I look to the stands, wishing my brother were here but knowing he’d be as thrilled as I am.

  But someone else who loves me is here. When I return to my hotel, my voice is nearly gone, but my energy is sky-high, especially since Jason’s waiting for me in the lobby bar.

  He didn’t come to the game. He said it would look to fans like he was rooting for me. I could understand that. A compromise here or there for our fans is a small sacrifice for being together.

  Here in the lobby bar, he holds out a glass of champagne.

  “Fuck you. I hate kitty litter,” Jason grumbles as I stride over to him. I take the champagne, set it down on the bar, and grab his face.

  Then I kiss the man I love.

  When I break the kiss, I whisper hoarsely against his lips, “You may hate kitty litter, but you’ll love fucking a Super Bowl winner.”

  In my hotel room, he shows me how much he loves it by bending me over the bed and taking me hard and fast. It’s intense and bone-rattling, and it borderline hurts as he drives into me, his hand on my shoulder blade, his mouth near my ear.

  “Made me so hot watching you run that ball,” he grunts.

  “Turned me on, winning a Super Bowl,” I rasp out in my fading voice.

  “It gets me so hard, fucking a Super Bowl winner.”

  “Winning one makes me wanna come on you,” I mutter.

  He obeys, pulling out and then flopping to his back. I climb onto him, sink down on his cock, and stroke myself till the pleasure consumes me. I finish my night by finishing on his chest.

  He follows me off the cliff with a dirty, satisfied groan.

  A little later, when we’re cleaned up and under the covers, he sighs contentedly. “Question for you. I’m already on kitty litter detail since, you know, the cat lives with me. So, how does this change anything?”

  “That’s a good question. I guess I’ll need to monitor you to make sure you do it every day,” I suggest, hoping Jason hears more in my offer.

  “And how would you do that exactly, Beck? I mean, you do sleep over a lot already, I suppose,” he deadpans.

  Enough crumbs. Time to be bold. “You could ask me to move in with you,” I suggest in my shredded voice.

  He flips to his side and props his head in his hand. “Move in with me,” he says with a smile.

  “So you can fuck a Super Bowl winner any time you want?”

  He laughs. “Yes, baby. I love fucking a Super Bowl winner, but next time, that Super Bowl winner is going to fuck me on our Alaskan king.”

  Our.

  That sounds very good to me.

  Another thing that sounds good is introducing Jason to my friends in Los Angeles. The next day, we go to breakfast at a café in Venice Beach where we meet Rachel.

  Is this a bad idea? She’s my friend, but she’s also an ex. I hope it won’t be weird, even though Jason knows she’s a part of my life.

  Rachel’s already here, and she pops up from the table, and rushes over to us. I’m expecting her to throw her arms around me, but she goes straight to Jason. Clasps his shoulders. Looks up at him since he’s a foot taller. “Thank you,” she says, earnestly.

  He furrows his brow, but then a second later the line is gone. Doesn’t take him long to get her meaning. “You don’t have to thank me,” he says.

  “You make my friend so happy,” she says softly. “And that means the world to me.”

  My throat tightens as he hugs her back. Wow. I really can pick ‘em. I have an amazing friend in Rachel, and an absolutely incredible boyfriend in Jason.

  The three of us sit and eat breakfast, and there’s nothing awkward at all about my guy meeting my ex-girlfriend.

  When we finish, Jason and I go to the beach, heading to a basketball court on the edge of the sand. My friend Drew is by his lonesome, dribbling a basketball. He gears up to shoot.

  “Hey! Want to see my ring?” I shout.

  The ball soars, hits the rim, and wobbles off. He turns to me, shoots me a you’re dead look then says, “Why did I make plans to see you?”

  “Because I’m your idol,” I deadpan.

  Drew shakes his head, points his thumb at me, then looks to Jason. “You might need to expand the door frame in your home now that he’s got a ring,” Drew says.

  “I can only imagine what it’ll be like when he actually has the damn thing to wear,” Jason says, then tips his chin Drew’s way. “Good to see you again, man.”

  They know each other, since it’s a small world and all. But it’s good to see Jason hanging with a buddy of mine. This was something I once imagined. Something I wanted. Now, I get to have it, and it’s fantastic.

  “You too. Wanna play?” Drew asks.

  “Always,” Jason says, and as the three of us play an impromptu pickup game, Drew tells us more about his life here in Los Angeles, and this past season playing for the Devil Sharks. “No clue what’s going to happen next season. Sort of feels like everything’s up in the air. But maybe I’ll meet some beautiful lady who’ll take my mind off my team woes.”

  “Sounds like a perfect solution to football woes,” I say drily, then shoot the ball.

  “You know what? It sure does,” he says as the ball sails through the net.

