Play Me (6 page)

“Uh … a cookies and cream javalanche.”

She nods and turns to start making my drink. Nonchalantly, I lean against the counter and give them a sideways glance. He slides a cookie toward her and she drops her head and smiles.

Oh, hell no.
If anybody is going to get her to open up it’s fucking going to be this guy. Grabbing my crutches, I wobble over toward their table. Before they can say anything I slide the chair out and take a seat.

Roxy is giving me a
go to hell
look when I glace over at her. “Good mornin’,” I say.

“Did I just black out because I don’t remember inviting you over to this table.”

Eyeing the cookie, I snatch it. “Hope you weren’t going to eat this,” I say, before taking a huge bite.

If this were a cartoon, smoke would be coming from Roxy’s ears. I give her a huge smile. “My leg isn’t any better … thanks for asking.”

Shifting in her seat, her eyes dart toward Blake. He smiles and winks. “Hey, Blake. I didn’t see you over there.” I take another bite.

Roxy snorts, leans back and crosses her arms over her chest which pushes up her tits. Very impressive.

Roxy and I are having a staring showdown when I feel a tap on my shoulder. Freshman is standing behind me holding my drink. Shit, I walked off.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” I say, grabbing my drink. I reach for my wallet but she waves me off.

“It’s on the house.” She tilts her head to the side and bites her lower lip before she juts her hand out and hands me her number. “See you around.”

My gaze flickers to the numbers scribbled on the back of the coffee cover. “You can count on it.”

A giggle and then she’s gone.

When I glance back at the table, Roxy and Blake are both staring at me. Roxy’s cheeks are blood red. “Where were we?” I ask.

“You were just leaving,” Roxy says, giving me a sarcastic smile.

Stroking my chin, I try to keep my smile at bay. “We were going to talk about my rehab strategy.”

Roxy leans on the table and narrows her green eyes at me. “No, we weren’t. We can talk about it at rehab today. Don’t you have something to do?”

“Sadly, no. I’m kind of handicapped right now if you haven’t noticed. But I’m pretty sure you have since you have to spend every day with me.”

“Don’t remind me,” she mumbles. Her phones rings and she digs it out of her pocket. “I’ve got to take this.” She glances at Blake and smiles. “Be right back.”

“
Tómate tu tiempo, chica
,” Blake says. Roxy gives him a small smile and disappears around the corner of the café.

I snort and take a drink from my coffee. Spanish.
Who does he think he is? Ricky Fucking Martin?
“Something funny, Weston?”

Sliding my drink back onto the table, I lean back on my chair and cross my hands across my stomach. “Nothing at all,
hermano
,” I say.

Blake runs his hand over his head and moves his chair closer to our table, causing the chair legs to grind against the tile. “You got a problem with me, Weston? Because if you do say it now.”

Holding my palms out in front of me I give him a one shoulder shrug. “Why would I have a problem?”

Blake narrows his gaze. “Don’t play stupid with me. I know you’re trying to cock block me. For someone who doesn’t want Roxy’s
un bombón
you sure are around a lot.”

Sitting up, I lean closer. “I’m not trying to get Roxy’s ass, Blake. And I’m not interested in her at all. You’re imagining things.”

“Really?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “Then why are you here?”

I shrug. “Just having a friendly conversation with my amigos.”

Roxy’s chair breaks our stare down. She has a worried look on her face as she glances back and forth between the two of us. “Everything okay?” she asks.

“Never better,” I say.

Blake turns toward her. “I have to get going. I have a class in a few minutes. Can I get your number? This was fun.”

Automatically my hand clenches around my crutches that are leaning up against the table beside me. Roxy’s face turns blood red but she nods. “Sure. Give me your phone.”

Sure? Is she serious? Ricky Martin over here? Really?
She’s into that? A heavy pressure swarms my chest but I push it down. It doesn’t fucking matter. I’m so not into her. She’s a lunatic. Blake digs his phone from his pocket and slides it to her. I watch in horror as they exchange numbers.
She’s really into this guy?
Whatever.

Blake slides his phone back into his pocket and stands up. “It was fun. I’ll give you a call later.” His gaze drags toward mine. “See you at practice, Weston.”

Then he just leaves.

Fucking bastard.

***

Roxy is in the training room when I walk in. She’s bending over to tie her shoe. A thin black strap of her underwear peeking out from over her shorts. My dick moves in my shorts.
Damn
. Knocking my crutch against the door, she shoots up to a standing position. Her dark brown hair is pulled up on top of her head.

