Page 27 of Defending her Heart

“You and Miles. I saw you at Walker and Riley’s wedding. I don’t do sloppy seconds, especially with my teammates.”

Oh, he didn’t. He. Did. Not. Just. Say. That.

I shove my body off his car and jab him in the chest. Déjà vu of the last time he was a royal douchebag. This will be the last. The absolute last.

“Not that I owe you an explanation, but you’re the one who kissed me.”Jab. “You’re the only one in that bar, on your team, who’s rubbed his cock against me.”Jab. “Your tongue is the only one that’s ever been in my mouth or on any other body part of mine.”Jab. “And you’re the only one who has ever made me feel like a cheap whore. Congratulations, douchebag. Go fuck yourself and the rod that’s stuck so far up your ass it’s coming out your mouth.”

I shove his chest and march across the parking lot.

I am so done with Nash Humphries. Fuck him and his magic tongue and his monster cock. I’ll take a pencil dick and sloppy kisses over a man who treats me like a castaway.

If I never see him again a day in my life, it will be too soon.

CHAPTER TEN

NASH

“Fucking hell.” I drop the weights I’ve been deadlifting on the floor with a slam. Totally against gym etiquette, but everything I’ve said and done for the past few weeks breaks etiquette as well. Might as well stay consistent.

It’s been three days and I still can’t get that kiss out of my head or forget Kendall’s taste. Hell, I can’t stop thinking about how she’d taste in other places. Her neck. Her tits. Her pussy.

Places I don’t deserve to touch, much less think about. She was spot on with her accusations. I behaved like a douchebag. Even if she did sleep around, it was a dick move to kiss her then basically tell her she wasn’t good enough.

The hurt in her eyes showed a layer of vulnerability I hadn’t witnessed in her before. She’s always been so confident, sure of herself. But I crushed her with my words.

Again.

“You alright, Hump?” Darius hands me a towel and I use it to wipe the sweat off my face.

“Sure.”

He laughs. “Sound more convincing and I’ll believe you. Need to talk it out on the treadmill?”

Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to get the load off my chest with Darius. He’s a family man. Married with two kids. Loyal to his wife and boys. They come around a lot during preseason and watch practices when they can.

“Sure.”

“If you were any more enthusiastic I’d think you were jonesing for me.” He chuckles on his way to the treadmills.

I follow him and start up the machine next to him. We jog in silence for a bit. When I reach a mile, I ask him, “You and Mindy had Trey before you got married, right?”

It’s no secret. Everyone knows, even the media. They’d been dating for a few months when she got pregnant, and he stuck by her side. Almost a decade later, and they act as much like newlyweds as Walker and Riley.

“Yeah,” he says with a smile. “It was the only way I could convince her to marry me.”

“Had to work hard for her, did you?”

Darius barks out a laugh. “You’ve met my wife. I had to grovel, beg, and woo her for months to convince her to give me the time of day.”

“I thought you were already dating before she got pregnant.”

“By dating, you mean having sex, right? Cause, yeah, we were doing that. She didn’t trust that I wasn’t a player, and she didn’t want to get her heart broken. So she pushed me away time and time again. I’m a flirt, and I love to look, but I’m not a cheat.”

“But you kept going back.”

“Hell yeah I did. Took her some time to trust me. I don’t blame her for that. Professional athletes get a bad rap when it comes to monogamy.”

“Football players aren’t as bad as hockey and basketballers.”

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