Derek busted out laughing. “Baby doll, you can’t throw a football.” His drawl was heavy on the last word. “This game is for men.”
She lost the sparkle in her eyes as her nostrils flared. Then she held up one finger. “One, I’m not your baby doll and never will be.” She displayed two fingers. “In what world do you think a girl can’t throw a football?” She held up three fingers. “And three, are you afraid of a girl beating you at your own game?” She sneered.
Derek grinned, tossing Montana the football. She caught it with quick reflexes. “Then show us what you got.”
Montana waved over Elvira and, of all people, Nina. If I was going to keep my shit together and Nina was there to stay, then it was game on. Besides, I felt nothing for Nina except maybe anger.
Elvira nodded at Reagan and Derek’s girlfriend, Jan, who were sitting together on a blanket next to her. I thought about protesting but was suddenly interested to see how a friendly football game with girls would pan out, sans Nina. Then again, maybe I should speak up against the game. I didn’t want Nina near me or touching me. I wouldn’t mind Montana, though. But that wasn’t a good idea, either. I would get a boner if Montana even came close to me. Hell, I’d gotten one in the water when I laid eyes on her.
Nina, Elvira, Jan, and Reagan surrounded Montana.
“Are you gals up to a friendly football game?” Montana asked.
“We’re in,” the girls said.
Derek glared at his girl, Jan. “You cheer, not throw a football.”
“Aw.” Jan pouted. “Is my hunky man afraid of five girls?”
Derek waggled his eyebrows. “You’ll pay for this later.”
“If you two want to have sex, then find a secluded spot,” I said. “Otherwise, I’m getting a beer.” I’d planned to reduce my drinking, but with Nina back, all bets were off on that topic.
Montana twirled the football. “So, you guys pick five, and the rest have to sit this one out.”
Austin saluted her as he eyed Reagan. I quirked up one side of my mouth when Reagan blushed.
Austin picked the five guys, which consisted of me, him, Derek, Lou, and Bo, who was another teammate and husky like Lou.
The remaining five guys protested until one said, “It’s better to watch.”
“Touch football,” Montana said. “We’ll throw first. The end zone will be past that rock on the beach.” She pointed to a large stone about ten yards down. “And the other end zone will be past the volleyball net. Oh, and anyone who fondles boobs gets a kick in the groin.” She pinned me with a glare.
All the guys swung their attention to me. I had no recourse or answer. I was guilty. Regardless, this was going to be a long, long day. As brutal as football practice usually was, I had to say that this touch football game would top my list of brutal.
