Page 2 of Arrogant Rucking Player

A pair of erect nipples and too bright teeth blinded me.

“Urgh. Ah—” I stumbled over my tied tongue when the vision I didn't want assaulted me.

Not how the media team trained me to react.

“Fine.” The mum flounced away, several things that shouldn't have flouncing along with her, while her hair and tits stayed fixed firmly in place.

I scrubbed my face with both hands and dropped my balls. “Fuck me.”

“I think that was the point she tried to make.” The soft tones of the mystery mum I'd been semi-stalking—fine, all out stalking—for the last few afternoons at pick up time without success drifted past me. “And you probably do actually need a hand now. Would you like these back?”

I peeled my fingers apart to see the woman I’d been crushing on holding my balls out in both hands.

“Yeah.”Gulp. What the fuck am I, a teenager in a school yard?“Thanks for your help.”

“You’re welcome.” She knelt to help me stuff everything back in the netted bag. “Are they all that vicious?”

I laughed under my breath and managed not to look over my shoulder in case I got caught out by the rest of the super mum-cadre. “Ah, some,” I said, cautious in my wording. “Not all, thankfully.” Ballsing up, pun intended, I shot her a grateful glance and got my shit together. “I missed your name when Brady turned up on the first day.” I strived for a casual tone.

She shot me a look. One that I bet Brady wilted under regularly. I joined him mentally.

“He’s doing well,” I strove for recovery.

Look the second was targeted my way.

I desisted.

Her lips quirked at one corner when I didn’t sass her back, and her secret little smile was sweet and cute as hell.

“Nyla Jennings,” she murmured, holding out a hand. “Watch that. I think I’m still covered in coffee dregs from a mishap earlier.” She winced when our hands joined—mine a hell of a lot larger than her smaller, honey coloured one. Both came away sticky and a little gritty.

I shrugged. “I’m usually sweaty and muddy. There’s nothing glamorous about my job.” I eyed her curiously. “You work in a cafe— ah, a restaurant?”

She nodded and looked down at the stained apron still strung around her waist, the logo folded over, obscuring the business name. “It’s not like I can hide it.”

“Yeah. Right.” I rubbed the back of my neck and came up smelling like coffee.

That’s gonna be a fave from now on.

I didn’t drink a whole lot of the stuff but I could go for a cuppa just to remember this conversation.

Damn, at this rate I’d be able to addstalkerto my resume permanently.

“Mum!” Brady crash tackled Nyla at waist height the moment she stood, knocking the slight woman back a few steps. “Missed you.”

“Easy there, bud. You don’t want to hurt her.”

I frowned, but she patted his head and kissed him.

“It’s okay. I missed you too. Tell me you behaved well?” She looked between us anxiously.

“He did.”

“Yep,”we chorused in tandem.

“Hmmm.” Nyla looked between us, that secret smile resurfacing. “I’m not sure I can trust either of you.”

“I’m wounded.” I pressed a hand to my chest.

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