Rookie Move (Playing for Keeps, #1)

by Riley Hart

“Yeah, sure. Hey, is it true that Ramsey’s parents just mashed two last names together?” “What?” Houston cracked up. “No. He was just fucking with you.”

LOOOOL

I grinned, not just because of what he’d said about family, but because being there would give me a chance to bust Garrett’s balls. After my two favorite F’s—fucking and football—there was almost nothing I liked more.

I just laughed out loud at the park LMAO

“Nah, it’s just because they know they’re never gonna get the D as good as they do from The Ramsinator.”

If you EVER say that again—

definitely ask for my number.” “You’re an egotistical little shit is what you are. So did you give it to her?” “Nah.” I shrugged. “I’m in the mood for Vitamin D tonight.” Ramsey snorted, waving me off and, realizing it was kind of awkward for me to still be standing there while he finished, I quickly washed my hands and bailed.

WE’RE JUST NOT ADDRESSIMG THIS?

“Whatever you’re thinking? No. You’re not doing anything but going to sleep.” “That doesn’t mean no action can happen.” I waggled my brows. “Pornhub says so, and I give you my explicit consent to have your way with me.”

HELP

That them being related didn’t make it so I didn’t think he was spank-bank material?

Excuse me LOL

“Guess you kinda feel like my little brother too.” Totally not true, though stepbrother porn was hot. I’d be down for some roleplay if he was. His jaw tightened in a way I’d never seen in response to something I’d said to him. Clearly, he didn’t like it. “I don’t need another brother.” “I thought we bonded during the draft? And the night you spent at my house?” “If we had, you’d know that the last thing I want is for you to treat me like Houston does.” Ah, hell. This was going to be a disaster. “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.”

HAHAH

“Yeah, yeah.” I rolled onto my back, trying to get my dick to ignore the tear-your-ass-up portion of that sentence because over the past couple of days I’d caught glimpses of what Ramsey was working with below the belt, and it definitely fell into the could-tear-an-ass-up camp.

Why did you make me read this LOOOOOL

but he had a back and shoulders even Atlas would’ve looked twice at. And that high, round ass…was completely like any other guy’s ass and not enticingly squeezable at all. Mine was better.

You are so funny in a pathetic way LOL

Seriously, do you have some internal radar for crazy women the way I have bi-fi?” “Bi-fi?” Ramsey snorted. “Yeah, you know. Like gaydar.” I ticked a finger back and forth like a probe. “Beep, beep, beep. Uh-oh, I think I’m in a dead zone.” Instead of laughing like I expected him to, Ramsey tilted his head, raking his teeth over his lower lip. “Maybe you need to get it checked.” I cackled and then stopped suddenly, blinking. “What?” “What?” We’d missed a connection.

HELP THEMMMMMM

“Is it anything like your taste in cars?” “Tread carefully. That car could mow you down in .2 seconds.”

LOL

He was more subdued than usual. And I’d noticed he hadn’t flashed his cock at me again now that he knew I was bi. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. He came out of the shower in his boxer-briefs, his bulge prominent, and goddamn, did he have a nice ass.

DOES HE JUST DO THAT??

Ramsey: Hey Ramsey: You awake? Ramsey: We’re going out next Monday night. Garrett: I usually like to be asked, but I can appreciate alpha male initiative. Pick me up at 8. I hate roses and daisies. Tulips are fine. Ramsey: FFS. I can see you’re still typing. Don’t even bother with some dumb two-lips joke. Garrett: Fine. Okay, so where are we going?

HAHA

He whimpered, and I grinned. “Yeah, there we go, take that dick like a good boy.” He lifted his arm and gave me the finger. Only Garrett would flip someone off during head.

I’ve know garrett for six chapters and I know this to be true HAHA

“Let’s go,” I said the second I reached him. “Say please.” “You’re such a brat. Let’s go. Please.”

God, you’re so /pog

The second we were around the backside of the building, alone in an alley that, unfortunately, stank like trash, I pushed him against the wall and took his mouth with mine.

Haha well.

It occurred to me I was thinking with my upstairs brain, and I didn’t like it. I reengaged the downstairs brain

Real words spoken by Garrett LOOOL

Basically, dick on, brain off.

Crying

I was really good at sucking cock.

Absolutely wild chapter start, Ramsey LOOOOL

How did a guy even do this? Hey, I’m exploring my sexuality by hooking up with your little bro. There’s nothing like the sight of him on his knees, draining my balls. Is this what you had in mind when you asked me to keep an eye on him?

Absolutely crying.

Maybe playing in Denver this weekend was why I’d decided it was time to tell Houston.

BEFORE OR AFTER THE GAME?

