Page 26 of The Fantasy League
Fucking sleaze bag with his obnoxious wink. I could kill him for standing there thinking about my girl in a sexual manner.
Scarlett’s infectious laughter vibrated against my chest. “Don’t you worry, Mr. Kirk. The big guy here can’t seem to keep up these days anyway.” Her mouth quirked with humor as she tried to hold back another laugh from passing between her lips.
If the night’s events had taught me anything, it was that Scarlett’s shy girl act around me was exactly that, an act. And only around me.
Scarlett was damn good at playing games. She’d been trying to get a rise out of me all night and I hadn’t let her. She seemed to forget that I played games for a living and competition was ingrained in my nature. She could try to knock me off-kilter, but in that case… game on.
Squinting my eyes at her, a small smile curled up the corners of my lips. “I’d venture to say the tapes from our… endeavors last night would tell a different story, Red,” I whispered low enough for only her to hear.
Her breath hitched and a flash of red rose to her cheeks. Mr. Kirk chuckled and waved goodbye, aiming his stride toward Tommy and his wife.
Disgusting.
Scarlett’s head landed backward on my chest as the laugh she was holding in came barreling out of her. “You’re a better actor than I thought you’d be, Abbott.”
My hands stayed firm around her waist and I held her steadily against me, desperate to have her close for as long as she’d let me.
Sweeping her hair to one side, I dipped my head low enough that my lips lightly brushed her ear. “Two can play this game, Red.”
Pulling my head back slightly, our faces sat inches apart from each other. I drank in the comfort of her nearness, knowing that if I moved my head two inches closer I could have her the way I’d wanted her all along.
Did she feel the desire that swarmed between us as deeply as I did?
Slow and unwavering, my gaze slid down from her eyes to her lips. Her bottom lip was faintly fuller than the top and I could smell a faint scent of the cupcake-flavored ChapStick she was wearing.
Which wasn’t much of a surprise, given the fact that she’d gone through at least half a dozen tubes of that fucking cupcake ChapStick since I met her. I’d bet good money her lips tasted like cupcakes too.
Fuck, I wanted to taste her lips.
Snapping out of my trance, I raked my gaze back up to those big brown eyes, realizing I’d been staring directly at her lips for God knows how long.
Scarlett narrowed her eyes at me and shook her head, letting me know I’d been caught. She gave me a faint laugh and continued to lock those big brown doe eyes with mine in retaliation.
What was a semi earlier had turned into a full fucking hard-on and she could probably feel my cock growing as it pressed up against her ass.
Fuck. This girl was going to be the death of me.
The moment between the two of us faded as a familiar male voice boomed above the chatter of the crowd, heading in our direction.
“Scarlett Sawyer as I live and breathe. To whom do I owe such an honor?”
“October!” Scarlett squealed as she flailed her hands in the air and wrapped her arms around the neck of my teammate, October Calhoun.
He got traded here last season after spending a few years with the Nashville Knights. The two of us had enough chemistry on the field to win a League Bowl, but off the field October not so much. I couldn’t be bothered with whatever bullshit he got up to in his free time.
That didn’t answer the question of how the fuck did Red know October though.
Could they have… nope.
Wasn’t even going to entertain that possibility.
Scarlett grabbed my forearm and dragged me in to join their conversation.
“Abbott, how do you know my girl Scar?” October raised an inquiring brow and rested a tattooed arm across Scarlett’s shoulders.
His girl?
What the fuck right did he have calling her “his girl”?
