Текст книги "Scoring Wilder"

Автор книги: R. S. Grey

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He patted his friend's shoulder and whispered something that made Penn shrug.

Then finally his gaze found mine, and he winked, slow and devious, as if he couldn't help exuding pure sex appeal.

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And there went my panties instantly in flames. Damnit.

I didn't care what Becca wanted anymore, I wrapped my hand around her bicep and pulled her forward until we were face to face with the boys.

"Great game," I said with a broad smile.

"Yes it was. Are you ready to go?" Liam asked, eyeing the security guard next to us so that he'd know to open the gate. A few of the other players were joining their families and girlfriends as well so it seemed like standard protocol. "My car’s parked in the lot back here with the rest of the players'."

I turned to Coach Davis and saw that most of the other girls had already started to leave. "Are we all set, Coach?"

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She cocked a brow and gave me a hard stare. "Be safe, Kinsley. We'll see you at practice Monday."

I smiled and gave her a nod before turning back to the group.

"Well, I'm going to drive myself home,” Becca began. “Kinsley, have fun and call me tomorrow. Liam, great game. Penn, you can go to hell.” She said it so bluntly that my mouth dropped open.

Wow, she really wasn't going to let him get away with last night. Good for her.

"Becca, we need to talk," Penn demanded with a hard stare. His brown eyes were locked on her and I didn't think either one of them was going to budge.

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Liam shook his head and then reached over to take my hand. "C'mon, Kins, let's leave these two alone."

A security guard opened the gate for me after I hugged Becca goodbye. It was probably best that I was leaving with Liam. Becca needed to face Penn in private… so there’d be fewer witnesses of his murder.

Chapter Twenty-Five

"Are you hungry?" Liam asked as we stood in his kitchen eyeing each other over the kitchen island.

We'd driven to his house out in Malibu so that we'd have some privacy away from his other roommates at the LA Stars' house.

Liam hadn't even asked if I was staying over.

He'd assumed and I hadn't corrected him.

"No." I shook my head and crossed my arms over my shirt. "Are you?"

His eyes narrowed on me, and he shook his head. He was leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed just like mine.

He looked intimidating in his slacks and button-down.

We were eyeing each other hungrily as he pushed off the counter and stalked toward 688/890

me. He reached out for my hand and pulled me after him until we were heading into his living room. The shades were drawn, but a few lamps placed around the room cast the space in a soft glow. Liam led me further inside and then dropped my hand so he could turn some music on. Arctic Monkeys, "Do I Wanna Know?" streamed throughout the room.

I watched him drop the remote back onto the stereo and then he slowly turned.

He was wearing a dangerous expression and I bit my lip as his eyes blatantly perused my body.

Neither of us said a word as he moved toward his couch. There were no arms on the side near him so he sat on the end with his 689/890

hands clasped between his knees. He was hunched over, watching me.

"Strip for me, Kinsley," he murmured with a dark tone.

His command caught me by surprise and my breath hitched in my throat.

I eyed the windows over my shoulders, but no one could see in. We were completely alone. I'd imagined this moment since I first saw him, and now that it was here presented before me, I couldn't calm my nerves. I licked my dry lips and stared down at Liam.

His brow was arched in a challenge and I let his gaze and the rock music seduce my movements.

I kicked off my shoes and socks, winking at Liam as I tossed them his way. He 690/890

chuckled, but his stormy eyes never lightened.

I reached for the hem of my jeans and slowly unbuttoned them. Liam's gaze followed my hands as they tugged the denim down my legs. I kicked the pants aside and straightened back up. I'd selected my underwear very carefully earlier. The soft pink material was detailed with silky lace and it caressed my skin gently whenever I moved.

"The shirt, too," he demanded as I stood waiting for him to step closer.

“So demanding,” I murmured cheekily.

I crossed my arms in front of my chest and pulled the ULA shirt over my head.

Without its protection I was at the mercy of his gaze. I glanced down at my matching light pink bra. I could see my breasts 691/890

through the thin material, and when I glanced up, Liam raised the edge of his mouth in a devilish smirk.

He looked like a fantasy come to life. His toned legs straining against his navy slacks.

His strong forearms peeking out from his crisp white button down. Everything was perfectly in control. I wanted to make him drop the act. I wanted to make him groan my name and forget that he was the one in the position of power.

I reached behind me and fingered my bra clasp until the dainty material gave.

