Be My Game Changer: A Sports Romance(29)

“Let me know if that changes.”

“Aye aye, captain.” I give him a smug look to mask my unease, and he shakes his head and walks away. Making my way to the clubhouse, I shower and get ready for tonight’s game. I’ll be supporting the team from the dugout, but it’s my postgame plans that I’m really looking forward to.

“How’s Avery?” Brooks asks as he steps next to me.

“Adjusting,” I admit honestly.

“You are a lot to put up with,” Brooks teases but he’s not that far off.

“Yeah. Aren’t we all.” I nod at Gunner bouncing around the clubhouse, completely naked. He whoops and hollers, trying to get everyone fired up. Most everyone looks at him like he’s insane, but that doesn’t slow his roll.





After the game, I can’t get to Avery’s place fast enough. She said she wasn’t hungry, which is understandable considering the time of night it is, so it’s fine by me—no stops necessary between the field and my girl. But I’m not completely happy until the moment she opens the door of her apartment. Those hazel eyes hit me, and I take in her casual appearance. Her fingers pick at the hem of her tank top, pulling it down slightly as she invites me in. She rubs her hands over her cotton pajama pants, and even though she looks uncertain, she doesn’t look uncomfortable. Good enough for me. And I don’t blame her for being more at ease as I look around the small but cozy living area that connects to the kitchen, a bar separating the two. I drop my key fob and phone on the counter as soon as I’m within reach. I resist mauling her, but just barely. Instead, I pull her against me and savor her mouth on mine, her body pressed firmly against my torso until she slightly leans back. “Hi.”

“Hi,” I smile. “I’ve been waiting to do that for a while.” I stamp a quick kiss on her mouth before releasing her. She stands still, watching me in a daze for a few seconds before we take a seat on her couch.

She’s right, her place would fit in my oversized kitchen. Yet, I’d pick this place any day over mine. And I don’t believe I feel that way only because it’s hers. There’s something homey about it. But then again, that could be only because of her.

“What do you want to watch?” She flips through a few movies, but I remain silent. I could watch her all night if it were up to me. I love seeing her so much more relaxed than she’d been last night, and especially this morning, at my place. It’s only been seconds, but I already want her mouth back on mine.

When I don’t respond, she looks to me with a soft smile. Leaning closer, I bring my lips to hers, patiently savoring, tasting her as my hand grips the nape of her neck. Every ounce of me wants to feel her, have every bit of her right this second but I know I have to be patient with her, and I will because I want more than a one and done.

As she leans into me, I tell myself to slow down, but it doesn’t stop me from guiding her onto my lap to straddle me. Her kisses become more eager, but something still tells me she isn’t ready to completely surrender her body to me. Maybe just a little taste will help because I’m about to go out of my mind. My hands slip into the waistband of her pajama pants, smoothing over her skin as I look to her. “I want to touch you.”

The light in her eyes burns more intense as she returns her mouth to mine. I take it as my cue to proceed, especially when her fingers grip the material of my T-shirt as her ass rubs against me.

Sliding my hands into her panties, I grip her ass, pulling her down as I shift up, letting her feel what she’s doing to me because I’m pretty sure I’m about to bust out of my damn jeans. The soft gasp that escapes her lips thrills me as much as touching her because I know she’s enjoying this too. Maneuvering my hand around her hip, I skim her soft skin with my fingertips as I move between her thighs. Cupping her against my palm, I rub my thumb in just the right spot, and she responds by shifting into it. Slipping my fingers inside her, I follow her lead as she rides my hand. Her eyes close as her head falls back, pure pleasure on her face. Holy shit. She looks so sexy. I’m convinced she could get me off without ever touching me, especially if we stay like we are.

Her sex clenches around my fingers, and her nails dig into my shoulders as she stills. I watch her ride out her release, the pleasure plain on her face, but she has no idea how much I’m getting out of this as well. Will she ever know what she does to me? I don’t understand it yet, so I doubt she ever will.

When her eyes open and look to me, there’s a bit of blush on her cheeks. Removing my fingers from her, I grip her hips and give her a lazy, savoring kiss. “That was so fucking hot, Avery.”

The blush deepens on her cheeks, and I fully expect her to shy away. She doesn’t. And it sends an even greater thrill throughout me when she keeps her mouth on mine, her fingers reaching between us to unbutton my jeans.

“You don’t have to. I mean, I want you to. But you don’t have to.” I’d be happy with just the memory of having my hands on her.

“I want to.” Her words fill my ears as she pushes my boxers down, freeing me. As she takes me in her hand and strokes me, a sexy smile breaks out across her face.

I laugh at myself internally because I know I’m not gonna last long. I can’t remember the last time I had a hand job, and though it should sound juvenile, with Avery’s hand on me, it’s the hottest damn thing. Shit, it’s been too long, and I’d like to use that as an excuse but that’s not it. It’s her. It’s Avery that’s bringing me such pleasure.