Page 86 of Playing the Game
I need to get my hands on him soon.
“Guys,” Adam said. “I want to say a few words.”
A sea of groans echoed.
“Shut up. My house. My rules.”
“Go on then,” Ingvar said. “Get it over with.”
Adam cleared his throat dramatically. “Jonas. That was a brilliant goal today.”
Jonas looked down. He couldn’t meet Adam’s eyes for fear of giving the game away. Instead he caught Udo watching him closely.
“Thank you,” he mumbled.
“I honestly think we have a chance at the cup,” Adam said. “Brockton haven’t had any silverware in the cabinet for over a decade. Imagine if we break that cycle.”
“You reckon it’s ours, Skipper?” Noah asked.
“I do, Noah,” Adam replied. “We’re playing better than we’ve ever done. Especially with you three on the team. I say we really fucking go for it. Let’s get to Wembley, boys.”
They all cheered.
“Who fancies a takeaway?”
“I’d better not,” Ingvar said. “I promised I’d get home for dinner.”
The huge Viking defender of Brockton FC climbed out of the pool.
“I’m in,” Jonas said.
The rest all nodded.
“Curry?”
“What about that Tibetan place in town?” Jonas suggested.
“Yeah,” Noah interjected. “We’ve eaten there loads.”
They all shot guilty looks at Udo who held his hands up.
“I’m not going to grass you up to Steven. You’re young enough to handle a few takeaways. Well, except for Jonas.”
“Bitch!”
“Right. Set meal for seven big strapping men it is. What’s it called?”
Jonas got out of the jacuzzi and grabbed a towel from the pile next to him.
“I’ve got it in my phone. I’ll come with you.”
Adam’s lip twitched as he turned and led Jonas through to the main house. Jonas watched that incredible arse filling his swimming shorts.
I’ll have cake for dessert.
They got to the kitchen where Jonas had left his bag. Before he reached into it, he grabbed Adam and kissed his neck.
“Fuck. You’re hot.”
