Rather than turn on the TV, I roll to face her. “That quiche you made yesterday, was insane. I don’t think it could be any better.”
She grins. “It was Hannah’s favorite, too.”
I reach forward, sliding a loose piece of her dark hair behind her ear, needing to touch her again.
“How’s your coach doing?”
I shake my head. “He’s being a thorn in everyone’s ass. He fell at home yesterday morning, and they said he’ll need a hip replacement, but supposedly, he’s trying to convince Camden and the powers to be that he can finish the year while in a wheelchair or on crutches.”
“Could he?”
I release a sigh. “Probably.”
“You don’t like him?”
“Dislike is a mild word for how I feel about him.”
“Why is that?”
“Because he’s a vengeful prick who clings to an outdated and archaic playbook, regardless of the risks it exposes us to.”
“What do you mean?”
“He hasn’t changed anything in thirty years. Our team is fast. Any other coach would use our strengths and have us running the ball as much or more than passing it, but Peters only knows how to coach a passing team, so that’s what we do. That’s what we are.”
“How does that put you at risk?”
“Every defense in our conference knows our plays as well as we do. They know Hudson’s going to be looking midway down the field to throw it. It makes us easy to guard and easier targets to hit.”
“And he doesn’t listen?”
I scoff. “He has control issues that rival dictators. As the captain, Hudson should be calling every play, and those plays should be drawn by Krueger, our offensive coordinator, but instead, Peters controls it all, and if someone dares to cross him, they get fired or benched, and in college sports, if you’re benched, that’s the end of the road.”
Anger pulses in her gaze. “Why does the university let him do this?”
“Before it was because it didn’t matter. Camden was known for science and medicine. Now, it’s because we have a winning record and it’s easy for him to take the credit.”
“There’s nothing you guys can do? Talk to someone? Go to the press?”
“We were hoping his injury might have him considering an early retirement or at least give us the rest of this season, but it sounds like he’s going to fuck that over as well.”
“That really sucks.”
I nod. “We’re operating under the realization he’ll be back while also planning for what things would—could—look like if he has to be out.”
“What’s your major?”
I roll closer, snaking my hand under the covers, and find purchase on her waist, noting the way her eyes warm. “Tonight, it’s impressing you.” I lean in and kiss her neck as she laughs.
“That was the cheesiest line I’ve ever heard.”
I nod, rolling to my knees and lifting her shirt to expose her breasts. I trace my hands over each breast. Hadley tips her chin higher, swallowing what I know is a moan. I dip my head, pulling one nipple between my lips, and her hum of approval has me feeling like a fucking king. I roll the peaked flesh over my tongue while twisting and pinching her opposite nipple.
Hadley breathes out a curse as she digs her fingers into my hair, holding me against her. I change the pace with my tongue and reach down, swiping a finger between her legs, finding her warm and wet. She moans, her legs falling loose.
I give her nipple a final lick and reach for a second condom before flipping her to her stomach and thrusting inside of her.
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