Rookie Move (Playing for Keeps, #1)

by Riley Hart

“Nah, it’s just because they know they’re never gonna get the D as good as they do from The Ramsinator.” I grabbed my dick for extra emphasis, making Houston burst out laughing.

My father had blown his NFL career in just a few years—not from an injury he couldn’t prevent, like Houston, but with bad decisions, a bad attitude, and a coke habit.

It wasn’t as if I’d spent day in and day out over the past four years thinking about him. I hadn’t. I’d dated people, and fully explored my bisexuality—and I mean fully.

Ogling my brother’s best friend every time he was around. It’d been a time-honored tradition for years now.

“You’re hot. Ridiculously hot, is what I’m saying. And, ugh, it’s sooooo too bad that only one portion of the human population gets a shot at you. You have no idea…” Ramsey busted out in a laugh. “That’s it. I’m cutting you off, Garrett.”

“Fine. Imightlikeyoualittle,” I rushed out. Now he grinned that cocky, mischievous smile I’d gotten so used to. “Oh shit. Warner Ramsey is obsessed with me. I can’t take my brother’s best friend.”

“Want to save time and shower together?” “No comment.” “No comment? Not even for the environment? Water conservation is something we all need to start taking seriously.”

“You said I need to get my bi-fi checked, as in it’s not functioning properly. As in there is another bi in the room, and since I don’t see anyone else in here besides you…” He scratched his jaw. “I’ve never acted on it, so…”

God, Warner Ramsey is fucking bi. I needed to get my bi-fi checked for sure.

He came out of the shower in his boxer-briefs, his bulge prominent, and goddamn, did he have a nice ass. “You’re up.” Yes, yes I am, I almost teased. I adjusted myself, but he didn’t seem to notice.

We’d done it. We’d won our first preseason game, and I was pretty sure Garrett was flying. Damn, did I like to see him soar.

Our gazes locked. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was bad, so goddamned bad. I had no business wanting Houston’s little brother…my fucking teammate. Hoooooonk! The long blow of the horn snapped us out of whatever lust-trance we’d been in.

Actually, my dick was currently on the Garrett-McRae-only train, and I needed to find a way to get off it. “Pick another one,” I said,