Page 81 of Rush

“I’m clean, too.”

My lips quirk into a smile. “So then, fuck me, quarterback.”

And he does.

He takes me right there, fucking me hard and fast on my painting stool, in front of the Ares and Ari work in progress.

It’s the second game of the season, and I’m here, supporting my man.

I didn’t go to the first game, as they were away at Dallas, playing the Cowboys. They lost that game. And I missed him when he was away. It was the first night we spent apart since getting together.

We either spend the night at my place or his. Mostly mine, as Missy is still home. But she goes back to Dartmouth in a few days. I’m going to miss her. We’ve become really good friends. But Ares told me that she comes home often, so it’ll be like she never left.

We’re all going out for dinner tomorrow night. I’m finally going to meet Zeus, Cam, and Lo. He’s heading back to Penn State in a few days, too.

I’m kind of nervous about meeting them.

But, tonight, there are no nerves because the Giants are playing the Detroit Lions at home, and they’re kicking ass, thanks to Ares throwing some great passes.

Missy and I are sitting in great seats. Ares gets two tickets to every home game. Usually, Zeus uses them to watch him play, as he lives over in Port Washington, which is only an hour’s drive away. Lo and Missy use them when they’re home.

But, tonight, it’s me and Missy here, supporting him.

I could have gone in the box with the wives. Not because of the fact that Ares and I are together; that’s still a secret, and that’s because I haven’t found the courage to tell my dad despite the pressure from Ares to tell him.

But my dad is the coach, and I work for the team, so I have access anywhere. But I didn’t want to sit up there. I wanted to be out here, among the action, close to Ares.

“He’s been playing great tonight,” Missy says to me.

“Yeah, he has.” I nod.

“It’s because he’s happy. Have I told you how glad I am that you and my brother are together?”

“Only about twenty times.” I chuckle.

She grins. “Well, it’s true. I’ve never seen him this happy before, and that makes me happy. And, also, it makes me love you even more than I already do.”

She loves me. That lights me up like the sky on the Fourth of July.

“Thanks, Missy. It means a lot. And you know that I…you know…too.” Expressing emotion isn’t one of my strengths.

She softly smiles at me. “I know.” She threads her arm through mine and gives me a squeeze. “You mean a lot to Ares. And me. You might be a Petrelli, but you’re a Kincaid now, too.”

I swallow down the golf ball in my throat and blink away the tears threatening my eyes.

“The game’s nearly over,” Missy says. “There’s only a minute left on the clock. Do you want to head down?”

“Sure.” I smile at her.

We leave our seats and walk down the steps, heading toward the belly of the stadium where the locker rooms are.

We pass security with a wave of my ID badge and walk toward the locker room to wait outside where we agreed to meet Ares.

He’ll probably have to do press, so he won’t be out right away, but I’m happy to hang around and wait with Missy.

There’s press milling around the hall, waiting to interview the players. My dad will be in the locker room. But he generally doesn’t come out to talk to the press, so he won’t see me leaving with Ares, which is a good thing.

But the press will see.