She watches me through narrowed eyes as I walk to the table and take a seat. “I’m ready to be fondled doctor.”

She points in front of her. “Stand up. We’re stretching today.”

She’s mad. She won’t even look me in the eyes. Sliding off the table, I take a small step to stand in front of her. My thigh throbs but I bite my lip to keep from screaming. “Hands up,” she says, stretching her hands above her head. A slither of skin shows between her pants and shirt. Mocking her, I bend over and touch my toes. The weight I put on my leg burns.

“Up.”

I follow her like this for ten minutes. We go up and down then over to the side. I watch her body bend so easily. “So … you and Blake.”

With her hands above her head she narrows her eyes at me. “What about it?” she snaps.

I hold back my smile. “Nothing. Just didn’t peg you as someone that easy.”

“What’s that supposed to mean,” she asks, slamming her fists down on her hips. “I’m not easy. We just exchanged numbers, not bodily fluids. Not that it’s your business either way, Sunshine.”

Pressing my lips together, I take a step toward her. Pain shoots up my leg. Then I take another one. Roxy’s back is against the counter as she watches me closely. “First the number, then the date …” Carefully, I place my hands on each side of her body. She smells like flowers. The scent goes straight to my dick and makes camp. “Then the kiss,” I whisper, my lips skimming the length of her shoulder. She’s still in front of me, her breath increasing. “Then the fuck, where you’d scream his name.” Roxy’s mouth presses together tightly and her chest begins to move rapidly.

“What are you doin’?” she whispers.

Smiling, I grab the water on the counter that’s sitting behind her. “Getting my water,” I say, taking a cautious step backwards. I watch her as I take the bottle in my mouth and guzzle it down.

Both hands curl into fists at her sides. “I think we’re done for today.”

I raise an eyebrow. “You’re the professional. If you think we’ve done enough stretching.” We’ve only been here for fifteen minutes. We both know we’re not nearly ready to call it a day.

“Get on the table.”
“Oh, I like when you talk dirty, stalker,” I say, winking before wobbling back to the table.

She groans and then reaches inside of her pocket to get her ringing cellphone. “Hello. No, I said six not four! It’s six every day. Can you just please wait until I get home? Just a little while longer. Thanks. Bye.” She shoves her phone back into her pocket.

Who the hell is nagging her like that?
It’s not Blake because his stupid ass is at practice where I need to be. “Boyfriend?” I ask.

“What?” she asks, turning to look at me.

“On the phone?”

She shakes her head. “No.” And that’s all I get. I can’t really blame her, though.

She twitches over to me and stands between my legs. One hand reaches out and pushes down on my upper thigh. A brown piece of hair falls from the top of her head and she tries to blow it back up.

Pressing harder into my thigh, she begins to make slow circles. “Fuck,” I groan out and tighten my hands around the edge of the table.

“That feel good?” she asks.
God, I never thought anything she could say would be that fucking sexy
. Maybe it’s the way those perfect DSL’s are so pouty, and coated with pink gloss.

Lifting my eyes to meet her green ones, I nod. “It feels fuckin’ great, sweetheart.” Reaching over, I tuck the fallen piece of hair behind her ear. Trailing my fingertip down her jaw I stop at her lips. She has that doe in the headlight look. My eyes drop to her lips, and I have no idea why but I want to fuck her mouth with mine. I never kiss on the lips.
Never.
And I want to devour her mouth. Why? I have no fucking idea but it’s taking over me. The urge to slide my tongue into her pretty pink mouth and fuck it up in every way possible.

What the hell …

Leaning closer to her, I hover my mouth an inch from hers. She isn’t massaging my leg anymore; she’s gripping it tightly in her small hand. The movement doesn’t go unnoticed.
God, I’m so fucking hard
. Leaning even closer, she takes a step backwards. She’s shaking her head like she is snapping out of a daze.

“I –I have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Then she turns around, grabs her things and bolts like I told her I had Aids.

I stare at the empty doorway.
Did she just bail on me?

“What the fuck,” I say to no one.

***

Dom is sitting on the couch reading a text book when I wobble in. “Hey, crimple. How was rehab?”

God don’t get me started.
“You don’t want to know,” I say before slipping off my shoes and flopping onto our old love seat. “This fuckin’ sucks massive balls.”

