“He’s right,” Drew says, swinging an arm around my shoulders. “You might not have on a uniform, but you might as well have been on that field. I hadPlay your own game togetherrunning through my head like a damn mantra during that last quarter.”
I laugh, thinking of the thing I say to the guys all the time as warmth floods my chest. I’m not a coach and I’m not a player, but I had a hand in this—in helping these guys get to this moment one game away from the Super Bowl—and I’m damn proud of it.
“You should have a uniform.” Cam comes up on my other side and drops his arm around my shoulders too, reaching over and slapping Drew on the back. Then he looks down and winks at me. “Or at least a jersey.”
“Damn, I should have thought of that,” Tyler says, his face then lighting up. “I’ll give you one of mine to wear for the AFC Championship next week! Not, like, the replica jersey you probably already have, but my real, actual jersey.”
Despite the noise of the stadium, I hear Cam growl, “I already gave her a fucking jersey” under his breath, and I grin up at him, bumping his hip with mine because possessive Cam is one of my favorite Cams. “Thanks, Ty Ty, I’ll take it.”
Cam casually drops his hand from my shoulders to my waist, squeezing once before letting go and dropping his head. “Watch it, Wildcat,” he says in a low, raspy voice that has a shiver running down my spine. “Bratty girls get punished.”
“Can’t wait,” I say quietly, sliding a little closer to Cam and grazing my fingers over the side of his thigh, smiling at the noise that rumbles from his chest as I look between the three guys. “So, what’s the plan? Celebration, right?”
“Fuck yeah, we’re celebrating!” Tyler bounces on his toes as if the adrenaline of the win is too much for his body to contain. “I know a club!”
“No,” Drew and Cam say at the same time. “We have a six a.m. flight and a championship game to win next week and everything hurts,” Drew says. “We’re not fucking clubbing.”
“I thought maybe dinner. And dessert,” Cam mutters. I think maybe that last thing was only meant for me, but I know Drew heard it too because he chokes out a laugh, ramming Cam in the ribs with his elbow.
Tyler just rolls his eyes. “I forgot I’m friends with the olds. I wish Soph made the trip. She would have gone out with me,” he grumbles.
“Well, she didn’t, so you’re stuck with us,” Drew says, slapping him on the back. “Steak?”
“Later,” Coach Campbell says as he approaches. “Hansley, Ellicott, get your asses to the locker room. Media in five.” Then his face breaks out into a rare smile. “That touchdown at the end of the fourth was a thing of fucking beauty. Good fucking work.”
“Thanks, Coach.” Tyler beams.
Coach Campbell’s face turns back to its habitual scowl and he points to Tyler. “I better not see pictures of you at a club tonight. We have an early flight tomorrow and a championship game to win in a week.”
Tyler rolls his eyes again. “Don’t worry, Coach. My best friends are basically grandpas. We’re going to have the most boring dinner ever and then go to sleep.”
“Good,” he says with a nod. “That’s what I like to hear. Locker room. Now,” he orders, before turning and walking over to a group of defensive linemen who look like they’re filming some sort of complicated dance routine for someone’s phone over by the sideline benches.
Athletes are the fucking best.
“Meet us outside the locker room, Mads!” Tyler calls as he walks away, Drew’s arm slung over his shoulder, leaving me standing with Cam. Drew turns his head and gives us a salacious wink. I laugh and shake my head, turning back to Cam.
“You gonna sneak into my room after dinner tonight, Wildcat?” Cam asks. With his sweaty, disheveled hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a boyish sort of grin stretched over his face, he looks so fucking cute I want to scream.
I run my tongue over my lower lip and watch with a little thrill as Cam’s eyes follow the movement. “I don’t know, Cameron, what’s in it for me?”
His eyes travel down over my body and back up again, and Ifeel his gaze like a caress. “I’m going to strip you down and bend you over my bed. Suck on your clit and spank your perfect ass red for even considering wearing another man’s jersey. Then I’m going to lie down on the bed and make you straddle my lap and ride my cock until you come so many times you’ll be begging me to let you stop.” He winks at me, giving me a devious grin. “But I won’t.”
“Sold,” I manage, my entire body heating like it’s the middle of the summer and not a ten-degree night in Denver. “But is dinner, like, strictly necessary?”
He laughs, swinging an arm around my shoulders and walking me towards the tunnel off the field. “Patience, baby. It’ll be worth it.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
MADDY
I’ve barely even knocked on Cam’s door when it swings open. Cam reaches out and grabs my hand, tugging me through the open door and then slamming it closed, spinning me around so my back is against the wall. He’s shirtless, jeans unbuttoned and hanging open, but I barely get a chance to enjoy the view before he crushes his mouth to mine.
His tongue invades my mouth, swiping and teasing until we’re a wet, messy tangle. I gasp, wrapping my arms around his neck and hopping up. He catches me, his hands under my ass and my legs around his waist, grinding down on his already-hardening cock. “Fuck,” I mutter, as a little shot of pleasure races down my spine. “Dinner took forever.”
“Tell me about it,” he mumbles, attacking my throat with his lips, nipping and sucking as he walks us to the bed, dropping me down in front of it and immediately peeling my sweater over my head. He tosses it away and reaches around to unhook my bra. “Need to see you. All of you. Need my hands on you.”
Cam spins me around so his chest is plastered to my back,lips grazing over my neck. He drops his hands to my waistband, unbuttoning my jeans and pushing them down my hips until they pool on the floor. I step out and kick them away as he drifts his hands up my ribs to cup my breasts, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples and then plucking them into tight peaks between his thumb and forefinger. I gasp when he pinches them, the little nip of pain a shot directly to my clit.
