That’s very unlike him. I respond right away.
Me: Of course. Are you okay?
Pierce: Yes. How long?
Me: About thirty minutes.
Pierce: See you then.
I’m worried. I saw his room when he moved in, but he’s never asked me to come by. It must be important.
It’s now dark outside, and the parking lot is nearly empty. All the fans are gone. It’s just players’ cars, and some of them have already started leaving. Daylen should be out any minute now.
I hear Daylen before I see him. His laugh is hard to miss. I can’t help but smile when I hear it.
When he finally notices me waiting by his Jeep, his entire face lights up. He’s so freakin’ happy to see me. It feels good.
“Nice game,” I say.
He wordlessly approaches, drops his bag, and immediately pins me to his Jeep with his body as his soft, plump lips caress my mouth. The familiar taste of strawberries delights my taste buds. I should be worried that someone could see us, but I have zero fucks to give right now.
He grabs my face and deepens this kiss like he hasn’t kissed me in weeks, when in reality it was just this morning. It’s seductive. It’s intoxicating. It’s perfect. I’m falling deeper and deeper for him every day that passes.
An intruding noise eventually causes us to breathlessly break apart, though our faces remain close together. I breathe, “Wow, I should wait for you more often.”
He traces my lipstick-smeared, swollen lips with his thumb. “I like you waiting for me.”
“I like your dance moves. Nice touchdown celebration.”
A big grin breaks out on his face. “That was for you.”
I nod. “I know. I loved it. I wanted to thank you before we got to the bar, but my brother just texted that he needs me. I’m going to Uber over there. I’ll come by later tonight.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t want you alone in an Uber. I’ll drive you.”
I roll my eyes. “I’ll be fine. I’ve been Ubering alone for a decade. You should go and celebrate with your teammates. It was a big win.”
He scowls. “Not happening. I’d rather celebrate alone with you anyway. Get in the damn car. We’ll stop by Pierce’s and then go to my house, where I will feed you and then fuck you.”
His protective, take-charge demeanor should bother me, but it turns me on, and he knows it. “You’re a Neanderthal, you know that?”
“You love it, Cruella.” He points to the passenger side of his Jeep. “Car. Now.”
Fuck, he’s so hot.
While we’re driving, he squeezes my thigh. “Do you know what I learned today?”
“That Speedos are extremely revealing and women love a good bulge?” I cheekily reply.
“No, wise ass. I learned that you’re a black belt in karate. I never stood a chance, did I?”
I giggle. “You could have asked. You assumed I couldn’t knock your sexy ass down. Don’t ever underestimate me. I only make bets I’m confident I can win.”
He bites back his smile and breathes, “Unreal. I was set up.”
“I owed you one for setting me up with the Champ bet.”
He smirks. “I suppose, but I’m pretty sure you got me back with the fake dick pic. I was five seconds away from sending you a real dick pic to prove you wrong.
