“Fucking right it is.” I pull her in close and there’s a little voice in the back of my head that says to keep it PG-13, but screw that. It’s New Year’s Eve and we’re going to the CFP Championship. I kiss my girl hard and deep, a promise of things to come when I get her alone tonight. “I’m going to fuck you boneless while you’re wearing my jersey and nothing else.”
She smirks. “It’s like you read my mind.”
A few hours later, we’re partying at the hotel with the rest of the team, champagne in hand, waiting for the countdown to midnight. The ballroom is dark, the music is loud, and the dancing is scandalous. Sutton’s sitting on my lap and I’m buzzed, which is probably why I’m so enamored with the sight of my name stitched across her back. Most of the other girls changed into slinky party dresses, but Sutton’s still wearing her jersey and it’s the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
She leans forward, nearly spilling her champagne, and grabs my phone off the table. “You have a text.”
“Who’s it from?” I ask, kissing her neck as she tries to hand me the phone.
“It doesn’t say.”
“Probably just more well-wishers.”
I already talked to my parents, and everyone else I want to celebrate with is right here.
“Don’t you want to read it?”
What I want is to take my girl upstairs and make good on my promise.
“Nah.” I slip my arms around her waist and begin massaging her thighs. “You can read it though.”
“You really don’t want to know who it is?” She turns to look at me over her shoulder. “What if it’s important?”
“It’s not.” I get dozens of random texts after every game. Most get deleted without a response. “Trust me.”
She turns back to the glowing phone, ass wriggling as I work my way up her thighs.
“If you keep that up, we’re going to have a problem.”
“Ay Dios mío!” Sutton leaps to her feet and whirls around to face me, cobalt hair swinging around her shoulders.
“Damn, Shorty. It was just a joke.”
“Devin, you got it!” She holds up my phone, but I only have eyes for her. “You got the Sports Stream internship!”
My stomach drops. “Are you serious?”
I grab the phone and read the text, pulse thrumming.
Unknown:Hey, DJ. This is Mac. I got your number off your resume. Hope you don’t mind me using it, but I wanted to unofficially welcome you to Sports Stream. The details of the intern position will be emailed to you next week, but it’s yours if you want it. The selection committee chose you by unanimous vote. And for what it’s worth, you’d have been chosen regardless of the email you sent me. Your interview was impressive and we always expect a few hiccups during the broadcasts. In fact, it’s how candidates handle them that are the most telling. Congratulations and Happy New Year!
“It lookslike we have another reason to celebrate tonight.” Sutton wraps her arms around me and squeezes, her smile as wide as I’ve ever seen it. “I’m so proud of you.”
I’m proud of myself. I really thought I’d blown it, but maybe that was my past talking. My parents are going to lose it when I tell them I got the internship, but it can wait until morning. For now, I just want to let it sink in and spend some time with my girl.
“Thanks, but I think you mean two more reasons to celebrate.”
She pulls back, brow furrowed. “Did I forget something?”
“Let’s not forget you’ve found your passion and you’re ringing in the new year with a new major.” It’s a big step, but I know she’s going to kill it. “And your season starts soon. I’ve never been to a gymnastics meet, but you can bet your ass I’m going to be at every single home meet cheering you on.”
“Really?”
“You came to all of my games. It’s only fair.”
She throws her head back and laughs. “I didn’t have a choice.”
“Well, I do and I’m bringing signs. Glittery ones.”
