First Down (Beyond the Play, #1)(21)

“I convinced her to come spend some time with her boyfriend,” I say, holding up my hand.

Bex blushes scarlet. That makes me want to kiss her. Instead, I squeeze her hand. “Well…”

“No way,” the girl says. Her eyes light up as she takes in the fact Bex and I are holding hands. “Seriously?”

“It’s… complicated,” Bex says. “Right, babe?”

I shrug. “Not that complicated. She kissed me, I asked her out, she said no, then she reconsidered.”

Bex rolls her eyes, clearly fighting a smile, at my recollection of how we struck this arrangement. “This is Laura, James. She’s my best friend, so she knows everything about me, don’t you, Laura?”

“I didn’t know this,” Laura says with a pout. “I can’t believe you didn’t mention you traded up to a good football boyfriend.”

But I get Bex’s drift; she’s about to tell Laura that we’re not dating for real. “Can I get you ladies something to drink?” I ask. “If you want to drink, princess, I can always drive you home later.”

Laura’s jaw drops. “You’re my new favorite person,” she says, looking at the guy standing at her shoulder. “Barry? Take notes, do whatever James does.”

Bex shakes her head fondly. “I guess I’ll take a rum and coke, if you don’t mind,” she says.

“Lime?”

“Of course.”

“Me too,” Laura pipes up.

“Coming right up.” I head to the bar, slowed by a couple guys who recognize me and want to chat about the game. By the time I look over my shoulder, Bex has dragged Laura into the far corner.

Hopefully Laura will still like me after she knows the truth. She seems like a firecracker; that Barry guy has his hands full.

At the bar I order the drinks and another non-alcoholic beer for myself. I continue to watch her as I lean against the bar to wait. Fuck, she’s pretty. If I had to pretend to date anyone, I’d choose her a hundred times over. Kissing her again, finally, set my skin on fire. I haven’t gotten stiff like that from a kiss in ages; the second I got her legs around my waist, I had to keep myself from deliberately pushing us both over the edge. She tasted like my beer and fruity lip balm and her cute, curvy body was so warm against my chest, even through her thick sweatshirt. It’s going to be a struggle not to take this thing too far.

It’s not like I have any other options, though; I need her help to pass the class. If this is what she wants in exchange for that, I’ll do it, and do it well. Darryl won’t know what hit him, other than the fact Bex has someone in her corner who will fuck up anyone who hurts her.

The bartender sets the drinks down at the exact moment I see Bex lift her sleeves, holding out her wrists to Laura.

Fuck. She did flinch when I grabbed her wrist. I wasn’t sure if I’d been imagining it.

I practically throw some cash down on the bar top, then gather up the drinks. But I’m not in the mood to kick back and relax anymore, knowing Darryl hurt Bex. I shove through the crowd, glad that my size makes it easy. The moment I reach the girls, I say, “How badly?”

Bex flicks her gaze up to look at me. “Not too bad. James—”

“He fucking hurt you.”

“And he won’t again once he knows we’re together. He’s a coward. He talks a big game, but—”

I cut her off again; I can’t help it. “He won’t again because I’m about to break his fucking face.”

She shakes her head as she reaches out for my hand and squeezes our palms together. “You can’t.”

“Watch me.”

“Don’t,” Laura says.

I turn to her. “No offense, but I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

She puts her hands on her hips, glaring right back at me, clearly not the slightest bit intimidated by the energy I’m radiating. “If you start anything, you’ll be blamed. You could be suspended, and that’s the least of it.”

I grit my teeth. “He hurt her.”

“And this wouldn’t be helping her.”

“She’s right,” Bex says. “You can’t risk it.”

I take a deep breath. Now that the immediate wave of emotion is receding, I feel a little calmer. “You’re right.”

I can’t believe how close I came to sending myself right over the edge again. The second I decided Bex was mine—even if it’s just for show—I was ready to throw it all away for her. This is exactly what Coach Gomez warned me against. Sara proved that I can’t let myself get drawn in completely. I jump right off the cliff without a second thought.

Her eyes search mine. “Promise me you’ll leave him alone. Act like everything is normal. Just tell him that it’s not his business who I decide to date. I promise that he’ll get the message.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah.” She leans up, kissing my cheek. “But thank you.”

I have no choice but to believe her. “Fine. But let me know if he tries anything.”

She takes her drink from the table and sips it. “You know, I think girlfriends usually get introduced to the team.”

“You sure? He’s right back there.”

She takes my hand and leads me through the crowd. “I know.”