Page 72 of Trust Me Always

“He won one fucking game—with our help, I might add.”

“Not like we threw the ball for him, my man,” Chase laughs.

“Shut up. You’re just happy you got your yards after all, and that’s only because I put their starting QB down in the first quarter, thank you very much.”

Chase chuckles. “And you’re just mad he’s still after yourfake girl.”

I hate when they sayfakelike that. They should just stop saying it. I mean, you never know who might overhear, right?

My brows pull in a little more. “I just don’t want her to fall for his shit and get hurt again. That’s all.”

“Maybe he won’t hurt her…”

“Maybe he will.”

“I think she’s smart and won’t let that happen.”

Sometimes it’s got nothing to do with that.

I shake it off, turning away and grabbing my gear off the sidelines.

“Maybe he’s over it, admitted defeat to the bigger, better man,” I joke, sneaking a side glance at Chase from the corner of my eye. “Could be over there testing the waters with an entirely different blond, if you know what I mean.”

Chase’s head yanks back toward the stands, and I swallow my laugh, leaving everyone out on the field. I decide to skip the shower last second and quickly tug on some sweats. I pack up my stuff and head out to my truck. Tossing my shit in the bed, I climb inside and get a good playlist going. Maybe I’ll drive for a bit, clear my head, and go catch the end of the junior college’s football practice ten miles up the road.

It’s always good to stay in the know. Never know when some random transfer might pop up and fuck up the whole dynamic. I’m only as good as the next D-end to come through.

Before I can even put my truck in drive, my favorite blond steps in front of my hood, leaning her elbows on it with a smile.

I can’t help but smile back, rolling my window down to yell at her. “Excuse me, miss. Imma need you to move. This is harassment.”

She starts to climb up the bumper, and my eyes are glued to her as she crawls across the hood in playful movements. “Meh, I think you might like to be harassed by me.”

I just might…

Wait, what?

I clear my throat. “Sorry to tell you, but my girlfriend is going to get mad if she sees you.”

“Is she now?” she laughs, holding her balance on the hood as she folds herself over the driver side mirror so she’s face-to-face with me rather than staring at me through the glass.

“Oh, yeah. Real possessive.” I pause, hesitating, but decide fuck it. I spill a small secret. “So much so that she had two little magnets implanted on her body so she could stick to mine…”

Cameron frowns, my words running through her mind a time or two as she tries to connect the dots.

And then she gasps, grips my mirror, and pushes her torso up. “Your dick is pierced?!”

I bust up laughing, fold myself forward, and grip her under her arms.

She squeals, laughing as I maneuver her like a little toy until I can tug her straight through the window, dropping her across my lap, her calves and feet still hanging out of the truck.

She’s cracking up so much, she loses her breath and just lets herself fall, her shoulders on the seat in the middle, ass on my lap. Her hair spreads out behind her, all over the thick leather of my seats.

It looks good like that. Enticing.

“That was fun.” She grins, bending her legs and doing a full backward somersault until she’s on her knees beside me. She crosses her arms and glares. “Brady Lancaster, you know about my nips, and you’ve been hiding a dick piercing?”

“Have I?” I tease, buckling my seat belt, and she does the same but stays in the middle.