Pleasure courses through my body like an electrical current and I arch into him, greedily savoring the aftershocks as he claims my mouth, the kiss soft and gentle this time.
When we finally break apart, I’m grinning like a fool.
“Text me later?” he asks.
“Of c—”
“Holy shit! Is Parker doing the mascot?”
Coño.
Devin winces, eyes slamming shut, as a string of expletives burst from his mouth. He lowers me to the ground and I scramble to pull my Wildcat head down. He’s a big guy and if I can’t see the newcomer, maybe he can’t see me either.
Here’s hoping.
Devin turns and I peek around him to glimpse Cooper DeLaurentis and Austin Reid. They look about as shocked as I feel right now.
“Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” Devin barks. “Like the shower?”
Cooper smirks. “I could ask you the same question.”
“We got tagged for interviews,” Reid says, raking a hand through his damp hair. “We didn’t mean to interrupt.” His attention pivots from Devin to me and back again. “What you do off the field is your business.”
“Yeah.” Cooper throws up his hands, one of which is clutching a helmet. “As you were. We saw nothing.”
Reid gives him a shove and they continue down the hall to the locker room.
Devin turns back to me, the ghost of a smile touching his lips when he sees my Wildcat head is back in place. “At least one of us gets to keep our secret.”
33
PARKER
Thanksto my post-game activities with Sutton, I’m the last one to leave the locker room and by the time I get home, I’m dragging ass. All I want to do right now is scarf down a pizza and catch a nap.
The upside of Sutton’s Wildcat duties is that I can rest up for tonight.
The downside? My balls are blue as shit.
But I can take it. Hell, the anticipation will make the payoff that much sweeter.
And with any luck, those Wildcat appearances won’t take long.
I fish my keys out of my pocket just as the streetlights come on. The temperature is dropping fast, and the sun set half an hour ago. Short days are one of the things I hate most about winter, second only to the cold. Before enrolling at Waverly, I wore shorts year-round and didn’t own a coat, but Pennsylvania is a far cry from South Carolina, so yeah, I had to expand my wardrobe.
I dart a glance at Sutton’s apartment as I slide my key in the lock.
The idea of her walking home alone in the dark sets my teeth on edge and I make a mental note to text her. Maybe we can meet up when she’s done and I can walk her home. Or better yet, maybe we can grab a bite to eat andthenI can walk her home.
God knows I’m a bottomless pit on game days and she probably hasn’t eaten since she put on the Wildcat costume this morning. The memory of her nearly empty fridge seals the deal. Yeah, I’m definitely taking her out for dinner. My girl needs to keep her strength up. Between gymnastics and mascot performances, she must be burning calories like mad.
What she needs is a big-ass cheeseburger. And fries. Maybe even a milkshake.
Decision made, I turn the key and open the door.
The instant I enter the apartment, goosebumps prickle the back of my neck.
Something’s wrong. It’s too quiet.
