Blindsided (Fake Boyfriend 4)

“Fuck, yeah. Same for you?”

Miller shrugs. “I guess. I dunno if I’m good enough.”

“Are you kidding? I’ve watched some of your high school games. You’re a force to be reckoned with. You can totally go all the way.”

Surprise and hope shine in his eyes. “You think so?”

Knowing the chances of the NFL for any of us is small, I should tell him to make sure he gets his degree for a backup first, but I dunno what it is about this guy. It’s like when I’m on the field; I have this sixth sense about the game. My gut tells me what plays will work and who to throw the ball to. And even though I only met Miller a few days ago, I know he’s gonna make it.

I hold up my drink for him to cheers. “Definitely. You and me. Future Super Bowl winners. I can see it now.”

Arms wrap around me from behind. Nikki’s back.

I cut her off at the pass. “We can go up soon. We need to hook Miller up first, or he’ll want to watch.”

It’s a total joke. At least, I mean it that way until I see interest flare in Miller’s eyes. I turn to Nikki, expecting to be slapped or at least scolded. Nope. She’s staring at Miller the same way he is at us.

She shrugs. “I’m cool with that.”

I think both Miller’s and my mouths drop open. Was totally not expecting her to agree.

Nikki takes my hand and then Miller’s and leads the charge upstairs. I’m sure people are probably watching us, and perhaps I should care about that, but I really don’t. The thought of having sex while someone else is in the room turns my crank like nothing ever has, and it’s not until right this second that I’m learning that about myself.

I’m hard before we even reach my room.

Nikki goes in first, already stripping her skintight tank top off and lowering her miniskirt so she’s only standing in her heels and underwear.

“Holy shit,” Miller mutters behind me and closes the door fast.

“Thanks.” She chuckles.

My room is a shoebox, so Miller brushes by me to get to my tiny study desk and chair in the corner. For some reason, that small contact makes every nerve ending along my skin come to life.

I fumble my way through getting undressed. The button on my jeans doesn’t cooperate, and my T-shirt gets stuck when I try to lift it over my head.

If the other two notice, they don’t mention it.

I can’t help the way my gaze finds Miller’s. His pants are unzipped, his hard dick trying to break through the confines of his underwear.

Miller watching Nikki and me and getting himself off at the same time makes me feel like a god.

Who knew voyeurism was so hot?

I’ve never been so worked up, so hard, or so ready to explode. It’s probably the fastest I’ve ever come inside someone since losing my virginity, and when I do, I come with my eyes locked on Miller’s.

He may not know it yet, but what I said earlier was true. We’re gonna get along just fine. I can totally see us becoming the best of friends. And with the way he comes all over his hand, I’d say we’re on the same page in knowing this is so going to happen again.

Chapter Two

MILLER

NOW

Shit. It happened again.

My mouth is dryer than if I’d swallowed cotton balls covered in sand, and the tiny drummer in my head pounds against my skull as if playing Van Halen’s “Hot for Teacher.”

I roll over to a sight I’ve woken up to many times before, but it’s been six years since I last fell into bed with Talon and some random girl. Or in this case, two random girls.

The room smells like sex and cheap citrusy perfume.

This was a common occurrence back in the day, but I thought we were past it all—the reckless college phase. When I found out at the end of last season that Talon had signed with the Warriors, the last thing on my mind was going back to our old patterns. I was solely focused on football and how great being on a team with him again was going to be.

Maybe that was my survival instincts kicking in.

He was drafted to New England after he graduated USC the year ahead of me. I got thrown around from practice team to practice team the first two years after being drafted and eventually got picked up by the Warriors three seasons ago. Because we’ve been in different conferences, I’ve barely seen Talon since he graduated. Our contact has consisted of trash talking each other on Twitter and a vague friendship on Facebook.

Now he’s permanently back in my life, and it’s as if he never left.

And that’s why I’m one hundred percent fucked.