Rookie Move (Playing for Keeps #1)(43)

Idling at a red light where I’d make a left to go home to Houston’s, I imagined getting home, sprawling on Houston’s couch, staring numbly at the TV, then crawling in bed alone. It’d seemed like the perfect plan ten minutes ago.

But when the light turned green, I turned left, made a U-turn, and headed in the other direction.





The corner of Ramsey’s lips twitched as he opened the door and found me on his steps, but he didn’t say anything, just opened it wider and gestured me inside.

I closed it behind me, and he eyed me, shoving his hands in the pockets of the sweats stretched tight over his thighs. “Want something to eat? Drink?”

“Got a keg?” I joked weakly.

Ramsey huffed out a quiet laugh. “Nope, fuck that. You’re not gonna come in here and mope around the rest of the night.”

“Okay, what’re we doing, then?” I’d kinda planned on that. Oops. And maybe receiving a sympathy blowjob at some point. Hell, I should be the one giving the sympathy blowjob, considering how I’d wasted Ramsey’s perfect goddamn pass.

Mostly, I just hadn’t wanted to be alone.

Ramsey’s gaze narrowed slightly, and then he spun around. “C’mon,” he called over his shoulder.

I followed him onto the deck, watching the muscles of his bare back ripple with his movements. A fucking gorgeous man if there ever was one. I decided he was probably the only guy that could make me sigh just by looking at him.

We stopped in front of his hot tub.

“Get naked and get in. I know that big-ass ego of yours isn’t the only thing that’s sore.”

He wasn’t wrong. I ached all over, so after a second, I did as told and stripped down.

I climbed in, groaning as the hot water enveloped me, sinking deep enough to cover my shoulders and the bruises all over my body. Not that they would faze Ramsey at all. I wriggled around until I found a jet that hit my back just right. Ramsey slipped in across from me. “So does this happen to be the deluxe version hot tub that also massages bruised egos?” I rested my head back on the edge of the tub and closed my eyes.

Ramsey’s chuckle was soft. “Nah. That was another ten grand, and I didn’t anticipate having too many guys in here with one the size of yours. Couldn’t justify the added expense.”

I peered at him through hooded eyes. “So you’re admitting I’m huge.”

“Your ego? Fuck yes.”

I cracked a smile, the first one that had felt real all night.

After a couple of beats of silence, Ramsey spoke again. “We got outplayed tonight. Wasn’t the first time and sure as shit won’t be the last. You fumbled the ball—”

“I ruined a perfect pass.”

“You ruined a perfect pass. Won’t be the last time for that either. It’s not the defining moment of your career, though, Garrett, unless you’re planning on starting to suck ass from here on out.”

“Depends on whose ass.”

“Goddamn, you’re an idiot sometimes.”

I deserved the splash that followed, but Ramsey was right. I knew he was, and maybe coming over here had been the thing I needed after all, because some of the weight in my chest had already vanished. I’d fucked up, and all I could do was try to be better next time.

I swiped water from my eyes. “Thanks.” I meant it sincerely, and Ramsey nodded, just once, to show he knew what I meant, then tipped his chin up. “C’mere.”

Fuck, his confidence with men was definitely growing, and it was a total turn-on. I closed the short distance between us and straddled him, expecting him to wrap a hand around my cock immediately. Instead, his fingers cupped my chin and pulled me in for a gentle, lingering kiss. My lips parted for the press of his tongue, and I groaned as he plunged inside, his other hand smoothing down my back and pulling me tighter against him until our cocks rubbed his stomach. I rolled my hips against him, then pulled back. “Sure you didn’t splurge for the upgraded tub after all? My ego’s already feeling a little better.”

“Don’t you dare give the hot tub credit for my skills, jackass.”

My chortle was cut short by another searing kiss. I snaked a hand behind me, guiding Ramsey’s hand lower, over the curve of my ass and down the seam until his fingertips brushed over my hole. He went momentarily still. Even our kiss paused, but then he rubbed over the tight muscle once, a palpable tentativeness in the movement, his eyes flicking up to mine, the question within them clear.

“Fuck yes,” I whispered, choking back a moan. “That’s perfect. Keep going.” This was what I needed, what I wanted, and after another beat of hesitation, Ramsey’s fingers started moving, circling, rubbing, softening me up. His other hand tightened on me, guiding my hips back and forth, our cocks bumping and brushing against each other, the friction far from perfect and a little awkward in the water, but pleasure still raced through me with every second of contact.

I reached behind me again and laid my hand over his, pressing down on his middle finger as it circled my rim until it sank just barely inside, and I hissed at the immediate, familiar sting. It’d been a while. “Fuck me with your fingers.” Ramsey muttered a curse as I slid my hand to his wrist, guiding him deeper. “Slow and steady,” I told him, and sucked in a sharp breath as he pushed in all the way to his knuckle, then pulled back slowly.