When a cool whoosh of air caressed my breasts I knew there was no going back. I let the silky straps glide down my arms, and then I let the bra fall on top of my shirt at my feet.

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"You're so goddamned sexy," he groaned with a husky voice.

I bit the edge of my mouth and soaked in his compliment as my fingers found the hem of my underwear.

"No. Come here," he ordered, standing up from the couch.

I paused and walked toward him, nervous of how I would react when he finally touched me.

"Lay back on the couch with your legs hanging off," he instructed. I did as he said.

My brown hair fanned out around my face and a few of the silky strands cascaded down my neck and over my breasts.

He came to stand over me. His hands ran down my body, brushing my hair aside and cupping my breasts. He stole the air in 693/890

the room as his fingers toyed with my nipples. I arched my head back and whimpered as he traced the outline of my breasts and then bent to mark the same path with his tongue. His mouth clamped over each nipple and I could feel dampness pool-ing in my silky underwear. I hated that he was still fully clothed. I felt like I was at his mercy. So I reached up and cupped him through his designer trousers. He was thick and hard against my small palm. I traced the outline of his length and licked my lips when I heard his shallow hiss in response to my touch.

He backed up, disconnecting my hand, so that he could unbutton his shirt and toss it aside. His sensuous muscles made him look aggressive, rugged, and untamable. His 694/890

tattoos drew over the sharp contours and I wanted to reach my hand out and trace each black line.

His hands reached down to unbuckle his belt and I watched with rapt attention as he pulled the black leather out of the loops. His wicked grin told me he knew what I was thinking. I could feel my cheeks flush with color as he unbuttoned his trousers, but he didn't unzip them yet. He came to stand between my legs.

He was already taller than me, but when I was lying down, our proportions were thrown off even more. I felt small and helpless, especially when he reached down and peeled my panties down my legs.

I lifted my hips so that he could drag them lower and I knew he could see all of me 695/890

from that angle. His gaze focused between my legs and he practically licked his lips as he bent down to have a quick taste. I wasn't prepared for his tongue and I bucked my hips as his lips hit my bundle of nerves. It was too much too soon, and I gently twisted my hips, trying to dull the intense sensation.

He wasn't having it. His strong arms pressed my thighs apart on the couch so that I was completely bared to him. He stared up at me as his tongue stroked up and down, working me into a frenzy of passion and lust.

I couldn't wait any longer. I dragged my toes up his trousers. He was rock hard and I wanted to know what he'd feel like deep inside me. I wanted to wrap myself around him and scream his name.

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"Greedy little thing," he accused with a dark smirk. He swatted my foot away and took one more taste before standing back to his full height. He reached into his back pocket, retrieved a condom, and then finally pushed his pants and boxer briefs to the ground. I'd seen him before, but this angle magnified every single inch of his smooth skin. He expertly rolled on the condom and then he wrapped his strong hands around my thighs.

I squealed as he tugged my body to the end of the couch so that my ass was right on the edge. He separated my legs and bent his knees until he was positioned perfectly.

"Do you want this, baby?" he asked with a sharp tone.

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I nodded instantly. It wasn't a question I had to consider. "Yes," I said, begging him to sink into me.

His stomach muscles clenched in tandem as he positioned himself at my entrance.

I tried to take in everything at once. His bul-ging arms, his strong thighs, his divine lips, and his dark eyes that were focused directly on what was going on between us.

When he slid into me I moaned his name, and he didn't stop until he was pressed in to the hilt.

"Fuck," he growled, dragging the word out so that it rolled down my spine and made my toes curl.

Once he was in me, there was no going back. Liam wasn't a slow and steady type of guy. He was a world-class athlete whose 698/890

body was made for professional level sporting events. I was learning in that moment that it was also made for professional-level fucking. He slid in and out of me, standing up and leveraging himself into me. The angle gave him so much control and I couldn't temper the soft cries that fell out of my mouth every time he pulled out and sank back into me.

He reached down and grabbed my arms.

"Flip over, baby," he commanded. He lifted my body and spun me around so that I was on my hands and knees on the soft leather.

He immediately sank back into me as if he couldn't handle the few seconds of transition. His hands gripped the edge of my hips hard as he pounded into me again and again.

I was losing my mind with each thrust and I 699/890

was helpless to try and cling onto my sanity.

He stroked me to the rhythm of his hips. I came hard, pressing back onto him.

