“That’s not what I was gonna ask, but is that something you’d like to watch?”
His face crumpled like a piece of paper. “Fuck no.”
I held up my hands. “Okay, okay. I was just asking since you brought it up.”
“Ididn’t bring it up.Youbrought it up.”
“No,” I said, shaking my head, “it was definitely you who said I couldn’t jerk off in your car. I just said I had a question.”
“Then what’s your fucking question?” he snapped.
Shifting in the leather seat, I wanted to see his face for this.
“How did you know it was about fucking?”
He sighed heavily. “Just ask the question.”
This was going well.
“Okay, Mr. Touchy. I would have thought, after all those orgasms, you would not be so tense. But whatever.”
Carson gritted his teeth, making his jaw flex. He looked just like he did when he was trying not to come.
“I’ve been reading about our teammates, and wondered how well you know Evan Ellis?”
Carson side-eyed me warily. “He’s one of my best friends. Why?”
“Since he’s on the offense and about our size, do you think he’d like to practice one-on-one with me?”
He relaxed and released a weighted breath. “Evan’s a good guy. He’ll do anything to help make sure we’re ready to play.”
“Awesome,” I said. “Do you think he’d let me chase him and tackle him to the ground? Maybe naked? Or in a Speedo? We do that.”
I watched as he sucked in a shocked breath.
“No!” he screeched. “What is wrong with you?”
I shrugged one shoulder. “A lot of things, but that’s a story for another drive. What about a hookup? A quick suck and fuck, then move on.”
I studied the side of his face, trying to keep myself from laughing at him. This game was fun.
“Oh my god, stop! If you’ve researched anything, you know Evan is in a relationship, and they are solid. And he’s not like that. He’d never cheat on Hudson. Even with you.”
I bit my lip, taking that as a compliment.
“Fine. What about the quarterback?”
“Why are you doing this to me?”
I laughed. “I’m not doing anything but trying to get to know my teammates. That’s all.”
He glanced over at me, then back to the road. “No, you’re not. You’re trying to pay me back for what I said. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it the way it came out.”
Too fucking bad.
“Okay. Maybe the boyfriend would like to join us. He could be the meat in a two-athlete sandwich. He looks like the daddy type to direct a really hot scene.”
Carson’s face was charting new shades of red again, and I was beginning to worry he might have a blood pressure problem.
