Page 77 of Forever Offsides

“You’re sure?”

“No, but as I said, I don’t want you down here, so either I stay and break my own curfew, or you come up with me.”

I squint. “You’re being high-handed with me.”

He’s unrepentant as he says, “Absolutely. But you’re also part of the team’s staff, and it’s my job to look out for you. Come on.” He pulls out his wallet and tosses some cash on the bar.

I shouldn’t do this, but I’m standing regardless. And it’s not because of Russel. It’s because it’s Rhett.

I take my glass of wine and walk beside him to the elevator, my breathing heavy as I remember the last time we did this exact thing. His hands are shaking. I can see them by his side, and I have no doubt he’s thinking the exact same thing I am.

“I have a suite.”

“Okay.”

He peers over at me as the elevator doors close. “I meant if you thought I was bringing you to my bed, you should know I’m not.”

“Is this your way of saying you’re going to fuck me on your couch this time?”

“Hell, Quinn.” His face falls into his hands, and he breathes out harshly. “You can’t say that stuff. I’m trying to do the right thing.”

Except his son doesn’t care about doing the right thing for anyone but himself so what the hell are we holding back for? My brothers? My father? His job? Yes, yes, and yes. He’s also the coach of the team I work for, and I’m a resident. Not to mention I’m seventeen years younger. Russel aside, there are still several solid reasons why this is a bad idea.

If anything happened between us and it got out, the repercussions would be catastrophic.

I take a sip of my wine. “You’re right. I’m sorry. Forget I said anything.” The doors open on the eighth floor. “How’s this? I hang out in your living room, and you close the doors to your bedroom and go to sleep. You have a big day tomorrow, and I can play solitaire or chess on my phone. I’ll be quiet as a mouse. Besides, I’m sure Russel will be finished with her quickly, and it’s not as though he’ll have her spend the night so I can go back to my room soon.”

He doesn’t reply as we walk down the hall a few doors until we reach his room. He snicks the card over the black disk, and it unlocks. The last time we did this, I was already half undressed and tussled by his hands. We couldn’t keep away from each other.

I shiver thinking about all the things we did to each other that night.

His room is dark, and he flips on a switch that illuminates a table lamp in the living room. It’s a nice suite, a perk of being the coach, and I set my glass of wine down beside the lamp. The moment he goes into his room, I’m leaving. I have noise-canceling headphones I can wear if I have to.

“Night, Coach.” I keep my back to the bedroom, expecting to hear the door shut, but instead I’m spun around and banged against the wall.

“Goddammit, Quinn,” he bites out in a threatening tone. “You had to be in the fucking bar tonight.”

His mouth crashes to mine, stealing my breath and pressing me so hard against the wall I can’t regain it. He trails hot kisses and sharp nips down my jaw and neck.

“I’m so tired of fighting this with you,” he murmurs hot and rough against my skin. “Fuck it. I’m not stopping this time.”

24

RHETT

Iwent a little nuts when I saw her in the bar. At first, I thought she was waiting for someone. I know she went out with the medical staff, and I was worried something more was happening with one of them.

Then she told me about what Russel was up to and the things he’d been saying to her. He’s fucking with my girl, and I can’t stand it. I’d never been jealous a day in my life until this woman came into it. It takes every ounce of my willpower every goddamn day not to give in and chase after her and take what I so desperately want.

Evidently, tonight was my breaking point for that.

I grab her ass with both hands and thrust her straight against me while my mouth devours hers. I’m fucking ravenous for her. Unable to get close enough. It’s a pounding torrent thrumming through my ears: more, more, more. She teases me with her tongue, flicking and brushing mine in ways that drive me wild. I groan and grip her ass tighter so I can rub her on my painfully hard cock.

She moans and arches into me, grinding on me, running her hands up my back and through my hair. I do the same to her, needing to touch her. She’s so goddamn beautiful with my hands all over her. I’ve wanted her again for months. Months of pining and longing and berating and jealousy. Months of telling myself I couldn’t have this with her.

I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist so I can press her against the wall. I sink into her mouth, into her body, kissing her long and deep. She whimpers and rises up on me so she can tilt her head down and kiss me harder.

“Quinn,” I pant, already losing my mind. “It won’t only be tonight.”