"Oh, god, that felt so fucking good. I could feel you clenched so tight around me,"

he murmured, readjusting us again so that he was lying down on his back and I was sitting on top of him. It felt deliciously sexy to ride him like that. I liked being on top, commanding his pleasure like he'd just commanded mine.

I gripped his knees and pulled myself off of him slowly before letting my weight push me back down. I felt him shudder every time I did it, and his dark, husky groans fueled me forward.

"That's it. Push yourself down onto me.

Ride me, baby," he ordered.

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I did just as he said, slowing our pace to a maddening rate. His hands were gripping my ass hard enough to leave marks. He let me move up and down a few more times, but then I knew I'd pushed him too far. He gripped my hips and took the power back as he started pounding into me from below. I was forced to take it as he yanked my hair so that my back arched.

"Yes, right there," I told him as I felt him stroke the spot that threatened to make me scream. I felt wild and hot. Our heavy breathing intermingled. Our skin was slapping together in a symphony of delicious sound.

"Liiaammm..." I dragged as he continued to push into me. I knew I wouldn't last much longer. His fingers circled once. Twice.

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And then I was coming again, harder and longer than the first time. He kept pounding into me, chasing my orgasm with his own.

Just as my pleasure was starting to wane, I felt him come, hot and hard inside of me. I knew that if he wasn't wearing a condom he would have coated me from the inside out.

The idea made me shiver with lust.

"Kinsley," he groaned over and over again until finally we were laying there in silence. I'd fallen back onto him so that my hair fell around his neck. His chest rose and fell beneath me, carrying me up and down.

We laid like that until our breathing eventually returned to normal. It was clear a monumental road had just been crossed and neither one of us was ready to get up yet.

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"I need another shower. C'mon," he said, sitting up and carrying me with him. My thighs felt like jelly and I laughed when I tried to stand.

"Here," he said, scooping me into his arms and twisting me so that I had my legs wrapped around his middle.

I laughed as he started walking us to his room.

"That was..." I began with a dazed expression.

"Fucking amazing," he filled in before planting a kiss on my lips.

I chuckled and agreed emphatically. He didn't set me down until the water was warm and even then he soaped me up and helped me wash my hair.

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"So, not a fan of the standard mission-ary?" I joked as I wrapped a towel around my chest.

He eyed me mischievously. "Not when I've got a body like yours to work with," he winked. "Now, I'm starving... will you help me cook dinner?"

I trailed after him with a cool smile.

"Only if you tell me 'Kinsley Bryant, you are the sexiest lay I've ever had. No girl can compare to you. Not even all the models that I've slept with'."

Liam paused and spun around to face me with an arched brow. "No other girl compares," he smirked, stepping closer to me and bending low so his face was level with mine. "They were fucks, you and I are on a completely different playing field, Kinsley."

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I smiled cheekily before dipping forward and kissing him on the tip of his nose. Then I spun around him and spanked him on the butt. "Now feed me!" I joked, quickly running away before he could return the spanking.

I, of course, wasn't fast enough and he made my ass sting with a cocky grin and a flash of a sexy dimple.

While Liam pulled out a few ingredients for dinner, I found my phone so that I could call Becca. I was dying to know how things ended up going for her and Penn.

She answered on the fourth ring. "Can't talk right now, Penn is trying to weasel his way back into my good graces."

I started laughing hysterically. "Is he there right now?"

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"Yes. I'm actually at his house in Malibu."

"Hey! We're in Malibu, too."

"Oh good, I might have to come stay there depending on how the next few hours go," Becca joked.

I pulled the phone away from my ear.

"Becca says that she might crash here tonight."

Liam cocked a brow. "Hope she enjoys hearing you screaming my name."

My mouth fell open. "Oh my god. Becca if you heard that—"

I could hear her saying, ewwww, even before I held the phone back to my ear.

I laughed, "Sorry. He can't be tamed…

he’s just like Miley." I shook my head at 706/890

Liam, but I couldn't wipe the smile from my face.

He flashed me an innocent shrug.

"You two are gross. I might have to stay here just to spare my ears from the mad-ness," she said, and I heard Penn chuckle in the background.

"All right, well call me if you need me...

and seriously, Becca, hear Penn out."

Liam yelled so she could hear him, too,

"Yeah! Give my friend a second chance."

"Okay, okay. I'm hanging up now."

"Bye, Becs."

