We’re winning, and they’re not going to make a shot from this angle so it’s best we move the hell on and get out of here. I have a girl to fuck, and she happens to shine brighter than this entire soccer pitch.
That last goal from Masters sealed the win for us, and as the clock ticks its last minute I see the look of defeat on the Dragons’ faces.
Losing it in the last five minutes is always rough, especially when one of your strikers goes out with an injury, but that tie we had most of the game was stressful on all of us. No one wants to end in a tie.
Now that we’ve won and I know my girl was watching, I can’t seem to shake the grin off my face. Not even when I see a few text messages from my dad on how I can improve my D, but because of his negativity the voice in my head reminding me that she’s not actually my girl is a little louder than it should be after a win. It’s not easy, but after a few minutes I manage to shove all that shit aside, and let it wash down the drain with my shower so I can focus on the positive.
Me
Where you at, cupcake?
Cupcake
Waiting outside the locker room with a present. Hurry up stinky.
Chuckling, I flip off the guys when they tease me for looking excited and make my way outside in a school hoodie and jeans. “Hey, beautiful.”
She’s not alone, there’s at least twelve other girls here hoping to get some soccer player’s attention after the win, but I only see her as I pull her in for a hug and let her smell just how “stinky” I am.
“Oh fuck, you smell good,” she whispers, nuzzling her nose in my neck. “Better than the cupcakes I got you.”
“Cupcakes, huh? Was this before or after we won?”
Feeling her nuzzle into me feels way too damn good so I pull away to check out the box in her hands before I ravish her in front of everyone against this building.
“Before. I figured they’d be a nice consolation prize if you lost or a celebration if you won. So… celebrate. I actually paid attention this time,” she laughs. “You did good.”
“Did you, now?” I ask teasingly. “That was sweet of you. That yellow card I got was bullshit, huh?”
It’s so adorable the way she panics, but tries to hide it. “Yeah, totally. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Suddenly I don’t care if my dad says I should have done better at all. She’s looking at me likeIwon the game, and it’s cute as fuck. “You want to go somewhere quieter?”
And with less of an audience.
She scoops a little bit of icing up and sucks it off her finger with a nod. “Quieter is good. What did you have in mind?”
I can’t help it, I chase the flavor with my tongue and catch her in a deep kiss that has a few people around us chuckling nervously. “Let’s go on a walk.”
Interlocking our fingers, I tug her through the crowd and try not to notice how often she looks up at me. This is already getting complicated enough and I don’t need that to get worse, yet the one time I meet her eyes and see nothing but curious adoration there, my chest tightens in a way I didn’t expect. “You’re staring, Riley. You look like you want to sit on my lap and feed me that cupcake.”
“Would that be so bad?”
“Hell no.” I steer us into the woods while she’s distracted, the lights and sounds fading behind us. “Would you do that out here?”
She glances around, confusion pinching her brows under those adorable glasses. “Would I feed you a cupcake in the woods? Why not?”
So innocent. “You think you could sit in my lap and feed me and that’s as far as it would go?”
I hear the way her breath catches. “With you? Probably not. You’re asking if I’d be okay with that?”
“Yeah.” We’re completely alone now, so I back her up against a tree. “We’ve gotten pretty far still fully clothed, haven’t we?”
I slide my thumb along her jaw and rest my palm near her throat, just teasing her jugular with my pinky. Feeling her heart beat faster does something to me.
“Mmhm,” she hums. “I think I could be okay with that.”
I don’t know how someone so innocent can still surprise me. “What else could you be okay with out here?”