Summer was right, my brother’s teammates are hot.
It’s been three weeks since I’ve seen Abby but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t been on my mind every fucking day. Meeting her threw me for a loop; she’s stunning, and not in the overly done up way, she’s just naturally beautiful and those green eyes of hers really had my pulse jumping. I have no idea how she got under my skin within a matter of hours, but it’s been impossible to get her off my mind. I’ve heard Chase mention a couple of times in the locker room recently that his sister has been decorating his apartment and he’s ‘not sure what he’ll come home to next.’ It makes me picture her walking around in those little cut off shorts, hanging things on the wall or rearranging furniture. Rubbing my eyes as I’m laying in bed, images of Abby’s tanned legs take over and I can feel my cock throb. Before I’m able to take care of things, my phone dings with a text.Damnit.
Liam
Hey, let’s meet at Nate’s before we workout later.
Shit. It slipped my mind that I agreed to workout with them today.
We don’t have practice today since it’s Saturday, but I’d still like to get a quick run in before we workout. I’ll head downtown to run there and then just go to Nate’s after. While I’m that way, it’d be a good idea to stop and check on the progress at the Rec Center too.
Finding a parking spot downtown is usually a pain in the ass, but luckily I’m able to find a small lot that has a few openings. It’s a beautiful day out, which means it’s perfect for a run by the water, but that also means it’s probably going to be busy down here. Lately, my runs have been in my neighborhood, where it’s less crowded and less likely for anyone to recognize or stop me.
Just as I’m finishing up, someone calling my name catches my attention as I take my headphones out.
“Ford?” It’s a soft voice. A voice I’d never forget. It’s Abby.
She’s pulling her sunglasses up into her hair as she walks up to me. Her green eyes are sparkling in the sunlight and I’m silently telling my dick to retreat as I feel the not so subtle twitch. Could she be any more gorgeous? She’s wearing a sports bra and a pair of those bike shorts I’ve noticed women everywhere seem to love. The red fabric hugs every curve and leaves little to the imagination. My breath hitches and I’m internally praising the man upstairs for the way her legs look in those shorts and how her hips are swaying as she’s walking my way. Her breasts bounce a little as she moves, they’re not too big or too small and I’d bet they’d fit perfectly in my hands. When my eyes finally make their way up to her face, she’s wearing a huge smile and it’s directed right at me.
“Thought that was you!” She smiles and waves her hand at me.
“You caught me.” I put my hands up and give her a half smile. She laughs at that and it’s a sound I could get used to. Fuck, she’s so pretty, but I’ve got to stop having these thoughts about her, I just need to relay the message to my dick who has his own greeting as soon as I see her.Now is not the time, big guy.
Thankfully, my sunglasses are covering my eyes, because I’m staring at her like some psycho. There are people walking and biking past us, and I feel very much in the way of everyone else on this path, but somehow, I don’t care enough to move.
“I was just finishing up a run,” I say, with part of me hoping she’ll put me out of my misery and walk away, but the other part of me hopes she’s just as interested in me as I am her. Sweat beads are glistening off her chest, and her shoulders look like they have a slight tint of red from the strength of the sun this morning.
“Oh gosh, yeah of course, I’m sorry for stopping you. I was doing the same and saw you just as I was finishing. It’s time for me to head home anyway, I need to chug some coffee and my laundry won’t fold itself.”
She laughs and without thinking, the words rush out of my mouth, “There’s a coffee shop a couple blocks over, I could use one too.” She tilts her head a little like she’s surprised I asked.Hell, I’m surprised too, but she nods her head with a smile and throws her sunglasses back on.
“Lead the way, Anderson.”
Fuck, I’m so screwed.
The last person I expected to see this morning? Ford Anderson.
The last person I expected to grab coffee with, um… ever? Again, Ford Anderson.
How is it that he looks even more delicious than he did a few weeks ago? Even in just a black t-shirt and athletic shorts, he’s making my insides do somersaults. His shoulders fill out the shirt nicely and it’s hard not to steal glances at his biceps. I’d love to be wrapped in those sculpted arms, even with the very noticeable amount of sweat lingering on his body, I’m turned on. Shaking my head at my own thoughts, I try to think of something different, I can’t get all caught up in how handsome he is. I’m supposed to be at home folding towels and t-shirts, not blushing and getting coffee with hot football Gods.
We order our coffees and grab a small table outside the café. As soon as we take a seat, he takes off his sunglasses and runs a hand through his hair before flipping his hat backwards. A gasp loud enough for the table next to us to hear leaves my mouth and I instantly hate how easily I just gave myself away at how that simple move affected me. He smirks at me and takes a sip of his drink. In all fairness, all women react to the backwards hat, so it’s not just me. Plus, it could’ve been any guy flipping it backwards, it’s not just because he’s hot and sweaty and licking his lips after taking a sip of his coffee. Yeah, that’s what I tell myself. I bite my bottom lip and take a sip of my own coffee to distract myself.
“This coffee is great. I’ll have to remember this place for when I’m down this way.”
“I used to live around here, so I made it a priority to know all the good spots.” He takes another sip and his throat moves up and down as he does. Every movement Ford makes sends my senses into overdrive. How can an Adam’s apple be hot? I’m positive that I’ve never been so physically attracted to someone. It makes me briefly think of Andrew, someone I thought I would marry one day, and I don’t recall ever feeling like this around him, even in the beginning stages of our relationship.
“So, you and Chase must be close,” he says it as a statement, not a question and it catches me by surprise.
“Kind of. We drifted a little bit over the last couple of years, but that was probably my fault.” Actually, that was Andrew's fault, but no need to bore Ford with that detail.
“Do you have any siblings?”
He clears his throat and pulls at his jaw a little, giving me a good view of the massive size of his hands. Hands I’d love to feel around my waist and on my skin. “Only child.” He purses his lips together as he says it and leans back in the chair.
We go back and forth a little bit, kind of like the first night we met, having some lulls of silence, but it’s never awkward.
“So, you’re off today. What’s on the agenda for you?” I’m laughing at my own comment because somehow I see Ford having these intense rituals before game day, like eating certain meals or running exactly three miles.