“Just don’t play like that on Sunday. It’s going to be your first real test of the season—even more than Tennessee. LA is on fire. They have the most sacks in the league right now. Plus, Whitt is fucking fast. Garrett and Nance will both struggle to get away from him.” Blah, blah, blah. I hated LA.

LOOOL RAMSEY

“I’m serious. All we need is Garrett crushing on you his rookie season.” Aaaaand, now I felt like the biggest prick on the planet. Houston had been my best friend for over four years, and I was hooking up with his brother behind his back? I opened my mouth to tell him, to confess I was attracted to G and the two of us were friends with benefits. No big deal, right? But what came out was, “I want to fuck Garrett.” Followed by, “Shit. That’s not what I was supposed to say.” Houston’s eyeballs damn near popped out of his head. “You wanna back up and start over? Because I’m pretty sure I missed a step.”

AHAHAH RAMSEY YOU’RE SO EMBARRASSING

“I’m going to kill you. All these years you’ve managed to keep your attraction to men in check, and now you can’t shut the fuck up about getting a hard-on for Garrett?”

They are killing me this conversation is so fucking funny

A hard thump to my side threw me off-balance. I careened around, stumbling backward, my hands suddenly way too empty, just in time to see Whitt dive on the ball and smother it with his body. A roar went up from the crowd as Whitt was helped up. He punched a victorious fist in the air that might as well have landed in my gut. I’d fucking fumbled the ball mere yards from the end zone. No touchdown. No glory. Not a damn thing except humiliation and defeat that settled over me like a lead blanket. “Shake it off.” Cross knocked me in the shoulder as I gasped for air. “C’mon.”

I have never watched football and yet I’m also so heated for you!!

“He just wants to catch up.” “I’ll bet he’d like that.” Ramsey snorted. “I get it. You’re hot.” “You feeling okay?” I reached out, and Ramsey smacked my hand away before I could press it to his forehead. “Was that an actual compliment?”

LOL

“You’re both fined twenty thousand dollars.” Coach looked at Nance.

YOU CAN JUST DO THAT IN THE NFL? TF

“So, um…yeah…you forgive me?” “No.” “Still wanna come over tonight and have sex with me?” Garrett laughed. “Yes. But only because I like your dick, not you.”

HAHA

“I’ve got an idea.” “No,” Ramsey and Houston barked in scary unison.

HAHA

“When he was eighteen, he went to a party with his brother, who was in the NFL. He was looking for this really hot chick he’d seen earlier, when he ran into his brother’s best friend.” That got my attention. My heart punched against my chest. “He was annoying as shit. Cocky, loud, picked his nose…”

HAHAHA

Great. Tucker had figured out my secret, only he had the wrong brother in mind.

HAHA

We both froze at a noise, and I instinctively jumped back, putting distance between us as Ramsey cocked his head at something over my shoulder.

BRO ITS ALMOST 1 AM I DO NOT BEED MY HEART PUMPING LIKE THIS IM GOING BACK TO ONE PIECE

Either some freaky shit is going down between the three of you and Houston and Garrett might end up arrested because of it, or I had the wrong fucking brother.”

BROTHER TUCKER—HAHAHA

Shit…shit. Were we really that obvious?

You literally described to me like 6 hours of you EYE FUCKING EACH OTHER

Ramsey reached out and switched off the light. “Have you ever jacked off with this stuff?” I asked into the darkness. “The fuck? No!” “Good. I do not recommend it.”

BROTHER LMAO

“Did we win?” Garrett asked. “I love you,” slipped out of my mouth and…what the fuck was that?

OHHHHMYVOODNESS

“Fuck, is my head inside out again?” But clearly, that was the case, given Ramsey’s expression. “I wanted to, yeah. I think…fuck, I’m not sure I should tell you how long I’ve been in love with you.” “I think you should.” “At least a day. Maybe a week. Possibly more like…months?” Not years. That would be too much. That could be…stalker-y?

“At least a day” LOL

“Pretty sure all the monitors and IVs you’re hooked up to would make that difficult.” “If you really loved me, you’d figure it out.”

HAHA

Coach Baker,

This is like the first time i learn his name LOL

“Distract me STAT, before I do something stupid.” He laughed and canted his head toward the car door. “Wanna go pick up some food, take it to Houston’s, and annoy the ever-loving shit out of him?” “Hell yes.”

HAHA

Garrett sighed. “Look, man. You’re a homophobe. We all fucking get it. But, we’re teammates.

HAHAHAHAHA

phone. “Check it out. They got your good side.” I studied the images on the screen of me and Ramsey at Lake Havasu. It’d been the last trip we’d taken before camp started. “This is a close-up of your hand on my ass.” Ramsey grinned. “Like I said, your good side.”

HAHAHA