After I hung up, I sidled around the counter and started helping Liam with dinner. He'd given me one of his shirts to wear with my underwear and he couldn't seem to 707/890

keep his hands from sliding under the cotton hem.

I'd stir the pasta and he would set his hand on ass. I'd cut some tomatoes for the salad and he'd have his arms wrapped around my waist, watching me work.

"You realize we just had sex, right?" I joked, twisting around to give him a chaste kiss. I felt his hard muscles against my shoulder as I spun back around. God, he was in good shape.

"You realize that, as your boyfriend, I'm allowed to appreciate how sexy you look wearing my shirt," he joked, before setting to work on the garlic bread.

"It feels weird thinking about you being my boyfriend," I admitted sheepishly.

"Why?" he asked, preheating the oven.

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"I mean, I just watched one hundred thousand people chanting your name. Isn't that crazy? You’d think it would go to your head, but you're actually a really nice guy."

He laughed. "To be honest, I still feel like the same little kid spending day in and day out on the soccer fields near my house."

"Just a little more in shape," I winked, and he shook his head with a small smirk.

We finished prepping the rest of the meal and then sat down and ate at his breakfast table. I pulled the shutters open so that we had a perfect view of the ocean with the sunset. It was nice just being with him after the chaos of the past few days.

He was wiped out from his long day, so we cleaned up quickly and then cuddled on his bed. Everything felt so natural with us.

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Each step that should have been awkward was eased by Liam's confidence. Before I even asked for it, he'd pulled out a washcloth and spare toothbrush for me in case I'd forgotten mine. Which of course, I had. Then he had the covers on the bed pulled back so that I could just slip in next to him. I tried to tone down how giddy I felt as I cuddled into his side and inhaled his masculine scent. Be cool, Kins. My fingers dragged across his chiseled abs, adoring every single contour.

This is your life now. You are the person that sleeps next to this set of abs. Also, this set of abs is attached to a man that probably has some major neurological damage since out of all the models in the world, he’s chosen you and your flat-ass.

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“Hey, I like your ass. It’s not flat,” he said right after I realized that my internal monologue had actually been an external monologue. “Also, I’m more than just my abs.”

“Of course you are, babe. Of course you are.”

Don’t worry, abs. I’m actually here for you.

“Yeah, still out loud,” he smiled, pulling me into his side.

Chapter Twenty-Six

"Liam. Liam! Are you still sleeping at this hour?" A cheery voice rang throughout the house as I drifted into consciousness.

Then I realized what I'd heard and I shot up in bed. Liam was still sleeping soundly next to me, but I’d definitely heard the sounds of a woman humming and moving about the house. Then I noticed the amazing smell of sizzling bacon drifted closer.

Was there a woman inside Liam's house and was she cooking for him? What in the world? Did he have a housekeeper or some kind of weird estranged lover that broke in every now and then and made him breakfast?

That actually wouldn’t be so bad… free pancakes.

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I turned toward Liam and shook him awake. "Hey, babe, wake up."

He moaned then blinked his eyes open.

"There's someone in your house calling your name. It's a woman and I think she's making breakfast. Do you have any crazy stalker fans that would do that?" I asked, only half kidding.

He squinted his eyes and then shot up suddenly.

"Oh crap. It's my mom," he said, throwing the covers off himself.

"Your what?!" I asked, my eyes growing wide.

He grabbed a t-shirt out of his closet and pulled it over his head. Did he have to cover up his abs? Wait no. I couldn't think about that right now.

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I hopped out of bed and went to my oversized purse to get my clothes that I'd packed the day before. I had a pair of shorts and a summery blouse, so I pulled on the outfit quickly and tried to calm my nerves.

Let’s recap. We’d just had some raunchy sex in his living room last night and now I was meeting his mother. And oh yes, I’d gone to bed with my hair still damp. I reached up to feel around the web of tangles that had at some point been my hair. On a scale of one to toe-up, I was probably looking similar to Courtney Love on a bad day.

How would this even work? Would he walk out first and then I would follow him fifteen minutes later and explain that I'd slept in the guest room?

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"Oh, ha-ha, I always come over to Liam's house at the crack of dawn... no, of course, I didn't have sex with your son last night."

"I forgot she was coming into town." He eyed me with amusement. "I've been a little preoccupied."

I wiped my hand down my face and then ran to the bathroom so I could pee and brush my hair. Thankfully once I was done, I looked semi-presentable.

"Ready?" Liam asked when I'd returned from the bathroom.

