Risking the Crown (The Crown 2)

I walked toward her. Just being this close to her made me want to rip that black dress off her again. She was under my skin. I couldn’t remember the last time a woman made me react like this.

“Why don’t you stick around?” I winked. “We could watch the games. Order some food.”

“Oh, I don’t really watch football.” She shook her head.

“Well then, this is your lucky day, Doc.” I took her by the hand and led her to the couch. I sat her next to me and reached for the remote.

“What are you doing?”

“You are getting ready to get a lesson in football from the most elite quarterback in the American Football Association.” I grinned at her, flipping through, looking for the Cyclones’ game.

“Wes…” She hesitated, twisting her lip under her teeth. It was enough to make my cock strain against my jeans. Those lips were sexy as hell.

“It’s Sunday. That means football.” I eyed her.

“For you, it means football. For me, it means I should go home. We said this was only one night. Last night.”

“Wasn’t last night fun?”

I saw her instantly blush. “Yeah. It was amazing.”

“Then stay.” I turned up the volume. The first quarter was just starting.

She looked down at her dress. “I didn’t bring a change of clothes. I think I should just call a cab.” She laughed lightly. “I thought I was past doing the walk of shame.”

“Hold on.” I hopped up from the couch and returned with a pair of boxers and one of my jerseys. I held it toward her.

“This?”

I nodded. “Try it on.”

She grabbed the ensemble and walked into the bedroom. A few minutes later, she returned, wearing my jersey and a pair of boxers with the Wranglers logo on them. My heart almost beat out of my chest. The skimpy black dress had nothing on this. She was fucking hot as hell in my clothes.

She sat next to me. “This looks ridiculous.”

I stared at her, trying to keep my cool. Trying to remind myself who the fuck I was. “It’s hot, Lennon. You’re the sexiest woman I think I’ve ever laid eyes on.” The lines kept rolling off my tongue like I was some damn love-struck teenager.

“There’s nothing ridiculous about how you look right now.”

“Really?”

She tucked her feet under her and curled up next to me. “Really.” I nodded.

“All right. Teach me.”

“What?” I had forgotten everything. Her breasts peeked through the deep cut in the jersey, and I could see the pink little buds I had sucked so hard last night. My cock was aching.

“The game.” She pointed at the TV screen. “You said you were going to teach me. I know absolutely nothing, so start from the beginning.”

“Right. Football.” I swallowed, tearing my eyes away from her tits. “All right. The game is divided into two halves, and those are split into two quarters each.”

She was a surgeon. She was brilliant. Explaining football to her seemed insane, but she listened intently as I went through the rules of the game, the numbers of players, how the defensive and offensive teams were set up. By the end, she was starting to get into it. There was a new kind of light in her eye. The one of a fan.

“How about a beer? You can’t watch football without beer.” I made my way to the kitchen.

“What? No, you can’t drink on your pain medication.” Her tone was instantly sharp.

I grabbed two bottles from the fridge. “Do you ever turn off being a doctor?” I twisted the cap off one and took a swig.