Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 130380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
I pulled her into the shower, washing myself off her before I planted a long, deep kiss to her lips.
“No shower for you?” she asked, trying to pull me inside.
“I’ll shower at the stadium. Coach will have my ass if I’m late.”
“I tried to tell you.”
“And I told you,” I said, slapping her ass and reveling in the little yelp she gave me. “I wasn’t leaving until you came.”
“You win.”
“Damn fucking straight, I win.”
I growled the words against her mouth, and then she wrapped me up and held me to her, my cock coming to life again at the thought of taking her in this shower.
But the front door shut downstairs, and I cursed.
“You need to clean your tattoo,” Mary said.
“I promise I will.”
“I mean it. If you fuck up my work, I’ll—”
“You’ll what, exactly?”
She tried to pull me into the shower with her, but I heard the car fire up outside, and I really was about to get left if I didn’t get a move on.
“Let me go, you insatiable woman,” I teased, kissing Mary one last time. “I promise I’ll clean it and be as careful as I can at practice.”
She begrudgingly let me go, and I let myself take in the sight of her in that shower with the steam rising around her before I hurriedly cleaned myself up and pulled on my joggers and hoodie before running down the stairs. The guys were already backing out of the driveway when I caught up to them and yanked open the back door, sliding in like I was a robber and they were the getaway car.
They all pinned me with annoyed glares, but then Kyle let out a fizz of a laugh that set the rest of them laughing, too.
And I didn’t care that they cracked jokes the whole ride in, or that by the time I showered and made it on the field, I was a little late and had to run laps to make up for it.
I smiled the entire time.
I couldn’t wait to get back home.
Mary
I had never been so thankful for a day off in my life.
Between the emotional rollercoaster of yesterday, staying up all night drinking with the girls, and then Leo ravishing me this morning — I was exhausted. I’d barely made it through the shower before I’d collapsed naked and still damp in Leo’s bed and slept until almost noon.
I texted the girls an update, which they responded to with a thousand emojis that varied from eggplants and water splashes to heart eyes and wedding bells. It made me smile, and that smile was latched in place permanently when I got a text from Leo after practice.
Leo: Only had to run ten laps. Proceeded to have the best practice of my life afterward.
Me: Hmm… sounds like I should be part of your training program.
Leo: Deep in you, and then deep in the end zone? I like the sound of that.
I spent the rest of the day cleaning up the house, which was an absolute pigsty. I swept and mopped and changed Palico’s litterbox and, because I felt generous, I grabbed the guys’ laundry when I went down to do my own. Other than that, I relaxed and rested, watching movies and doodling tattoo outlines on my iPad from the couch while Palico purred in a little ball next to me.
I was just folding up the last load of laundry when the guys barreled through the door like a pack of wild animals.
“Mary!” Braden called, slinging his bag onto the bay window bench I’d just cleaned. He wrapped me up in a hug and spun me around before I could yell at him. “We’ve missed you.”
“One of us more than the rest,” Kyle added with a smirk, tossing his bag on top of Braden’s. He paused at the sight of clothes piled on the couch. “Wait — did you do our laundry?”
“Some of it,” I said when Braden put me on the ground again. I pointed at the bay window. “And I just cleaned, so take your bags upstairs, you animals.”
Blake had been about to add his to the pile, but he paused, letting it swing mid-air before he pointed at the stairs. “I was just taking mine up.”
“Uh-huh,” I said with a smile. I turned back toward Braden just in time to see him mouthing mommy to Kyle as he pointed at me.
I rolled up a pair of his briefs and pegged him in the face with them.
“Wait, are you off tonight?” Kyle asked, checking the time on his Apple watch. It was just past eight. I didn’t know their full schedules, but I did know that they tried to line up their afternoon and evening classes as much as they could so they could all ride together.
“I am.”
“Madden tournament?!” Braden asked, waggling his brows.