  The three of us hang out for a while longer, then I take off with my guy, walking toward the water, enjoying the day in the sun with the guy I chose.

  The guy who chose me too.

  As the waves crash, I reach for Jason’s hand, then give him a chaste kiss. Maybe people are looking, and maybe someone’s taking a picture, and maybe I don’t care.

  I’m making him happy, and that’s what I care about most.

  Epilogue

  Other Rings

  Jason

  * * *

  When the next season starts, my dad comes to my first home game, and we grab a bite to eat after our win. The week after, when I’m out of town playing in Chicago, Dad goes to Beck’s home game. They check out a new food truck to celebrate his win.

  The next day, once we’re all back in town, the three of us go out to lunch and take Snickerdoodle for a walk.

  But sometimes, we dog-sit Snickerdoodle when Dad is busy with his new woman. Dad didn’t slow down much at work—he loves what he does, so I backed off on that push. I couldn’t resist the chance to set him up, though, when Zena asked me if my dad was single. Her older sister is a baker around my dad’s age. Zena had a feeling they might be perfect together, especially since her sister had had no luck on the apps.

  Now, Dad is seeing Zena’s sister on the reg, and I can’t wait for Thanksgiving with the whole crew.

  Beck and I are back at it with Monday Morning Quarterback too. But this year, we have a new addition to the show, a segment at the end called “A House Divided.”

  We took Megan up on her offer to play into our romance and rivalry. During the segment, we take listener calls from any couple or family—even roommates—who live in a divided home with warring fandoms. Stars Wars versus Star Trek. Marvel versus DC. And, of course, Hawks versus Renegades.

  And we share our chore list with the listeners every week. I don’t think we pacify everyone, but we adopted the Cheyenne and Mitch model, and letting people in on our housework incentives to keep besting each other has helped some worried fans come around.

  We still have haters. Some fans still think we share team secrets, but I’ll never convince those people we don’t.

  You can’t please everyone. But that’s life. Falling in love with Beck helped me get over my old habit of trying to make the world happy.

  Now, I’m focused on making me happy, along with the man I love. He’s damn good to me—every now and then, when I volunteer at the Alliance, Beck comes with me to play table shuffleboard with the teens. We destroy him every time and beating him never gets old.

  I also like making my teammates happy. This year, I don’t have to do the heavy lifting to make that happen.

  Nadia did that for me when she fired Coach after the championship game last season. “Well, he didn’t get you to the Super Bowl, so he’s gone,” she told me over dinner one night with a twinkle in her eye that said she knew he was a douche.

  He hasn’t gotten a new job yet in the league.

  Boo-hoo.

  Our new coach is a good guy who doesn’t ream us for stupid shit. Coach Tierney is focused, intense, and funny.

  Turns out that humor goes a long way. Here’s hoping it helps the Hawks make it all the way to the Super Bowl this year.

  We have a damn good season, but I’ll leave it at that. I’d be in big trouble with Nate if I gave away all the dirty details of everything that happened in his life, on and off the field.

  But what goes down in the off-season is this:

  I take my boyfriend to Cabo for a long February vacation. One night while we’re on the deck of our bungalow, under the stars, overlooking the ocean, I get down on one knee.

  “Beck Cafferty, I love you more than football. Making you happy is the best part of my day, every single day. And I want to do it for the rest of my life. Will you be my husband?”

  Then the guy with the great eyes and the big heart gives me a grin that melts me. “I was going to ask you the same thing tomorrow. You beat me to it, Jason.”

  “And you beat me to a Super Bowl ring, so I guess we’re going to have to call it even,” I reply, then he kisses me, and I melt.

  My heart grows ten sizes, and it was already huge, thanks to him.

  I slide a platinum band on his finger, and he kisses the breath out of me. After hustling inside the bungalow, Beck quickly returns and puts a band on my ring finger.

  Then I kiss the man who’s still my rival but will forever be my husband.

  * * *

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  One night with no strings was supposed to be the plan.

  After barely escaping my last train wreck of a romance, I’ve got a new dating goal—play it cool.

  I stick to that strategy when I bump into a charming Brit I met once before. He’s newly out and eager for all the things he’s never done, so I make the helpful suggestion we jet off to the city of sin for the night, then say goodbye.

  But instead, thanks to a bet and some bourbon, we’re saying I do.

  And in the morning I’m asking myself what the hell have I done? But we’ll just undo the holy matrimony right this stinking second.

  Except, the pics of our nuptials are splashed all over the Internet–the pro football player eloped!

  Great, just great.

  Now, my agent says we need to stay Mister and Mister until the brouhaha blows over.

  Thirty days as fake husbands with the sexy, irresistible guy who’s determined to prove that he’s nothing like my ex?

