More Than A Game (The Kings of Kroydon Hills Book 2) by Bella Matthews (the best electronic book reader .TXT) 📗

empty margarita glasses and three empty shot glasses. The smell of tequila and lime lingers in the air. The girls are so busy laughing, they don’t notice us until Brady clears his throat.

Nattie launches herself at him from the floor. Lucky for her, he’s got great reflexes. She squeals, wrapping her arms and legs around him. “Behold the conquering heroes!”

“Sweetheart, how much have you guys had to drink?” Brady asks lovingly as he holds her by her ass.

Nat laughs like that’s the funniest thing Brady ever said. “We got bored waiting for you to come home. That game was amazing. God, I love watching you dominate that field.” She whispers something else in his ear, and Brady starts walking away with Nat attached to him like a fucking koala bear.

When he gets to the bottom of the stairs, Brady looks back. “Don’t wait for us. We’ll meet you at the party later.” He takes the steps two at a time and disappears down the hall.

Chloe leans back against the couch and tilts her head back to me. “I don’t know that I’ll ever get totally used to seeing that and knowing what my brother and best friend are doing.” She closes her eyes. “Can you even imagine if Cooper were living here?”

“Nope. Coop would have lost his fucking shit by now.” Bash hefts his bag higher on his shoulder.

Sabrina gets up and crosses the room. She’s wearing a tight black Kroydon Crusaders t-shirt and even tighter blue jeans, hugging her curves. It would be a plain look on anyone else, but on Sabrina, it looks fucking fantastic.

She high fives Bash with a look of excitement on her face. “Great game.” When she turns to me, the look changes to something else. “Murphy, you were on fire. That sack you had in the second quarter was awesome. I didn’t think the quarterback was getting up.” A pretty flush tints her cheeks before she turns to start cleaning up.

“Thank you,” is barely a whisper on my lips as I watch her and Chloe cleaning up the mess in the family room. Something about having Sabrina sing my praises is making me a little self-conscious when I usually love it. I’m a ham, I eat this shit up. Bash calls me a peacock, happy to prance around, showing off. He said it all four years of high school.

What is it about Sabrina Cabot that throws me off my game?

Glancing back at her bent over the coffee table with her heart-shaped ass on full display in those jeans, I feel my cock jump.

Bash snaps his fingers in my face. “Earth to Murphy.”

I shove him away. “Shut up, man.”

He’s fucking laughing at me now as he looks from me to Sabrina, before a slow smile spreads across his face and a fucked-up light bulb goes off in his mind.

“Oh, this is gonna be fun.” I hate when this fucker gets all introspective. As he starts to head to the stairs he asks, “Listen, I’m gonna go get changed. You coming to the party?”

I loosen the tie that Coach insists we wear to and from all games. “Of course, I’m coming to the party. I need to get out of this monkey suit and take about a million ibuprofen first. Then I want to drink away the ache that’s setting in.”

Bash nods and heads to his room to get changed.

I make my way into the kitchen in search of some pain reliever and a bottle of water. The smell of pepperoni pizza has my stomach growling. Guess the girls ordered out for dinner. Moving the leftovers around in the fridge, I grab a bottle of water and start to look for the pain pills.

My body always hurts like hell after a game, but tonight is worse than usual because the game was more vicious than the last few have been. I feel like I should have soaked in an ice bath for hours.

Leaning against the counter, I swallow the pills and down my water as Sabrina comes into the kitchen.

She balances all three glasses and all three shot glasses in her hands with the bottle of tequila under her arm. Placing the glasses in the sink and the bottle back in the freezer, Brina hops up to sit on the counter next to me. “You sore, Murph?” She surprises me by running her fingers through my hair then delicately squeezing my shoulders right where they meet my neck.

Tequila might not make her clothes fall off, but it makes her bold in a way I haven’t seen from her before. “Yeah, Princess. I’m sore as shit.”

“My neck always used to be tight after a big soccer game. It’s where I held all my stress.” She’s gently massaging my shoulders as if she’s scared to hurt me when in reality, she’s fucking turning me on.

I can feel those firm tits pressing against my back and wonder what they’d feel like in my hands . . . my mouth. Shit, she’s still talking.

“I’d try soaking in the tub or rolling on a foam roller that’s supposed to act as a deep tissue massage, but it never felt as good as when the trainer would massage my muscles.”

“God, that feels good,” I groan. “Right there.”

She’s still rubbing, only now she’s deepening the pressure. I’ve moved my body to give her better access. Standing between her spread legs with my back to her and my head hanging loosely, while she’s still sitting on the counter, I can feel the heat coming off her body. I’m not sure if this moment is meant to be sexual, but the feel of this girl’s hands on me might actually feel better than sex.

Who the fuck am I kidding? Sex with Sabrina would be fucking insane. Something tells me this girl would light the fuck up for me.

I’d be her favorite way to relax. Only problem is Sabrina wouldn’t be okay with a one-night stand. She’d want more, and I don’t know if I can do that or if