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I exhale in relief, pressing a slow kiss to her neck, murmuring apologies between each one.
She sighs, boneless, her arms wrapping around my shoulders, pulling me closer.
“You’re okay?” I ask softly, brushing her hair back from her face.
She nods, kissing my jaw. “You always use a condom?”
I nod. “Always.”
She searches my face, something soft and vulnerable in her gaze.
She’s so fucking gorgeous, her skin still flushed, her lips swollen, her eyes hazy with satisfaction.
“Are we still snorkeling in the morning?” she murmurs, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my back.
I grin, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her lips. “Of course, angel.”
She smiles, eyes shining, and I swear to god, I’ll give her anything she wants.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Asher
I step into the kitchen,rubbing sleep from my eyes, reaching for the blender. Ford’s left for his place early this morning, so I figure I’ll make myself something halfway healthy before we head to practice.
But before I can grab the frozen fruit from the freezer, the door swings open, and Ford steps in—soaking wet, droplets of water sliding down his bare chest, his swim trunks dripping onto the hardwood.
I raise an eyebrow. “Where the hell were you?”
“Snorkeling with the neighbor,” he says, running a towel through his wet hair, but there’s something off in his tone. Too casual.
I narrow my eyes, taking in the flush on his face, the way his lips are a little swollen. That, paired with the fact that Iknowhe just got laid last night, makes it pretty fucking obvious what happened.
“Uh-huh. And did the neighbor happen to have her legs wrapped around your head at any point?” I ask.
Ford lets out a short laugh, shaking his head as he tosses the towel over his shoulder. “On the drive back, actually.”
I groan, scrubbing a hand down my face. “Youate her outin the car?”
He just grins. “Uh-huh. I thought kitchen sex with her last night was amazing? This was even better. She was in the passenger seat, feet up on the dashboard. It was—” He exhales, shaking his head like he’s reliving it. “Fucking perfect.”
I adjust myself subtly, my cock twitching at the thought. “Man, you’re fucking lucky.” I shake my head, grabbing the protein powder and dumping it into the blender. “Madeline issofucking pretty.”
Ford hums in agreement, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, still looking way too satisfied for someone who just spent the morning snorkeling.
I hit the blend button, trying to focus on something other than the visual of his girl spread out for him in the car, her thighs shaking. My cock gives another interested twitch, and I curse under my breath, shifting my stance.
“Anyway,” I say, clearing my throat. “You ready for practice?”
Ford smirks, like he knows exactly what’s going on in my head. “Yeah, let’s go kick some ass.”
Practice is intense.
With the game against the Philadelphia Cubs tomorrow, Coach Ace is drilling us hard, running us through previous plays, highlighting their weaknesses, reinforcing our strengths.
The Cubs always push us, every single match coming down to a close win or a tie. They’re aggressive, fast, and relentless—just like us.
“We bring our A-game, we take them down,” Coach Ace says, looking around the locker room at all of us. His voice is steady, calm, but there’s an edge to it—a challenge. “No room for hesitation. No room for mistakes. We play like wewantthis.”
