Power Play (Nashville Assassins Next Generation 2)

Boon: Me?

Me: Yes. You couldn’t have met me at the slushy machine?

Boon: Um, and come between you and your slushy? I know better.

Me: Still, I wanted to fondle you.

Boon: Ha! Fondle? I would have broken that damn machine with how hard I would have done you against it.

Me: What did the slushy machine do to you?

Boon: Not a damn thing. But you, you drive me insane. For real, though, that ass of yours is lethal.

Me: Do you want it?

Boon: Your ass? Lovely, I want that more than I want anything at the moment.

Me: Come get it.

Boon: Don’t tempt me.

I fight back my laughter as his next message comes through.

Boon: You’re wild today.

Me: I am feeling kinda frisky.

Boon: How frisky?

Me: So frisky, I’m unsure how I can go twelve days without being with you. I want so badly to kiss you, and I’m annoyed that I didn’t think of this before we got on the plane.

Boon: I don’t think I can express how much I agree with that statement… Think we can meet in the bathroom?

Me: If we’re just gonna kiss real fast, maybe. But more? I don’t think so.

Boon: Yeah, I’m wanting more, and with how you’re teasing me, I don’t know if I can stop. Which brings me to my next question, how are we going to do this?

Me: I have no clue. We might have to wait until we get back. With all the meetings, practices, and stuff, it’s hard. It’s not like we’ll see each other during the downtime since coaches and players don’t hang.

Boon: True, but I’ll see you at dinners. Maybe we can sneak off then? As long as I get to taste that sweet mouth of yours, I can hold out.

Me: Can you?

Boon: No. I’m an awful liar. I want you now.

I beam. He tickles me.

Boon: I told my mom about you.

Me: You did?

Boon: Yeah, I told her how hot and amazing you are. She’s excited to meet you.

Me: Aw, I’ve never met my boyfriend’s mom.

Boon: Well, you will now, and I don’t like the word boyfriend.

Me: No?

Boon: No, I think super-hot man lover is better.

Now I’m choking on slushy.

Me: You’re insane.

Boon: For real, it’s like, “Mom, this is Boon, my super-hot, super-talented, amazing-in-bed, man lover.”

Me: Yes, my mom will be thrilled to know her winger is banging her daughter.

Boon: Ha. Didn’t think of it that way. You’re right. We’ll add winger in there.

I snort.

Me: You’re silly. But if you’re all that to me, what am I to you?

Boon: Everything.

Everything. The word kinda scares me.

When my phone vibrates with another text, I read his next message.

Boon: I realize that was a little too much. So how about super-gorgeous, amazingly smart and strong and funny and perfect, woman lover lady, with one hell of an ass.

I grin.

Me: Can’t forget the great ass.

Boon: Sure can’t.

I swallow hard.

Me: It wasn’t too much. It’s nice.

Boon: I sound ridiculous. I think I’m so worried that I don’t show you or tell you how I feel that I’m now word-vomiting on you.

Me: Maybe, but the upside is, it only makes me want you more.

Boon: Well, that’s good to know, but this is new for me. Trying to be more vocal.

Me: It’s new for me too, Boon. This real relationship thing with my super-hot, super-talented, amazing-in-bed, man lover guy.

Boon: LOL. You kill me.

I don’t need him to type that for me to know he’s laughing. I can hear the low timbre of his laugh, and it has my sex clenching in need.

Me: I love how you laugh. It makes me squirm.

Boon: I wish you were sitting on my face as you squirm.

Me: Oh my, but your newly fresh beard.

Boon: Hey, what’s the point of being newly fresh if I can’t get it all dirty again?

Jesus, he makes me hot.

When my mom stands, I widen my eyes. Does she know?

“All right, we’re turning out the lights. Let’s rest for a bit, boys,” she calls. There is some groaning, but everyone pretty much settles in. The card tables fold up, and the guys turn their seats so they can watch their iPads or sleep. When the plane gets quiet and the lights are off, I look through the cracks in the seats to see what Boon is doing.

He’s watching me.

I can tell from the light of his phone. His lips curve, and then he gets up, heading toward the back of the plane. I furrow my brow as I watch him say something to Luna. She nods and then takes something from him. Was that cash? He sits in the seat beside the bathroom and then looks down at his phone.

Boon: Go to the bathroom. Now.

Me: Don’t tell me what to do.

Boon: Do it.

Me: Make me.

Boon: For real?

Me: No. I’m coming.

I get up and walk to the back toward the bathroom. His eyes never leave mine, and I’m excited for what is about to happen. Is he gonna trap me in the bathroom? Before I can reach it, he says, “Hey, Coach. Can we discuss the eight formation?”