Page 8 of The P*ssy Next Door

Winked.

At me.

And I was going to have wet dreams about her doing that.

“I want to know more about this ‘fun’ Hayes,” she waggled her fingers in front of my chest like she was performing a spell on me, “before I make any decisions.”

“Fair enough.” I could be fun. Or I could just pretend I was Flynn or Gryff for a night. “How about I show you how fun I can be tomorrow night?”

She scowled at me, and I had no idea what made her give me the face of doom. “If you're inviting me to watch you play football, pass.”

Shit. The how-to-get-a-girl guide I'd read this morning said it made girls all hot and bothered to see a man dominating in sports. I thought for sure I could impress her with tickets to the Kingman VIP suite at the stadium. But Willa looked more like she'd rather give her cat a bath. Scratch that book off the list too. Maybe feed it to said cat. “No, of course not. I meant after the game. I promise, no football talk.”

She considered it, her finger tapping against her chin thoughtfully. “Okay, Kingman, you’ve got yourself a date. But I’m choosing the place. I have a feeling you're as good at picking restaurants as you are at picking coffee.”

I grinned and had to keep myself from giving a fist pump in the air. “It’s a deal. But I do know a fairly good restaurant that just opened up this summer.”

Manniway's Steakhouse was an excellent choice. I was sure of it. But I'd let her choose anywhere she wanted, because I didn't care where we went as long as I got to be near her.

“Wills,” a man with Willa’s same dark blue eyes popped out from a backroom door. “Sure you can’t stay another week or so?”

Wow. Was this her uncle Liam? He didn’t look like the same man I remembered. His face was almost gaunt, and he had much shorter hair than the messy mop he’d always had before. He must have been ill. What was that he said about staying another week?

“Oh look, a Kingman. George is gonna die that he wasn’t here. Willa, get a pic with our celebrity guest for him.” He gave her an eyebrow waggle that was not as discreet as he thought it was.

“Liam, you remember Hayes. He went to school with Xander and me.” She turned to me with a smirk, trying to communicate that her uncle was being a weirdo.

“I do remember.” Liam extended his hand to me and shook it, grinning at Willa the whole time. “That doesn’t mean he’s not a celebrity and that George won’t pee his pants when he finds out he was here while they were all at the Dragons’ game.”

Willa’s forehead wrinkled along with her nose in the cutest WTF face. She whispered to me, “Is this because you got drafted? George is a nutter for all things Mustangs.”

I shrugged. It was hard to feel like anything but just another guy on the team when your three older brothers were not just at the top of their games but recognized as the best players in the League for several years running. Not to mention their car commercials, big-brand shoe sponsorships, and a particularly famous underwear ad in Times Square.

I kind of liked that she wasn't wowed by the notoriety. I didn't give a shit about being a celebrity. I just wanted to be a good ballplayer.

Her uncle shook his head and patted Willa on the shoulder. “Willa, Willa, Willa. Your boy Hayes here is the hottest rookie to hit the League in a half century. Or so George and most of the talking head sports bros say. You’re wearing his jersey for goodness’ sake, and it’s already going for three times what I bought it for at the start of the season.”

Willa spun, looking over her shoulder as if she could read the name. I saw it well before she could.

H. Kingman.

She was wearing my jersey.

Every bit of blood I had rushed out of my extremities and straight to my cock. The couple of brain cells I had left in my head growled like a cocaine bear inhabited by a very possessive demon.

Mine.

Whoa. Slow down there lizard brain. I was raised better than to think I could lay claim to a woman or her body like that. I may not have needed to ask for it as of yet, but I full well knew the name of the game was enthusiastic consent.

But fuck me, I wanted to see Willa wearing my name and number and absolutely nothing else while I enthusiastically consented the shit out of her. That didn't even make sense. But my lizard brain was high fiving the demon bear that wanted to... nope, stop it. We hadn't even been on a date yet.

But the sooner we went on that date, the sooner I could kiss her, the sooner I could get her to fall for me, and the sooner I could get her into bed.

I had some more homework to do.

MISADVENTURES IN SITTING

WILLA

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