Page 208 of Force Play
We spend the rest of the game sneaking glances at each other, and we both feel the defeat when the Stars end up losing 4-2.
Morale is bleak when we get back to the clubhouse. Our usually raucous and loud space is quiet and somber. It’s only a single loss, but none of us likes to lose games.
I take my time in the showers, enjoying the heat from the water on my hips.
I’m thirty years old, but I think my hips are going on sixty.
Once I’m cleaned off and less sore, I get dressed in a white T-shirt and black athletic shorts before gathering my things and heading into the hall. The rest of the team is already gone since I took longer than everyone else.
I swing the clubhouse door open and find Lucia waiting for me right outside.
“Hey, Spitfire,” I smile as I walk over to where she’s leaning against the wall.
“Hi, Casanova,” she grins before fisting my T-shirt in her hands.
“You going to yell at me about my hip stretches again?” I tease.
“That’s my job, Ari,” she chuckles. “I can’t give you special treatment.”
“I know, sweetheart.” I brush her hair behind her ear. “I didn’t get to see you much today. You left to meet Ella for coffee so early.”
“About that…” Lucia bites her lip. “I didn’t actually grab coffee with Ella.”
I look at her curiously. “What were you doing then?”
She pulls me closer to her, brushing her lips over mine. “I had my annual appointment with my gynecologist today.”
My hands fall to her ass. “Yeah? Anything exciting happen?”
“The usual. Pap smears, speculums. All the fun stuff.” I visibly cringe, and she laughs at me. “I also got my IUD removed.”
My mouth falls open. “No more birth control?” I pull her against me so she can feel how hard that just made me.
“It’s gone, Ari. I picked up a prescription for the pill just in case we change our minds, though.”
Change my mind?
Like hell is that going to happen.
I crush my lips against hers, needing her so desperately at this moment.
Lucia slips her tongue into my mouth, and I grind my hips into her. She lets out a soft moan, and I’mthis closeto bending her over in the hallway.
“I fucking knew it!” a voice shouts, startling us both.
But it’s not just any voice.
It’s fuckingLogan.
Lucia stares at him with wide eyes. “Logan…”
”Iknewsomething was going on between you,” he scoffs. “Ari sang your praises a little too much during the game today.”
“I meant every word I said, Logan.” I cross my arms and stare him down. “It has nothing to do with what you just saw.”
Lucia dusts herself off and stands up straight. “There’s nothing wrong with us being together. There are no rules that say we can’t.”
“No, there aren’t,” he shrugs, and I really don’t like how calm he is about this. “I wonder how it would look, though, if you were to become Head Trainer…”
