Uppercut Princess (The Heights Crew #1)(71)

I push his knee out from in between my legs and create some distance between us. “This can’t happen right now.”

“What if I dropped to my knees and kissed you here?” he asks, trailing a hand up my inseam to the vee of my legs.

I brush his hand away after my panties soak through. “You want to make both of us crazy.”

“It’s fun this way,” he says. “Now you’ll be watching me, wishing my tongue was inside you.”

“And you’ll be getting tackled with an erection. How does that help either one of us?”

His lips tip up. “You’re my kind of girl, Princess.”

I don’t take the bait this time. I’m already going to be watching the rest of this game wondering what Oscar’s like in bed. I don’t need to torture myself any further. “You better take a cold shower after your game.”

“Only if you’re in it with me.”

A whistle pierces the air. Oscar’s face hardens. I take a step away from him. “You better get back out there.”

His lips thin. He lifts his hand to place his fingertips on my cheek. “After the game,” he says. There’s no question in his voice. It’s more like a command. He turns, running back to the field while the voices around us start to pick up again. I don’t leave the back of the wall until several minutes pass. I’m pretty sure the team is already playing judging by the sounds of pads colliding with pads and the occasional argument on the field.

When enough time has gone by, I push off the wall and take my place by the fence again. Watching Oscar is a different experience now, and I was right about one thing. I’m wondering if he moves in bed like he moves on the field. He’s lithe, smooth, with the right amount of power.

“Hey,” a voice says behind me.

I practically jump out of my skin. Turning, I find Magnum breathing down my neck. “Fuck,” I breathe.

He takes me in, and I feel like I have sex on the brain, and he can tell. “I need you to come with me. Something’s come up.”

I look longingly back over at the field. “What?”

“Just come on,” he says. “I’ll explain it to you in the car.”

I want to protest, to tell him I should let Oscar know where I’m going, but I don’t think that would go over well if it got back to Johnny. Instead of doing any of that, I fall into step behind Magnum and just hope Oscar happens to be looking my way, so he doesn’t think I deserted him.

That’s the last thing I want to do right now.





25





Magnum and I get into the car. The divider is down, and it’s just the two of us.

“So, what is it?” I ask as he pulls away. This car always looks so strange in this parking lot. It’s by far the best one compared to any other.

“Big Daddy K and Johnny are meeting with Roza Fonz. They’re arranging the fight. She won’t agree until she meets you first.”

My stomach pitches, but at the same time, excitement fills me. This I can do. This is what I came here to do. What I can’t do is navigate three guys. Actually, just two. There is no third. The third is a puppet on a string who thinks about his own pleasures before anyone else’s.

Right? Right.

“Let’s do it,” I say, leaning back casually.

Magnum glares at me through the rearview mirror. For all the time I find him staring at me, it’s a wonder we haven’t gotten into an accident yet. “You seem so blasé about all of this. Aren’t you worried?”

“I know fighting. It’s the one thing in my life I can control right now, so no, I’m not worried…especially.”

Magnum shakes his head. “There’s a bulletproof vest in the back there. Johnny wants you to put it on. In case,” he says snidely.

His words are so cocky it makes me narrow my gaze at him. He must think I’m a complete idiot. “I understand there are other factors, Mag,” I say, drawing his name out like it’s a tease instead of the badass name it really is.

Fuck him for having such a cool name.

I pull my shirt off and inspect the bulletproof vest. It’s not as if I’ve put one on before. I get it around my shoulders like a vest, but I can’t quite figure out how to fasten it. When the fasteners won’t go, I lean back in the seat, sighing. “I hope someone thought to bring me another shirt because that fucking thing is not going to stretch over this.”

“There should be a hoodie to your left.”

I look over, finding an oversized hoodie. Bringing it to me, it smells musky like Johnny. I put it back without breathing it in.

A few short minutes later, Magnum is pulling to a stop. The windows are so tinted I can’t tell where we are. He shoves his door open, and I catch him before he gets out. “I’m going to need some help with this.”

“I noticed,” he says.

He shuts that door and then opens up the one to my left, sliding in next to me. As soon as he’s in, he turns toward me, his copper hair darker in the low light.

“Only speak when spoken to when we’re in there,” he says. He looks down at the fasteners and the cleavage underneath before tightening the vest across my chest, making quick work of getting it all set up for me. “This is in Fonz’s neck of the woods, so be on high alert. Stick with us. Don’t do anything stupid. Wait for Big Daddy’s orders.”