Page 185 of Off the Pitch

Shit.

As soon as training was over, I ditched Liam as fast as possible and headed for the door. I wanted to get out of the training centre and away from Félix.

I knew our hookup had been nothing more than that, and it had ended on good terms. It didn’t mean I wanted to run into him again though. Even if he had looked sexy as fuck with his dark eyes and salt and pepper stubble.

Fuck no. I was not going there again. That would spell nothing but trouble.

I glanced over my shoulder, checking to see if Liam had followed me. He’d been worried when I’d said I had to go without giving him a reason. I usually told him everything, and I hated lying to him. But I wasn’t sure how to tell him that I was making a run for it because I’d fucked our boss’s brother on the night of his wedding, and now said sexy hookup was here, and I was a coward. Somehow, I didn’t think Liam would see the funny side.

“Ooft, shit. Sorry.” I’d run smack into a solid body in my attempt toMission Impossibleit out of the building. I rubbed my shoulder, then froze.

“It’s not a problem,” said a deep, sexy voice I knew belonged to exactly the person I was trying to avoid. “You should probably watch where you’re going though.”

“Yeah, I know.” I looked at Félix Trossero, wondering for a second if he actually remembered me or not. Just because it had been an incredible fuck for me, didn’t mean it had been that good for him. Besides it had been one night nearly two months ago, and Félix seemed like the sort of person who went through a different partner every week, if not every night. I doubted I was special enough to stand out in his memory. It sucked, but it was probably a blessing in disguise. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he said, that same devastating smile playing across his lips. “It’s good to see you again, Jordan.” Bollocks. There went that theory. “I didn’t know you played.”

“I didn’t know you were my coach’s brother,” I shot back coolly. “Did you tell him?”

“That we fucked?” Félix looked confused, like he was wondering why I’d asked the question.

“Yeah.”

Félix raised his eyebrow. “No, of course not. Why would I?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “You guys looked pretty close.”

“First of all, we are definitely notthatclose,” Félix said. He pulled a face and I snorted. “Secondly, I’d never out someone without their permission. Ever.” There was a cold edge to his voice, as if he were speaking from experience. “It’s nobody’s business what you do in bed, as long as everyone’s of age and enjoying themselves.”

“Yeah.” I nodded. There was another question circling lazily in my mind that I just had to ask. “How’d you know? That I’m not out, I mean.”

“Well, you’re definitely not out publicly. I’d have heard about that,” he said. He wasn’t wrong there. “And as I said, I’m not that close to my brother.”

“Thanks though.” I wasn’t really sure what else to say. Instead I looked at him, reminding myself of the sharp lines of his jaw and the fullness of his lips. I’d never gotten to find out how they’d feel around my cock. Félix must have noticed my stare because he gave me a heated look. Almost like a wolf eyeing up his next meal. Something in my chest fluttered wildly.

“You’re welcome,” he said. “So, what are you doing now?”

“Not much.” I forced my brain to come back online, and I gave him a little smile of my own. “I was trying to get out of here before someone saw me, but since I failed… not much.”

Félix stepped a tiny bit closer. My breath caught in my throat, and my heart pumped so fast I could hear it. “Then how about another round? Last time you promised to make me scream your name, and I don’t think you followed through. Want to try again?”

I swallowed. I knew I shouldn’t say yes. Félix hadbad ideawritten all over him in flashing neon lights. He was my boss’s brother for fuck’s sake! Still… it wasn’t as if anyone else had to know. And it wasn’t as if it was going to be anything more than another round or two of great sex.

“Sure,” I said, giving him a challenging smile. “Let’s go.”

Chapter Five

#wantyou

Félix

Sometimes, thinking with my dick got me into all sorts of trouble. Sometimes, it led to amazing things. Like right now.

I was lying half-naked on my hotel room bed, watching Jordan strip slowly. His career choice explained why he was so fit with beautiful hips, thighs, and abs that were all begging to be licked and sucked.

I’d always made it a point, on principle, since my own footballing career had come to a sliding stop, to never fuck footballers. If I’d known Jordan was a player when we’d first met, I’d have politely turned him down and found someone else. Especially since he was one of Lucas’s players, and I was trying very, very hard not to think about the fact that my brother tended to view his players like family.

I knew I shouldn’t have asked Jordan for a second round, but one look at his ass in his training kit, running up and down the pitch, had melted away any tiny shred of resolve I might have had. I needed to fuck him again, and I was never one to deny myself things.

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