“Annoying,” she corrects as she cradles my face in her hands, kissing my nose.
“Lovably annoying, baby,” I shoot back, kissing her right back on her forehead.
Coach groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Jesus Christ, Hayes. Less flirting, more focus. Tomorrow’s game is not a joke. You either lock in, or I swear to God, I’ll stick JP in at quarterback.”
The table explodes again. JP sits up straighter, puffing his chest. “Hell yeah, Coach. Put me in, I’ll sling it.”
“You can’t even sling your laundry into a hamper,” Pierce fires back, and the guys lose it all over again.
Amelia leans closer to me, her voice dry but playful. “Your teammates are children.”
I grin, watching her sip her wine. “And I’m their babysitter, partially.”
She smirks, her eyes glinting in the candlelight. “That explains a lot.”
SportsCenter reruns blareon the TV in our hotel room, but I’m not even watching because Amelia is all I can focus on as she lies next to me, scribbling on her iPad.
She’s curled up against the pillows, my jersey hanging loosely on her frame, the hem brushing her bare thighs. Her iPad rests on her knees, her Apple Pencil moving in quiet little strokes as she sketches. She glances over at me now and then, her pretty, pouty lips begging to be sucked.
I smirk to myself. “You keep looking at me like that, dollface, you’re gonna distract me from the very important job of watching myself on highlight reels.”
Her lips twitch, but she doesn’t look up. “Trust me, Hayes, your ego doesn’t need me to feed it.”
“Okay, baby, sure,” I shoot back, shifting just enough that the elastic of my boxers strains against the weight of my cock, already stirring just from her in my jersey.
Her hand pauses, pencil hovering, and when her eyes flick up to mine, there’s a spark there.
“You’re ridiculous,” she says, but her tone is softer than usual, laced with something else.
I grin, rolling onto my side to face her. “And yet… you’re wearing my number while you draw pretty little pictures in bed. Starting to think you’re obsessed with me.”
Her smirk sharpens, but she sets the iPad down anyway, turning toward me. The jersey slips off one shoulder, exposing smooth skin I want to bite.
“Obsessed?” she repeats, crawling over me until she’s straddling my hips. Her thighs squeeze tight around me, and I swear I’m about to pass out.
“Baby,” I rasp, my hands already sliding up the back of her thighs, “you sit on me in that jersey, I’m not responsible for what happens next.”
She leans down, her lips grazing mine but not kissing me, her smirk wicked. “It’s actually my turn to ruin you.”
The hem of my jersey rides up, brushing over her bare thighs, and all I can do is stare up at her, my chest rising sharp with every breath.
“Amelia,” I rasp, hands sliding up to her waist, “you can’t just?—”
She leans down, pressing her mouth to mine before I can finish. Her nails drag lightly down my chest as I groaninto her mouth, trying to deepen the kiss, but she pulls back just as fast, smirking like the devil herself.
“You’re cruel,” I mutter, chasing her lips again.
“Cruel?” she teases, nipping my jaw. “You love it.”
And God help me, she’s right.
Her hips roll once, grinding against my bulge in my boxers. My breath stutters as my hands grip her tighter. “Fuck, Amelia, please.”
She laughs before sliding off me. My groan of protest dies in my throat when she pushes my shorts down, freeing me, my cock already hard and aching.
“Jesus Christ,” I groan, head tipping back against the pillow as she wraps her hand around me. “Dollface, you’re gonna kill me.”
She leans down, licking a slow stripe up the length before taking my cock into her mouth. My hips jerk, a strangled sound tearing out of me.
