Play Maker (Bitsberg Knights Duet)

I scoffed. “Like your jeans would even fit” Over one thigh, I added in my own head.

“All right, here,” he said, crossing to his large walk-in closet. I followed and hung back in the doorway as he rummaged through a dresser. He pulled out a pair of athletic pants that looked like they might work and then he grabbed a sweatshirt that featured the Knights logo. “This should work. You’re a real Knights girl, now.”

I laughed. “As long as I don’t have to wear booty shorts and jump around shaking a pair of pom-poms.”

Ross smirked. “You’d look so fucking hot in booty shorts, and you know I love it when you shake your pom-poms.”

Before I could object, Ross zeroed in for another kiss that made me lose sight of my argument entirely. “Although, this look is really working for me too,” he added, sliding his palm over my ass. “You sure you can’t stay here?”

He worked his way around to my front and when his knuckles brushed against my slit, I gasped and braced a hand against the doorway to the closet to keep my buckling knees from giving out entirely. “Damn, baby, you’re always so wet and ready for me.” Ross nibbled at the side of my neck as his finger lazily circled my clit. “I might be late to practice after all. I can’t let you go all day like this—”

I chuckled softly. “—That would be cruel.”

He slid a finger inside of me and stars burst behind my eyes as he thrust deep before slipping another one of his long, sculpted fingers alongside the first, filling me as my walls clenched and shook, already on the verge of a powerful orgasm. “Come for me, baby.” Ross’s voice was thick and husky in my ear, the warmth from his breath finding its way against my bare shoulder. His tongue flicked over my ear as he fingered my g-spot. A moan burst from my mouth, and I dragged my thigh up to rest on his hip, allowing him better access.

Ross flashed a wicked smile. “That’s it, baby. Give me that sweet little pussy.”

At his words, I bit back another loud cry and my body shuddered as I held onto him, unable to withstand his beautiful torture for one more moment.

Stars were still dancing behind my eyes an hour later when I tiptoed up the stairs to my room. The house was still quiet, and I figured my parents were sleeping off their own late night, since they probably stayed up long enough to watch the coverage from New York City as the ball dropped over Time’s Square.

Ross and I hadn’t seen the ball drop. As soon as we left Chance and Lacey’s dinner party, we went back to Ross’s place and were half naked as soon as we made it through the bedroom door. I smiled at the thought of him trying to remove me from my skin tight dress that had become even tighter over the course of the dinner. Eventually, he freed me, and we battled through the double-sided sticky tape and crashed together soon afterward.

It had been a hell of a way to ring in the new year. If it was any indication of what was in store, I was going to have an exceptionally good year.

I paused at my bedroom door. I could see something sticking out from underneath in the soft light cast from the hallway nightlight. I stooped over and picked up what turned out to be a large envelope. A sticky note was attached to the front, written in my mom’s handwriting:

This came for you. Good luck, honey.

I gasped as my tired eyes finally realized what I was holding in my hand. Certified mail. My bar exam results! The ones I’d been waiting on for months.

With trembling hands, I tore open the envelope and pulled the pages out. I squeezed my eyes closed tight and forced myself to take a deep breath. It was in vain. My heart hammered more frantically.

I stepped back and flipped on the hallway light, holding my breath. My eyes scanned over the papers in my hands and a muffled cry slipped out. “Yes!” I pumped my fist in the air. I passed!

The click of a door opening startled me, and I whirled around to see my mom and dad standing in the door of the master bedroom. “Well?” Dad asked, his bushy eyebrows hiked up high on his forehead.

“I passed! It’s here!” I handed the envelope to my dad and burst into the happiest tears of my life.

20

Ross

It was being hailed as the Blizzard Battle of the Midwest. The Knights were hosting the Oklahoma Tornados and it was going to get ugly. The snow fell relentlessly for days on end and even before we took the field, I felt like my bones were frozen from the inside out. It was going to be the hardest game of my life, but also the most important. If we won this game, we’d be flying out to LA to play in the Super Bowl in only two weeks and my whole life would change.