Dom laughs and closes his book. “Coach has made the freshman fucker that tackled you run drills every day.”

“Good. That’s what the bastard needs,” I say into my pillow.

Dom laughs and shuts his book. “I’m heading uptown soon. You need anything, bro?”

I shake my head into the pillow and listen while he gathers his things. “What do you know about Blake?”

The sound of Dom shuffling through some papers stops. “Not much. Why?”

I glance over my shoulder at Dom and shrug. “Just curious. I don’t think I like the bastard.”

Dom laughs and pulls his dreads out of his ponytail, letting them fall around his shoulder. “Because of Roxy?”

I scoff. “No, that girl drives me fucking looney tunes. I swear I want to strangle her one minute and fuck her the next.”

Dom raises his eyebrow. “But you’re not interested?”

“Hell no.”

“Then why the curiosity?”

“Damn, can’t a guy just be curious about his teammate? Shit.”

Dom presses his lips together and walks toward the door. “Sure, Sunshine. If you say so.”

Turning over, I place my leg on top of a pillow and flip Dom off. “Dude, I’m not interested. Just curious.”

He puts his hands out in surrender. “Okay. Whatever you say.” He reaches for the door right as someone knocks.

Rebecca is leaning against the doorjamb when Dom opens the door, a sultry smile on her face. The low-cut shirt she’s wearing shows me everything I’m about to get. “Hey, Dom,” she says.

He gives her a small smile and turns back to look at me.

“Definitely just curious,” I say before gesturing for Rebecca to come in. Dom laughs as he shuts the door behind him.

Chapter Six

Roxy

“I’ve got him, Roxy. You two go have some fun,” Martha, Erica’s Mom says. She’s the sweetest woman I’ve ever met. I swear she’d adopt Maddox if I’d let her. She’s the closest thing I have to a mother, since mine kicked me out as soon as I told her I was pregnant. She runs her hand over his black hair and tugs him close to her hip. “We’ll be here tomorrow ready for you.”

Smiling, I give Martha a wave. “Thanks so much, Martha. Bye, baby. You have fun with Mrs. Martha.”

Maddox steps forward and wraps me in a hug. “I will. Martha is going to let me watch the game.”

I smile up at Martha and she winks at me. “Shoo, shoo. You two get out of here.”

Martha guides Maddox inside and shuts the door behind her. I watch the door for a second after it’s closed. Erica loops her arm through mine and tugs me off of her mother’s front steps. She doesn’t give me time to let the guilt sink in.

It’s ten at night but Erica makes it impossible to make a run for it. It’s not that I don’t like to party, I do, but I always feel guilty leaving Maddox with Martha. He loves her, but
I’m
his mother.

“Stop thinkin’ about it, Roxy,” Erica says, opening the passenger seat door for me.

“I’m not cripple, Erica. I can get my own door.” I slide into her car and shut the door. The skirt of my dress skids upward, exposing my lacey pantyhose that Erica insisted I wear. Tugging down the hem, I hear Erica laugh from beside me.

“You look fuckin’ hot, stop worrying about it.”

I’m not just worrying I’m freaking the hell out. Blake text me last night and asked if I wanted to go to the party tonight with him. Now he’s waiting on me. “I haven’t been out with a guy … since Ryan. And we all know how that ended.”

Erica frowns. “Well, it’s about time you just go and let loose. Kiss him. Dance with him. And no rage this time, okay?”

“Rage?” I turn toward her. “What the hell are you talkin’ about?”

Erica gives me a long sideways glance. Her glittery earrings swinging when she tilts her head. She looks like a shimmery fairy. It’s adorable. “Well, you went off and got completely drunk. Then you went and caused a scene with
Weston
.”

I groan. “Stop saying his name like that.”

Erica raises an eyebrow. “Like what?”

Pulling out my lip gloss, I pull down the passenger side mirror. “Like you’re going to orgasm just from saying it.”

“I may,” she laughs. “Have you seen him? Or do you turn off your sight when you’re around him?”

Do I see him? How in the hell could I not see him. He’s gorgeously annoying. That ridiculously hot guy in the mall that you can’t help but stare at and blush when he sees you fawning over him. It’s so infuriatingly destructive. “I’m definitely not blind around him.” I pucker my lips and shut the visor. Turning to look at her, I press my lips together. “We almost kissed the other day.”