It takes me a second to stop gawking and say, “Memphis.” Calling him Gravlin would draw even more interest.
He looks at me but doesn’t do jack shit to pry himself away from Waylynn, so I try her instead. “Waylynn, come on.”
She breathes deeply and her chest rises, pushing her tits up even more. I probably shouldn’t be noticing that, but then she steps to the side, putting space between her and Memphis. I wave her toward me, and she says, “Pardon me,” several times as she passes in front of people to get out of the row.
“Hey, sorry to make you wait,” she tells me once she’s on the stairs.
“You’re good. Have you been enjoying the game?” I ask as Memphis sulks behind her when he gets out of the row.
“Enjoying…” She widens her eyes as if she thinks the question is crazy.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell Oz you hate it.” I chuckle as we make our way back up to the main deck.
“I don’t hate it,” she says hurriedly. “It’s just…so rough. You can hear it when they hit. Like a car crash. Do you think he’s going to be okay?”
That makes me laugh harder. “He’ll be fine. He wears pads for a reason.”
“I would run the other way if one of them came at me, pads or not, and I don’t even run,” she says seriously. It’s adorable. As soon as the thought strikes me, I look away from her and over at Memphis. He’s not glaring at me like he wants to rip my balls off, so I don’t think he noticed.
“What’s the plan now?” I ask, making sure not to stare at Waylynn too much.
“We can go down and meet him in the athletics hall,” he offers, checking in with Waylynn.
“I can—”
“Come with us,” Memphis interrupts. “If anyone asks, you’re there for my brother, but they won’t,” he promises.
“As long as we can keep a few feet of space between the two of you, I think it will be fine,” I tease. Waylynn’s cheeks turn pink with a blush.Shit.
Oswald
The repeatedslaps on the back are starting to get to me. I’m happy we won, but it wasn’t easy. I don’t think there’s a lot to celebrate with a three-point difference.
Once the coach is done with us on the end of the field, he heads back toward the locker rooms. There are all kinds of people in the hall—press, the athlete heads, and some players’ families. It’s easy to spot Memphis in the crowd. When I get closer, I realize he’s standing behind Waylynn. She’s a lot shorter, so it was harder to see her, but the minute I do, a grin splits my lips. She’s wearing my number across her chest, and what a fine fucking chest it is. The material is tight over her tits and sits a little looser on her waist where it’s gathered up so it’s not over her hips. She’s in a cute pair of cutoff shorts that are a little longer than what a lot of girls wear, but she looks amazing.
“Look at you, representing.” I grab her in a tight hug the moment I’m close enough. When I pull back, I tug a little extra fabric by her shoulder and marvel at the shirt. “Where’d you get this?”
“I know a guy if you need one,” she teases, then spins around to show me her back, and I see my name across her shoulders. She peeks around at me, and I wrap her up in my arms again, feeling her butt tucked against me.
“You can tell him to hook you up with one for every day of the week.” I sway her from side to side. “Hey, guys,” I greet, finally saying hi to Memphis and Bates.
“Officially on the roster.” Memphis sends a fist bump my way, and I unhook from Waylynn to return it.
“Just a matter of time.”
“See? He’s fine,” Bates tells Waylynn. “You’re going to have to stop taking so many hits, she was worried,” he ribs.
“You were?” I peek down at her, and she nods. “I’ll see what I can do.” My grin is probably too big, but it’s nice to have someone worry about me besides my brother.
“This is going to take a little while. What are you guys going to do?”
“I have shit to do at the house,” Bates pipes up quickly.
Memphis looks at the side of his face questioningly. He usually hangs out with us on Saturday unless he has a show or something. “We can go home and wait for you. You good if we grab something to eat?”
“Yeah, I need a little while before I stuff my face.” If I ate now, I would probably hurl it all back up.
“Okay, go do what you need to do. Let me know when you need a ride,” Memphis tells me.