I gulped. "Are we going down together?

What are you going to tell your mom? Does she know you have girls stay over?"

"I'm 25, Kinsley, not 15."

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I rolled my eyes. That wasn't helping. He stepped closer and wrapped me up in a tight hug so that only my tiptoes were left on the floor. "Besides, she knows about you and she's wanted to meet you."

I pressed my lips into a thin line. Had he really talked to his mom about me? I remembered him mentioning her visit the other week. I couldn’t believe we'd completely forgotten. I should have had it tattooed on me somewhere.

He loosened his grip and then took my hand to lead me toward the kitchen.

"Mom!" Liam yelled as we rounded the corner.

"Liam!" she exclaimed, turning from the stove and throwing her arms around her son.

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have a private moment, but it only took her a second before she glanced up and saw me standing there with my hands clasped in front of me.

"You must be Kinsley!" she beamed, pushing Liam aside like he was yesterday's news and then stepping forward to wrap me in a hug. Citrus. His mother smelled like fresh citrus, and I took a deep breath as she enveloped me in her arms.

"Hello, Mrs. Wilder," I smiled when she released me. Her eyes scanned over me, not to size me up, but rather just to get a good look at me. She was an inch shorter than me with the same dirty blonde hair that sat atop Liam's head. Hers was mixed with a few strands of grey though. She was probably in her mid-fifties, but she exuded a youthful air 717/890

and I think I fell for her instantly. I wanted her to like me.

"You have the best taste, Liam,” she winked at me. “He gets that from me," she said before going back to tending the stove.

"Do you like bacon and eggs, Kinsley? I've got some muffins going in the oven as well."

The more she spoke, the more I noticed her slight English accent. It added to her charm.

"I love all breakfast foods," I said, patting my stomach. She beamed at me again and then I finally glanced toward Liam. He'd been resting against the refrigerator wearing a playful grin. I winked and stuck my tongue out at him before turning back to his mother.

"Do you need help with anything? I'm pretty good with eggs. Wait, let me rephrase 718/890

that, sometimes I can scramble eggs without burning them," I offered.

"Could you start making some coffee? I was filling the pot when you guys walked in,"

she answered. I immediately started tending to the coffee while Liam grabbed the cream and sugar.

"How long are you in town for, Mom?"

he asked, slinging his arm over her shoulder playfully. She hip checked him and then shooed him away so she could flip the bacon.

"Well I was supposed to be here yesterday afternoon so I could see your match, but my flight was delayed," she huffed and threw her hand in the air as if to say 'those damn airlines'. "So now I've only got three days left before I head home."

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"You didn't miss anything special, promise," Liam assured her.

"I cheered extra loud when he scored, Mrs. Wilder," I winked, and they both laughed.

"Well as long as he had you there, he probably didn't miss me at all," she quipped, piling the eggs and bacon onto a big plate.

I set the table and Liam set out a carafe of orange juice.

"You two need to eat up, you're both top athletes and you need your fuel. Especially you, Kinsley. You look like you're skin and bones," she said, pushing eggs onto my plate.

"I promise I eat a lot. I just run every day," I shrugged and started biting into my bacon.

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Liam gave me a reassuring smile and then reached to hold my knee under the table. I think all parents have instincts to fatten up their kids. My grandmother would always shove cookies down my throat whenever we went over for holidays. If only I got cookies shoved down my throat everywhere I went…

"Well you two are quite the athletic couple," his mom smiled and munched on her breakfast, eyeing us with admiration. I had no clue how she normally acted, but so far I felt like this meeting was going much better than expected.

"Good morning, you filthy neighbors!

Tuck away your naughty bits, Becca’s on the scene!" Becca’s voice rang out as the back door opened. Liam laughed as I hid my face 721/890

behind my cup of coffee. I’d be karate chopping her naughty bits as soon as we were alone. A moment later, she and Penn walked into the kitchen like they owned the place.

"Oh, oops!" Becca exclaimed, covering her mouth with her hand as she realized her mistake. "Is this a family breakfast?" she asked, pausing so that Penn nearly walked into her. “Ignore what I said about the…” Mrs. Wilder scooted her chair back to cut her off. She probably didn’t want to hear anymore about her son’s naughty bits. "No, no! Join us! You must be Penn's friend," his mom said, standing up to greet Becca. They shook hands as Becca attempted to cover her flushing cheeks. Hah.

"Hey neighbors," I smiled, hopping up to get them plates.