  My bruised heart can handle that as long as I don’t fall for my husband.

  And I won't. When we split for real, he'll be an ocean away.

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  Nate…

  An hour later, I’m in the back of a town car, cruising down the neon Strip, making out with my sex date.

  Funny, how we’ve been planning to get naked since we made this date, but we’ve spent the whole day together clothed.

  Well, we were in public.

  Still, even with clothes on, even with the long delay, it’s been a ridiculously good day with Hunter.

  But now when we’re finally semi-alone, I’m not wasting a second. I kiss along his jaw, up to his ear, biting the lobe.

  He moans and slides his hands along my chest. I’m starving for more, so I return to his lush mouth and devour him again. I need as much of the man as I can get because I don’t know when or if I’ll see him again after tomorrow. I don’t even know when his flight takes off.

  You could see him in England.

  Nope.

  I tell that voice to shut up.

  Tonight is a one-time only deal. And I need a sure thing. Badly.

  Hell, I need to get the room stat.

  When we’re close to the hotel, I wrench away from him. That’s the only way I won’t touch him.

  What is wrong with me? I’m a ravenous beast when it comes to Hunter. I want to eat him alive.

  Is it because it’s been a while for me? That has to be it. I just need to get all this sex out of my system, after years of hardly any sex.

  The car comes to a stop in the portico and I smooth a hand down my shirt then through my hair, while he does the same, trying to settle down.

  “I really need to keep my hands off you till we get to the room.”

  “Shame,” he says.

  “Agree. But I don’t want any random fan to snap a shot of me and my very obvious hard-on.”

  “I’ll do my best to make sure your hard-on isn’t obvious till we get to the room.”

  Laughing, I say, “Thanks, Hunter. That’s big of you.”

  “I was going to say the same of you.”

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  Maddox…

  I try again, shaking a little harder. “Hey, sleeping beauty,” I whisper.

  Zane stirs, then stretches, inhaling a big breath of air. But he falls back asleep.

  I laugh. He’s a tough one to wake. Curling a hand more tightly around his shoulder, I rustle him harder. “Zane,” I whisper.

  He flinches and sits bolt upright. I jerk up too, and he grabs my shoulders. His eyes fly open, and his face is inches from mine. He blinks as if orienting himself but doesn’t let go of me.

  “I fell asleep,” he murmurs, stating the obvious.

  “Yeah, you did.”

  “You stayed with me.” He’s still sleepy, his voice gravelly and all sexy…and I am so fucked.

  “Of course I did,” I say.

  I figured out within a minute of meeting Zane that he was the kind of man I wanted to go home with, and that’s rare for me—to know that, to see that, and to desire that so quickly. In the last few days, I’ve seen a little of his heart, some of his need. The more I learn, the more I like, and the harder it becomes to fight my desires.

  Especially when he’s touching me.

  Slowly, Zane’s gaze drifts down to his hands, curled tight around my shoulders. I want him to grab me with those big hands. Then throw me down on the bed. Pin me under him. Take me.

  It’s fucking embarrassing how deep this desire tunnels into me, how far it claws through my chest. The last man I was with didn’t understand what I craved or why I craved it. Most men don’t know what to make of the sex I want, the intimacy I need. That’s why I hardly ever do hookups. I need to trust the guy I’m with, which rarely comes with a guy I meet on an app or for a one-night stand.

  But you were willing to have a one-night stand with Zane when you met him.

  “Thanks for waking me up,” he says.

  “Anytime,” I say, hoping this moment never ends. I hope he doesn’t stop holding my shoulders. Maybe he senses my need, since his grip on me strengthens like he can’t let go. He closes his eyes, wincing. When he opens them, his voice is a scrape on the night. “What’s that ocean smell?”

  I think I know, but I’ve got to make sure I understand his meaning. “The ocean’s not near here.”

  “You. On you. It’s been driving me fucking crazy.”

  A spark of hope races down my chest. “It’s my shampoo,” I say. It feels like sharing a secret with a lover.

  “I thought it was your aftershave,” he whispers, sounding relieved, as if he’s been hunting for the answer for ages.

  My mind is hazy with heat. “That’s Cedar Falls. The scent and the name of the aftershave. The shampoo is something like Ocean Breeze.” My heart beats in my throat, powered by wild lust that has me rambling about inconsequential details.

  Zane leans in like he’s coming for a kiss and, God help me, I won’t stop him if he does. But he veers to the right, his lips brushing ever so gently across the shell of my ear, making me groan.

  He runs his nose through my hair, inhaling deeply with a murmured mmm.

  I think I might be made of liquid everywhere but my dick. That’s an iron spike, and I moan, low and long and unstoppable.

  His mouth brushes against the top of my ear. “You on your hands and knees,” he mutters.