“Nice. You’re clearly devoted to the school,” she teased.
I shot her a look from beneath my brows. “No. To the team. I had this done after Coach named me a starter.” Lifting my hips from the seat, I drew her attention to the football with wings decorating the top of my thigh near the crease where it joined my hip.
“What’s the story behind this one?” Her finger lightly tracing over the design raised goosebumps over my body.
“Football is going to fly me to the life I want.”
“The NFL?”
“For starters.”
She reached for her jacket, slipped it on, and patted around on the floor until she located her purse.
Taking the hint, I tugged the condom off, tied it, and leaned over the front seat to dispose of it in the trash bag hanging off the dash.
“Nice ass.” She laughed.
I hit the seat again and lifted my hips enough to tug my boxers and jeans up over my nice ass. With my body cooling from our recent activities, I pushed my arms through the sleeves of my T-shirt and tugged it down my body.
“Aren’t you cold in only a T-shirt? It’s the beginning of November, for crying out loud. I’d think a Southern boy might find a Montana fall chilly.” She smirked.
Eyeing her jacket, I said, “Seems to me the local girl is the one who’s not acclimated to the weather.” I shook my hair back against the collar of my shirt. “I run hot. This climate suits me.” I smirked back.
A genuine smile lit up her face—a smile that heated me even more than the evening’s festivities had done already. A smile that settled deep in my bones. “Thanks for turning a shitty day into an incredible night. You are exactly what I needed.” She leaned up and brushed a kiss along my jaw.
When I turned to meet it, she was already sliding across the seat to the door.
I hopped out the other door and met her at the back of my truck to walk her the hundred feet to her car. Pulling out my phone, I opened my contacts and typed in her name. With an amused expression, she watched me. Then she shot my great evening straight to hell.
“Like I said, you are exactly what I needed tonight. But I’m on hiatus from getting involved with a guy.”
“Which is your way of saying you’re not giving me your number.” I tried to keep my tone light, but after the most awesome sex of my life, her rejection went down with a bitter taste.
“It’s not personal. But the way things ended with Charlie, I don’t have it in me to open myself up to anyone else right now.”
I took solace in the fact that I knew she’d been as into that hookup as I was. That meant I wasn’t giving up without a fight. Holding up my home page with my name and number on it, I said, “All right.”
Her eyes widened at my easy acquiescence.
“How ’bout you take a pic of my number? Then when you change your mind about going out with me, you can let me know.”
For a second I held my breath as a dubious expression marred her pretty face. With a ghost of a smile, she held up her phone and flashed a shot of my screen. Glancing down at it, she nodded once and slid the phone into her purse.
“Good luck this weekend,” she said as she opened the door to her car.
Shoving my hands into my pockets, I rocked back on my heels. “Will you be watching?”
“Possibly.” Her tone may have been noncommittal, but her dancing eyes said I should count on it.
I didn’t even try to stop my grin. “I’ll dedicate my first sack to you.”
“You do that.” She slid into her sweet Camaro and fired up the engine. As she drove away, I saluted her and noted her license plate: RUN IT.
At least I had a clue how to “run into” her again.
Chapter Three
Wyatt
