Page 89 of Playbook
“I am not going to get bored of you. And the only person I want to sleep with right now is you.”
“You’re just saying that because you want to sleep with me. You don’t know how you’ll feel after.”
“I promise to keep being your awesome boyfriend through the wedding and end of the regular season, just like we planned. My penis belongs to you.” I tilt my head to the side. “That sounded weird. I won’t hook up with anyone else. It’s just me and you.”
It suddenly hits me that she might say no. I know she wants me, but she’s much more levelheaded than me. What if she decides I’m not worth it? That this arrangement isn’t what she wants anymore?
My heart races while I wait for her to say something. She hesitates another moment, then nods slowly. “Okay.”
“Yeah, we’re doing this?” I say, unable to hide my excitement.
“Yes. Your penis belongs to me.” She grins. “Bring it over here.”
“Not here.” It suddenly hits me that I don’t want her to think of Tripp in any capacity when I’m fucking her. I want her in my bed only.
“But I thought…”
“Stay with me tonight.”
“I have work in the morning.”
“What time?” We have the day off so my usual Monday night plans include staying up late and sleeping in, but I’m flexible if it means waking up to her.
“I have to be there by nine.”
I do some fast math. “Then that gives us ten hours.”
TWENTY-FOUR
“For a guy who says he enjoys casual sex, we seem to be struggling to accomplish it,” I say to Brogan as the two of us carry Archer into their apartment.
While we were busy flirting and kissing at the party, Archer was playing beer pong. And losing terribly, apparently.
“You two still haven’t had sex?” Archer asks, slurring the words together. He stumbles over…absolutely nothing, and Brogan quickly grabs him around the middle and moves in front of him.
“All right, buddy.Couch or bedroom?” Brogan asks.
“You’re not staying up and having a beer?”
“I think you’ve had enough for the both of us tonight.”Brogan navigates Archer to the couch and drops him onto it. I am exhausted and I was barely contributing to the effort. Drunk football players are heavy.
“K. Go have sex now. I’m just gonna rest here a minute and then go to bed.” He takes his hearing aids out and tosses them on the coffee table.
Brogan’s smirking as he grabs a throw blanket and pillow and basically tucks in Archer, who already has his eyes closed.
I watch on, a little amused and a lot endeared.
He taps Archer on the leg. “Hey.”
“Hmm?”
“If you need anything,” he starts and then taps him again. Archer’s eyes finally open. This time when he starts again, he signs as he speaks,“If you need anything, holler.”
Archer nods and then curls up on his side.
Brogan shakes his head as he finally turns to me.
“Sorry about that.” One side of his mouth pulls up into a half smile.
