“You all are too old to be acting like a bunch of high school mean girls,” Woosley adds. “This is your only warning. Next time, you’ll be sitting on the bench.”
Nobody moves.
“That’s what I thought,” I say, crossing my arms. “Hit the showers. We’ll see who shows up to work next practice.”
Woosley blows his whistle, and the team staggers toward the locker room, dragging their tired bodies across the field.
I linger for a moment, watching them go, feeling a small spark of satisfaction. It’s not just about the drills—it’s about setting the tone. They don’t have to like me, but they damn will respect me.And Dylan.
I catch Jacob’s eye as he walks past, still catching his breath. He flashes me a quick smile, and I return it with a nod.
Yeah, today was a good day.
Chapter 32
Dylan
As soon as I step through the front door, I’m barely two steps in before I’m pinned against the wall. Matthew’s mouth pressing on mine, peppering soft kisses along the seam of my lips.
“I missed you,” he murmurs against my mouth, his voice low and filled with a need that sends heat rushing through me. His hips roll forward, and the hard ridge of his cock presses into my belly.
I laugh, breathless already. “You saw me this morning.”
“Yeah, well, that was too damn long ago.” His hands grip my waist, and before I can blink, he throws me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.
“Matthew!” I squeal, kicking my feet as he starts up the stairs. “Put me down! I can walk!”
“Nah,” he says, swatting my ass with a playful slap that makes me yelp. “This is way more fun.”
I thump my fists against his back, but it’s half-hearted. His laughter rumbles through his chest as he carries me effortlessly, taking the steps two at a time. God, it’s ridiculous how strong he is—and I hate how much I love it.
Matthew doesn’t even bother closing the door behind us as he strides into his room and tosses me onto the bed. I land with a bounce, giggling, my hair a tangled mess around my face. My heart thuds in my chest—not just from the little bit of alcohol buzzing through my veins, but from the way he’s looking at me. Like I’m the only thing in the world that matters.
I sit up, brushing my hair out of my eyes, and grin at him. “So... how was practice?”
He doesn’t answer, just stalks closer, his eyes dark with intent.
“You promised me a workout,” I tease, stretching out on the bed and flashing him a smile. “But so far, this feels a lot like a nap.”
Matthew’s mouth quirks up at the corner, but instead of laughing, he grips my chin and tilts my head back slightly. The shift in his energy sends a shiver down my spine—playful Matthew is fun, but this version of him? The one who takes exactly what he wants?ThatMatthew is dangerous in the best way.
His hand slides from my jaw to my throat, holding me gently—not tight, just enough to make me hyper-aware of every beat of my pulse. My breath hitches. Before I can say anything else, his mouth crashes down on mine, silencing whatever witty remark I had planned.
The taste of him—sweat, mint, and something that’s justhim—floods my senses, and I melt under it. His tongue sweeps against mine, demanding, coaxing, until I sigh into his mouth, my body softening beneath him.
“Practice was good,” he mutters against my lips, his voice gravelly, the words vibrating through me. “No more issues to worry about.”
I hum, a little distracted by the way his thumb is stroking the side of my neck, slow and deliberate.
“And now,” he continues, his breath hot against my skin, “it’s time to get your heart pumping. Burn off some of that energy.”
I shiver as he kisses down the side of my throat, nipping lightly at the skin there. “Just relax, Dylan,” he whispers, his hand tightening slightly around my neck—not enough to hurt, just enough to make me feel like I belong to him. “Take my tongue like a good girl.”
Oh,yes. That right there? That’s a command I don’t mind following.
I shift on the bed, sliding until I’m lying almost upside down, my head dangling right at the edge of the footboard. From this angle, I can watch every deliberate move Matthew makes as he strips out of his clothes. My eyes track the flex of his muscles, the smooth roll of his shoulders, and when his boxers drop to the floor, his cock springs free, slapping against his abs with a satisfying thud. The piercing at the tip glints in the soft glow of the room, making my mouth water.
He catches me staring, and a wicked grin spreads across his face as he walks slowly around the bed. My heart races, anticipation coiling low in my belly. The mattress dips under his weight as he climbs on, settling between my legs, pulling me closer to him.
