The crowd that was already in the stadium cheered when the Saints came running out to practice. Quinn definitely sounded like the loudest. I saw their heads turn, and I saw number eight stumble. I wanted to run. This was a bad idea.
“Best he sees you now and gets over it,” Quinn said to me with a satisfied smirk.
Coach Bowers was already yelling at them, and I watched the team go through their paces. Jett threw the ball repeatedly downfield as Ash and Gray did quick sprints to limber up. I knew the rest of the team was doing things, but all I could watch was the Saints QB.
His jersey was tucked up over his pads, and his black undershirt was already sticking to his body. Black pants sculpted his thighs and ass, and I knew I was completely objectifying him.
“Your tongue’s out,” Mia whispered to me as she giggled.
“He’s just so goddamn sexy. I want to lick him all over,” I told her loudly over the noise.
“Hello, we’re the twins’ parents.”
My eyes closed, and I felt Quinn laugh beside me. Turning, I plastered a smile on my face.
“Hi.”
“Ava?” Jett’s mom looked exactly like Jett, only softer.
“Yeah, um, hi.” I jerked my thumb over my shoulder. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine,” she assured me as she hugged me.
“Oh, right.” I hesitantly returned the hug.
“Your shirt’s amazing. Quinn, you’ve beendecoratingagain?” Jett’s mom quickly hugged the dark-haired girl.
“It’s not like it’s graffiti.” Quinn shrugged.
“You’re the tagger?” I said as my mouth dropped open.
“Shh,” Quinn shushed me. “You want to get me in trouble?”
I never in a million years imagined it would be Quinn. Would anyone?
“I hear you like football, Ava,” Jett’s dad said to me.
“Yes, very much, sir.”
“Kerr is fine,” he corrected. “Who’s your money on today?”
I licked my lips. I hesitated. Kerr Santo nodded thoughtfully as he watched his family on the field. “I agree.” He turned to me. “Follow me.”
I had no reasonable objection, and as Quinn stood there introducing Jett’s mom to Mia, I followed his dad off the bleachers, down into the stadium, and into a small office.
“You have five minutes, Ava, use it wisely.”
As he shut me in, I looked around the room in confusion before the door opened again, and Jett was there. His hair was already messy from warm-up, and his cheeks were flushed. Two black grease marks ran across his cheeks, and I watched him as he slowly closed the door.
“Ava,” he growled as he crossed the room, and then his hands were in my hair, his lips were devouring me, and my hands were clutching him to me. “I don’t have much time,” he whispered against my lips.
“What do you need to win?” I asked without hesitation.
“You. On my tongue.”
Honestly, I’d been thinking pep talk or something, and my jaw slackened.
Jett grinned, and then I was laughing along with him. He wrapped his arms around me. “I think I’ve been a dick.” He pulled me tight into him.
