Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Rams got the ball to Ward, who managed to push through and earn a few more yards.
“We’re gonna go long and get the ball to Garrett,” Ramsey said in the huddle, then let us know which exact play he wanted to run. It was the third quarter, and we were up by fourteen. Baby G was killing it.
“Let’s do this,” I said and headed back for the line of scrimmage.
I examined the defense, watching for any clues about what they had planned or if they’d changed anything up. If I had any suspicions, I’d be the one to communicate them to my offensive line.
Ramsey called out the cadence again, and as soon as the word “hut” left his mouth, I hiked the ball to him with perfect fucking accuracy.
We created a pocket for him, keeping Ramsey safe while Nance, who I fucking hated, and G bolted toward the end zone. There was a man on G’s ass, the space between them small, to the point where I wasn’t sure Ramsey was going to be able to get the pass off and he’d have to make a different split-second decision. At the last moment, Baby G put a little more space between them, and Ramsey launched the ball in front of him, right where it needed to be, Garrett crossing into the zone to get his first touchdown in a regular season game.
“Fuck yes!” I punched into the air, happy for him. Garrett did an excited dance, and then we nailed the extra point, putting us up by twenty-one.
After the game, Alice Andrews from NBC grabbed Ramsey and Garrett as I made my way to the locker room. It was always certain positions they wanted to speak with the most, the center not being one of them, and I was fine with that.
We showered there, my body starting to feel some of the aches and pains of getting my ass beat for a living.
We were staying in Pittsburgh tonight, so once we were all set, we headed for the bus that would take us back to the hotel.
I sat next to Ramsey, but he seemed distracted, probably because Baby G and Cross, another rookie, wouldn’t shut the fuck up, talking about the game. I got it, though. We’d all been there. Most of the time, I’d be right there along with them, but…I didn’t know. I just wasn’t feeling it tonight. I probably needed to get laid. It had been a while, if I was being honest. Fixing that was suddenly on my agenda for tonight.
“We’re out of here at 4:00 a.m. No going out, no women, get your sleep, and then get your asses up to get back to Denver. We won tonight, but that work’s not done,” Coach told us when we arrived at the hotel.
Fuck, there went my plan to get my dick wet.
I roomed with Cross, so the two of us headed to number 714 together. While I didn’t know him well yet, he was good people and played good football. He and G had already gotten close. “Turn on ESPN, would ya?” he asked the second we were tucked away behind the door.
“You say that as if it wasn’t going to be the first thing I did,” I chuckled.
I grabbed the remote because if we couldn’t get laid, watching football highlights was the next best thing.
After stepping out of my shoes, I went to tug my shirt off just as I heard, “We played a good game tonight. Our passes were on target, defense was tight. We wanted the win, and we got it. We’ll study some film and get ready for the next game.”
Fucking Whitt. Now, he’d plague my nightmares with his stupid, annoying, aristocratic voice. And stupid, fucking aristocratic looks. He was the definition of a bougie white dude—his short brown hair always sexily mussed but also looking styled at the same time. His eyes with those thick-ass lashes and blue irises that rivaled the ocean. I thought those eyes might hold some secrets. His jaw was square, almost in an unreal way, like someone had crafted his smug ass out of stone. Ugh. He still got on my last nerve. All he had to do was breathe.
“Study some film and get ready for the next game,” I mocked, turning in time to see his pompous smile. Cute smile, but still snobbish.
Cross laughed. “You guys must be close,” he teased.
“He wishes,” I replied, climbing into bed in my shorts.
“Yeah, I’ve heard he’s a dick.”
“That’s an understatement.” He was arrogant, annoying, and, unfortunately for me, sexy as fuck. Luckily, the second he opened his mouth, I typically forgot how much I wanted to bone him—if for no other reason than to make him come his brains out so he remembered for the rest of his life that I gave him the best orgasm he’d ever had.