Page 55 of Racing Heat
“I agree, but it would be too obvious.”
“Did anyone see us come out here?” She reaches over and runs her fingertips up and down my arm.
“I know Danny saw you dancing on me, but I’m not sure if he realized that we came out here together. I can talk to him, though. Convince him that he was too drunk to realize what he saw.” There’s not much else we can do. What’s done is done. But I don’t say that to her.
“What if he tells Mac? She’ll never let this go.” She puts her head in her hands.
“Will she rat us out?” I ask her.
“I can talk to her.” She doesn’t sound as confident as I did.
“Let’s go see if they’ve figured out that we’re missing.”
We exit the car, and I know instantly that there’s no way I can take anyone home in this car. It smells like pussy and sex—a smell I never want to leave, because it reminds me that I got to touch and feel her in my car.
I lead her back into the club, and we find everyone at the table. August is refilling everyone’s glass when we join them again.
“Here, have another, guys,” he says, handing each of us a glass.
I move and take Cassie’s from her hand. “She’s not having anymore. I just had to take her outside. She felt sick. All the alcohol and dancing wasn’t a good combination. I think she needs a break.”
“You okay?” Mac says, coming over to check on Cassie. “You’re flushed. Should we take you home?”
Danny is staring at me. I’m not sure he’s buying it.
“No, I’m good. Jase is right, though. I don’t need any more. The air helped. I’m going to get some water and sip on that a bit.”
“Let me do it,” Amelia says, and she heads off in the direction of the bar. Hendrix goes along with her.
I almost feel bad that they’re all worried about Cassie for no reason, but after everyone saw us return together, it was the only logical explanation.
The rest of the night goes well, especially since it doesn’t last much longer. Danny takes Cassie home with him and Mac, and the rest go home in an Uber. I head off in my car, basking in the smell of sex the whole way home.
Chapter Twenty
~JASE~
Idon’t get a lot of sleep after coming home from the club. We only stayed for about an hour or so after Cassie and I rejoined our friends, which wasn’t too surprising. Danny and Mac were looking for some alone time, and August ended up bailing early on us to go hook up with the girl he met. The rest of us were just tired. It had a been a long day that began early, and after the adrenaline of the game, we all needed sleep.
I couldn’t sleep, however. When I got back into my car, I could still smell her. I sat there for a few moments before starting it, inhaling her scent and remembering what it felt like to have her hovering over me. It was heaven. When I finally managed to leave the parking space, I repeated the same process in my garage. I knew I should get out and go get some sleep. It’s after one in the morning and I’m tired. Well, my body is tired, but my mind is going a million miles a minute. I keep replaying the night’s events in my head over and over.
She wanted it as much as I did. She was as hungry for me as I was for her. I half expected one of us to come to our senses and stop it. Part of me wants to feel guilty for how we came together. It should have been in a bed for the first time, and I should have taken my time with her, but I’m not sorry that it happened. Notone bit. No matter how she reacts today when I see her, I’ll never be sorry.
It was after three in the morning when I dragged my ass into my house, made something to eat, showered, and lay in my bed. One thing was for sure: I had it bad. And this situation was going to be difficult because I was jeopardizing both of our jobs. She would be left worse off than me. Men aren’t punished as harshly as women. I would just be publicized as the playboy who was seduced by a player, and if anyone ever saw her, no one would blame me. Cassie, on the other hand, would take the brunt of the blame. She seduced me and she was the problem, not the coach. Cassie would be the one who wouldn’t be able to find another team. I could. It might take a while, but another general manager would see things the way the media would spin it and would hire me. It didn’t make it right or fair, but that’s the way the cookie would crumble.
Those thoughts kept me awake longer than they should have, but eventually, sleep did find me. Fitful as it was, I slept, my head full of dreams of what it was like to be inside her. The sounds and moans that she made. All of it. I relived every second of it.
The next morning, I had to stop myself from calling her and settled for a text message. At least the text would let her know that I was thinking of her.
Jase:Good morning, love. I hope you slept well last night. You were in my dreams quite a bit.
Before I could think better of sending the message, I did it. I watched my phone for a bit to see if I could see when she read the message and started typing, but nothing came in the five minutes I spent staring at my phone. Well, I tried. It was time toready myself for the stadium and the practice that I insisted on having with Hendrix. I was starting to second-guess my logic on that, only because I ended up fucking one of the players that I had invited to help us out with some cross shots.
My phone chimes, signaling that I have a text message. I swear I dive on it like it’s a live grenade. And in some ways, it is. It’s my only link to her this morning.
Cassie:Good morning. I’m doing just fine. I thought about you a lot last night too.
I read and reread that message over and over again. She thought about me last night too. That’s a good sign. Hell, I’ll take any message from her as a win, because she could have hidden from me. Or she could have said it was mistake. I leave for the stadium feeling hopeful about seeing her.
