is, truly, the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.” I flinch as if I’ve been struck. “And I’ve never been more disappointed in you.”
WOW
“All I was trying to say is, you’re family now. I know I’m not your real mom, but I think I did pretty well with my own kids.” “You did,” I say thickly. “So if you ever need anything, I’m a call or text away. I’ll always be here for you.”
“I have a question,” Colson says. With a raised eyebrow, he looks toward the Arizona table. “For you, Klein.” My former teammate narrows his eyes. His coach tries to intercede, but Colson speaks before he can. “What’d you say to Ryder in the locker room to get your jaw broken? Because I’ve played with this guy all season, and he’s got the patience of a saint and the composure of a brick wall.”
