Page 62 of Racing Heat
The whistle blows and I see they actually have a man dressed in a yellow ref shirt. It’s almost like it’s a real game. I just assumed they refed themselves, but they’re very official. I smile seeing him standing there all strong and tall in the box, waiting for the ball to come his way at any moment. I hope the teams are well matched. I’d love to see what he can do.
I don’t have to wait long. The ball is shot long, and a fast runner takes it down and attempts to slam it into the back of the net. Jase just puts his arms above his head, like he’s getting ready to reach a high shelf, and snags it. It looked so effortless. The ball is punted down the field. I don’t focus too much on how far it goes. I’m focused on how his leg muscles flex when he kicks the ball, the grunt it looks like he lets out when his foot connects with the ball.
A few of the people around cheer for the striker on Jase’s team to take it to the goal. I find myself clapping along with them when he shoots. The other team’s goalie is good too, because he catches it. He’s not as graceful as Jase, but he’s good.
Jase comes running up to me at the half.
“Are you doing okay?” he asks, drinking from his water bottle.
“I’m good. You’re looking good out there, keep.”
“Thanks!” His brown eyes shine when I compliment him.
“It’s fun to see you out here like this,” I admit to him. “I’m sure you were even more amazing when you played professionally.”
“You mean like you?”
“I wasn’t fishing for a compliment,” I tell him.
“I know you weren’t.” He leans in, squeezing my thigh. “But I wanted to give you one. You going to make it through another half, or is the sun getting to you?”
“I’ll be good.” The whistle blows. “You better get back at it. You know, earn that lunch you’re taking me too.”
He winks at me. “You just assume that I’m feeding you food. Maybe I mean for you to be the meal.”
With that, he heads back to the team and takes his spot in the opposite goal. His back being to me now, I can’t get a view of the way his muscles flex when he punts. Or see the expression on his face when he’s grabbing a ball or calling out to teammates. But I get a nice view of his toned ass. It looks like you could bounce a quarter off it. Or grab him with both hands and use it to pull him deeper inside me. The thought of it makes my thighs clench together.
The game comes to a close. I think his team won by a goal or two. It was hard to keep track. I was too busy watching him move… and his ass.
“Great game,” I tell him when I finally see him. They had a team huddle after the game. I think it’s cool that he has something like this. A way to keep him connected to the game. I can’t imagine how I would feel if my dreams were suddenly shattered, and my career was over. I’m thankful it brought him to me, though.
“Thanks.” He wipes his brow with the hem of his shirt, and I catch a peek of those abs. His stomach is so toned and he’s so lean. He has thatVthat makes girls go stupid. The one that I was pretty sure didn’t exist on any men other than underwear models and actors. I want to trace my tongue along it.
“Hey, you okay?” He’s staring hard at me, shirt still lifted, giving me that tasty little view. But I’ve been caught looking.
“I am now,” I say with a wide smile.
“Enjoying the view?”
“I think it’s pretty obvious that I am. You can take your shirt off if you want to. You have to be pretty hot from all that running.” I note the way his gray shirt is dark with sweat in some spots. That’s what he gets from running around in this Sunday afternoon heat for over an hour.
“You know, love, I just might do that.” He hands me his bag and over his head it goes. “But you gotta promise me that you won’t ogle me all the way to my car.”
I take in the view of his toned arms as I step in front of him and walk backward so that I can get a full view of him. Amazing. Sweat runs down his toro. His defined abs and pecks on full display for me. It’s enough to make a girl thirsty. I stumble back a bit, and Jase moves quickly over to me.
He holds on to my forearms to keep me up. “You okay?”
I shake my head, sure my face is bright red. “Yeah, I’m good. Just a good injury to my pride.”
“I think you’re cute. And I like that I have that effect on you.” We reach his car, and he goes to the trunk. “But I think I should put a shirt on before you injure yourself.”
I shake my head and watch as he covers his body with a light blue Blaze shirt.
“Follow me to lunch?” he asks.
“Sure. More fish and chips?”
He laughs. “No, I thought we’d go for slice of pizza before we head home for showers. Together or separate, your choice.”
