“Nice jersey, Teach.”
Her cheeks go pink. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those guys who likes his girl wearing his name on her back.”
“Deep down, we’re all cavemen.”
She rolls her eyes.
I lean in, lips going to her ear. “Please tell me you’ll be waiting in that jersey and nothing else when I get home tonight?”
Mischief in her eyes, that tempting mouth curved into a sexy smile I want to taste. “How’re you going to convince me?”
“I haven’t done enough, Teach?”
“My pajamas are really comfortable.”
Laughing, I bend down and kiss her…and as it often does when it comes to this woman, I forget where we are and who’s around and?—
“Give me one reason to not trade you.”
My dick is hard and pressing uncomfortably against my jock.
But there are far too many people around for me to make the necessary adjustments, including?—
“Damon,” she says on a beleaguered sigh.
“I’m kidding,” he mutters.
“You are”—she leans up and presses her lips to his cheek—“you just wish you weren’t.”
“That’s true enough.”
He turns to me, eyes sparking with humor. “You saw the news?”
“About Ambrose?”
A nod. “Fifty game suspension, anger management, and potential criminal charges.”
“Not enough,” Kylie mutters. “He should never play in the league again.”
“He might not,” Damon says.
“Might isn’t good enough.”
“Bloodthirsty,” I say lightly, drawing her against me. “I didn’t expect that.”
“You’ve seen her play Ticket to Ride and you didn’t know that?” Damon’s words are dry…and earn him a swat from his sister.
“Quit making me crazy.”
“Never going to happen.”
But he’s grinning as he walks off, Kylie glaring after him.
“I think if you played hockey, you would have been an enforcer,” I tease.
“There’s someone I want to punch right now, that’s for damn sure,” she mutters, not looking back at me until he’s turned the corner.
“Starfire?”
