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The old me would have found the nearest cleat chaser to sink my dick in, but the new me only wants her.
I hear her before I see her, knowing she’s likely chatting with Kodi and Navy near Boston’s clubhouse.
“Oh my god, Navy. These new jerseys are incredible! I can’t believe this is your design,” Tenley’s voice echoes inthe hall of the clubhouse as I approach. The three girls are admiring Navy’s work, now being the head sports clothing designer for the Strikers.
Our new jerseys do look pretty badass. Navy designed them to be more vintage in style, making the black and yellow of our team colors stand out, and look different than any other team in the Major League. She even added some hints of blue throughout, contrasting well against the yellow.
As much as I’d love to stay and chat about Navy’s incredible work, I have plans with my girl and will be sure to congratulate Navy another time.
“Look who it is,” Kodi taunts as I approach, standing behind Tenley.
Before Tenley can turn to respond, I scoop her up, cradling her in my arms while still protecting her bump at all costs, and take off toward the exit doors.
“Ladies. Have a good night,” I shout. “Don’t wait up.”
Navy’s voice projects behind me, “Don’t get her pregnant again, Graves!”
“I’ll chop off your penis if you hurt her!” Kodi yells in tandem.
Never.
Tenley’s giggle is all I hear, and her bright blue eyes are all I see. “I’ve missed you, Tenley. Time to show you just how much.”
21
TENLEY
15 WEEKS
My breathing is labored as we cross the threshold of August’s hotel room. The way he all but claimed me in front of my friends had my heart threatening to beat out of my chest.
“I gotta say, my suite looks nothing like this,” I tell him, laughing as he sets me down on the hard floor and I kick off my booted heels.
The hotel in Boston is as luxurious as they come. Penthouse suites across the entire top floor are all completely booked for Strikers players and staff. Floor-to-ceiling windows line August’s suite with an accent wall layered in geometric shapes and textures, giving the space an eccentric yet classy vibe.
But what sticks out to me the most is the massive king-size bed, positioned directly in the middle of the room.
No warning label—nothing. Just an obvious sign of what’s to come.
The pressure of being in a bedroom feels much more substantial than an unplanned hookup…on a balcony, per se. A bedroom feels more intimate, and despite knowing we’ve established a semi-decent plan, I’m questioning whether this was the right move.
The way August ignores my comments puts my body on high alert. Turning to face him, I’m met with eyes full of heat. A tingling comes over me, anticipating what he has in store for tonight.
Will he fuck me against that patterned wall over there? Or on top of the table for two beside us? Maybe even the bathroom shower, which I’m confident is close to the size of this kitchen? Will we spend the night lost in each other, not caring how tired we’ll be in the morning?
“Lose the dress,” his husky tone commands.
I swivel my head in his direction, meeting him face-to-face. “But you didn’t buy me dinner yet.” My sass is in full throttle, but it has to be this way. It’s how I distinguish the difference between pleasure with August simply for what it is, or pleasure with August because I see him as more.
And that’s a terrifying line to blur.
“I’ll feed you after,” he reassures me, impatience growing thin. “Now, lose the dress before I rip it off you myself.”
I cross my arms at my chest. “Shouldn’t I be the one telling you what to do? You had your fun with me last time. Seems only fair it be my turn.”
August smirks, and it’s the kind of smirk you just know will have a consequence to follow. He reaches out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear and levels his stare with mine. “It’s cute you think I’d let you lead. Pay close attentionwhen I say this because I don’t enjoy repeating myself.”
His voice is dark and sexier than anything I’ve ever experienced in my thirty-five years of living.
