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I hum, cocking my head to the side, straw stuck between my teeth. “Is that what you tell the girls at night, Big Daddy?” “Wouldn’t tell you if it was, Little Mama.”
OH
“At least she didn’t compare you to Chad Michael Murray,” Chase says as he catches up.
Alister into the hall like he’s nothing but a rag doll and not a five-eleven football player.
Ew
Brady
YESSSS
lift the camera screen up and turn slightly, so no other bodies are in the pic, and flex, my muscles so slick with sweat, it looks like my back did after the massage—slicked up and ready for a ride. I stick my tags between my teeth, running one hand through my hair, and take the photo.
This makes me want to vomit kinda
“Is Allana a fan of sprinkles? Maybe she can lick it off you later,”
Okay thats a little funny
Sighing, I close my eyes, my current reality becoming clear: I still have feelings for Alister Howl.
i cant get past his name sorry
“I’m pissed off, not a robot. The guy’s practically throwing me a touchdown every time he looks at me, and all I’ve got to do is take it to the end zone.”
Hate that
“Stop talking.” “Yes, ma’am.”
The door is thrown open, an angry Chase on the other side.
Hahahahah
“Ari, you know you can live with him now, right? You’re an adult. He’s a fucking NFL player, not the guy stuck living in the football house anymore.”
“Brady?” We’re running out of time. He swallows, and a small frown builds across my brow. “Trust me?” he whispers. “Always.”
Oh my god, those are Brady’s lips. Those are Brady’s lips because this is Brady before me, and they’re swollen from my kiss. Our kiss.
“Now if you don’t mind”—good God almighty, I kissed Brady Lancaster—“I’d like to get back to kissing my girlfriend.” I can’t believe that just— Wait. What?
now in a sports bra and an oversized T-shirt so big you can’t even see the spandex shorts I have on underneath. I’m wearing thick, scrunchy Avix U socks up to my damn knees and a pair of Minnie Mouse Crocs Payton brought back for me from Disneyland last year.
“Well, I guess we have more than just one thing in common.” “Football?” “Wanting to be your boyfriend.”
“Nah. Coach loves me. Besides, this is too good. My name is on your ass, Cam. This has to be documented.”
“My number, my name.” He throws me a quick wink. “My heart on her sleeve.”
This started off strong but the last part ruined it
“I’m gonna graduate, Cammie Girl, with honors, and I’m going to have a degree under my belt. And if football comes after that, then I’m even more blessed.”
shrug, keeping my grin in place when really, I want to show teeth like an animal and piss on what’s mine.
No one deserves half-assed, even if that’s all they offer you. Be better. Do better. Be the reason someone else smiles, even if all you want to do is cry, and you can cry, Son. All good men do from time to time.
I want to thank her for choosing me, promise her things and deliver on them, because that’s my job as her man. ’Cause, fuck me, I think that’s what I am. Hers. And she’s mine. If only for a little while…
“I take it this is the girl…” “Yes, Coach.” Brady looks my way, a gleam in his eyes that has mine narrowing. He winks and turns back. “Wanna ask her about my endurance?”
Chase is dressed as Maverick from Top Gun, the aviators a damn good look on him, and he’s got the perfect hair for it.
YES
“What in the heaven’s little devil are you doing to me?” I ask. “It’s the pigtails, isn’t it?” “You mean these perfect handlebars on your head? No…”
Me and Mason laugh, bumping each other as the girls start belting out the lyrics to the Spice Girls “Wannabe” using their cups as pretend mics, and all I can think is yeah … I wanna be.
I shouldnt like this but I do
Maybe the boys are right. Maybe I should tell her I’m not the wanton man she thinks I am but a waiting one. She smiles against my mouth, and I nip at her lips in response, wanting more. Needing more. Maybe I’ve just been waiting for this. For…her.
A virgin at twenty years old. By choice, obviously, but what does that matter?
SORRY WHAT
The guy narrows his eyes, trying to decide if he wants to keep the toughness about him, but we’re all the same here: small-town boys who want to make our families proud—make ourselves proud.
“Fuck it.” I take her face in my palms and crush my mouth to hers.
YESSSSSSSSS YESSSSS
“And you know nothing you tell me could ever change things between us, right?” “What if I want it to?” he asks suddenly, softly. “What if there are things I want to say, things I want to share, that I hope change a few things?” My heart hammers behind my ribs. “What kind of things?”
“Night, baby.” Baby. Not Cammie Baby or baby girl. No Hellcat or Cammie Girl. Just…baby.
I want to be that man. I want to hold her hand in public, and I want to mean it. I want to kiss her when no one is watching and give her more than I’ve ever given anyone. I want to take her like I’ve taken no other, giving her a part of me no one else has ever had.
“Watching the sunset is like nothing else this world can offer you.”
Our eyes meet, neither of us saying a word, and finally he sighs, reaching over and unlocking my seat belt. He grips me by my thigh and pulls, my ass sliding across the seat until I’m in the middle.
“You are something else, Big Guy.” I want to be yours.
“Man,” he says. “I must be really good-looking, considering you have impeccable taste in men.”
“Oh, kiss my ass, Prince Charming. I got this in the bag.” Six hours later, the sun is gone, and I’m lifting my third beer to my lips, shoulders slumped in a full-ass pout. I did not have it in the bag. My turkey was good, great even, but Chef Noah’s was the best shit I ever tasted. Even better than last year, that fucker. My lips turn up. Love that guy.
Dont we all
When I give myself to someone, fully and completely, it has to be endgame, like a franchise player who signs on the dotted line and stays there until his very last play. I’d be asking a lot of her, expecting even more. There are things I need in my future that I can’t not have, but I need to fucking have her
“She’s not available,” I tell him, my eyes moving to hers. She raises a bratty little brow, and I slip into the small space between the two. “You’re just not.” Her chin rises, going tough, little Cammie on me, but I see the softness she tries to hide. It bleeds from her every pore…but maybe it’s only for me to see. “Is that right?” she sasses, her voice strong, but there’s a thickness to it that isn’t usually there. Hope? “Yeah, baby,” I whisper, everyone else fading into the background as I step up to her, one hand cupping her neck, the other pressing on the small of her back to draw her
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Me and my girl. Because that’s what she is. Mine. And I want to show her what that means.
“I have waited to sleep with someone because I need to be able to trust that person with everything I have, Cameron. I refuse to risk the chance that any child of mine could possibly lose a parent from choice.
“I want to give to another child out there somewhere what my dad gave to me simply by being nothing more than the man he is. I will adopt one day,” he says surely. “It’s a lot, I know, but it’s something I’ve known about myself for a very long time.”
My tears are falling, and when I lean forward, gently pressing my lips to his, he kisses me back the same. It’s tender. It’s sweet. It’s loving. It’s my Brady. “I think I’m in love with you,” I whisper.
“That’s good, baby, because I know now I’ve been in love with you for a lot longer than I even realized.”
“It’s you, Hellcat. The girl, the woman, I can trust with everything I am today and the man I hope to become.”
My big, strong man. My beastly…boyfriend.
“Brady?” “Yeah, baby?” “Can we have sex now?” Brady goes stiff but only for a millisecond, and then he throws his head back with a laugh, and just like that, our future is settled.
And I am glued to the man. My man. My man who finished out the season as the number-one defensive end in all of college football. I’m so fucking proud of him.
“Brady…” I whisper, but he only grins, wrapping his arm around my shoulders this time so he can tug me over and kiss my head without taking his eyes off the highway. “I love you, baby,” he promises. And he says it at least five more times in the six or so hours it takes us to get home.