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Thankfully Mrs. Wilder had prepared more than enough food, and soon the five of us were all sitting around the table eating and chatting. I only attempted to kick Becca in the kneecaps twice beneath the table.

"So you girls play on the same team?"

Mrs. Wilder asked Becca and me.

"Yes, ma'am." I smiled at Becca who was in the middle of taking a big bite.

"They must only recruit the pretty ones,"

she proclaimed, making us both blush. The boys agreed emphatically. I rolled my eyes at Liam and he just shrugged like he had no choice.

"Well Kinsley was recruited because they felt sorry for her," Becca joked, “you know for being…” she paused and signed the 723/890

universal gesture for cuckoo. I jabbed her with my fork.

"Becca's actually the team manager. She just gets me water when I need it and cleans my sweaty jerseys," I quipped with a cheeky grin.

Becca gave me a pointed stare and held her fork up in a way that made it look like she was flipping me the bird.

"We actually have a game this week that my mom will be in town for," I said, turning back to Mrs. Wilder who was laughing at our little exchange.

"Oh, how fun! Let's hope her flight isn't delayed like mine was."

I laughed. "Well it's a short flight from Denver, so it shouldn't be too bad."

"What day's your game?"

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"Tuesday," I said, realizing that was only two days away. How could time be flying so quickly? I couldn't believe I only had two days left until my first game, well technically it was a scrimmage, but still the media would be there ready to build me up or tear me down.

She clapped her hands together in glee.

"I don't leave for London until Wednesday morning! I'll be at the game sitting in the Kinsley and Becca fan section."

Liam shook his head, but he was wearing an easy smile. "Mom, maybe Kinsley doesn't want your English butt there. You are very rowdy at sporting events."

She eyed her son with an exaggerated expression of disbelief. "Nonsense! I was only kicked out of one for your matches, but 725/890

that referee clearly hadn’t updated his pre-scription contacts in years. You can't blame me."

Becca and I cracked up. "You can definitely come, if you'd like to. It's at 4:00 P.M.

over at the ULA stadium," I explained.

"Well, it's settled," she said, pushing back from her seat. "Now you guys finish up so we can go do something fun. If we stay around here, I'll just fall asleep. Jet lag is already catching up with me."

We did as we were told, shoveling the rest of our breakfast into our mouths and then loading up into Liam's car.

…

"So, you and Penn are back to normal?" I asked as soon as we'd left Liam's house after 726/890

dinner. We’d spent the day shopping around Malibu with Mrs. Wilder. I tried to keep a close watch on Penn and Becca the entire time, but I couldn’t tell how much they’d worked out the night before. They looked better, but she still seemed to have the upper hand. He'd sidle up behind her while she was looking at clothing and she'd twist out of his hands and flash him a devious wink. It seemed like they were playing a little cat and mouse game.

Becca rolled her eyes. "If by normal you mean completely dysfunctional, then yeah."

I laughed and reached to turn the music down.

"He begged me to go home with him after their game, so I followed in my own car and told him I'd stay for thirty minutes.

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Obviously, that didn't actually work out too well. He explained everything. Just as you had suggested, his bitch of an ex-girlfriend kissed him, which didn't excuse him entirely, but he swore he was over her. He finally sees her for what she is, and he made it perfectly clear to her that he had moved on."

"At least she wasn’t at the game on Saturday," I mentioned, remembering how confident and smug she'd looked as were leaving the event on Friday.

"Yeah, I listened to him leave a message for their team manager telling him that she was effectively banned from that section from now until forever."

I covered my laugh with my hand.

"Damn. He must be serious."

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She nodded but kept her attention on the road in front of her. "He asked me to be his girlfriend, to make it official, but I said I needed a bit more time."

That was surprising. I doubt Penn had many girls turn him down.

"He didn't seem too deterred by that today," I joked, recalling all of the attention he'd bathed her in.

She smirked. "I swear I'm not playing games with him. It's just that Friday night was terrible and I can't just forget about all of that within 24 hours. I think it'd do us both some good to slow down and make sure we really want this."

I narrowed my eyes in thought. "So you aren't sure if you want to be with him?"

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Her eyes slid over to me quickly. "Oh, I would cut off my right arm to be with him, but he doesn't need to know that."

"Becca! You little tease."

"Oh please! He deserves it. He needs to know what he has."

I laughed and pulled out my phone to check my messages as Becca turned the music back up.