“He better not.” I grin back at her. “He’ll be needing his tongue later for…things.”

  “Icon,” Sarah says, shaking her head. “You are an icon, and I want to be you when I grow up.”

  I chuckle, tugging down the hateful dress again. “You guys are good for the soul. Are you sure you don’t want to come with Soph and me? Open invitation to party with football players.”

  “Ew, no.” Caitlin scrunches up her nose. “Hanging out with Ty and Oliver on a regular basis is more than enough athlete for me. Besides, Jack and I are having a movie night at his house. You know how he is about regular twin time.”

  I smile, because Caitlin and Jack’s relationship has always been something special, and then turn to Emmy, Maya, and Sarah. “Any takers?”

  “I wish,” Sarah says with a sigh. “I have an anatomy test to study for. Med school is really fucking with my vibe.”

  “I have to finish drafting a brief.” Emmy grabs her shoes and starts to tug them on. “I got caught up reading Aunt Hannah’s new book and couldn’t put it down.” Her, Caitlin, and Sarah’s aunt, Hannah Evans, is a famous romance writer.

  Caitlin narrows her eyes at Emmy. “You didn’t finish the brief yet?”

  Emmy waives her away. “You know I do my best writing when I’m under pressure. I’ll get it done.”

  Caitlin, who is allergic to procrastination and has the unfortunate luck of working with Emmy, who thrives on it, rolls her eyes, and I’m one hundred percent sure she’s going to be at Emmy’s house tonight micromanaging her to within an inch of her life.

  Maya shakes her head. “I have a date. Late drinks in Shadyside.”

  “Is this the architect or the journalist?” Sophie asks.

  “Neither,” Maya says. “The architect sent a dick pic, so he was an immediate block. The journalist, it turns out, was married, which I found out in the most delightful way possible when his wife started answering his messages on the dating app. This one is a pediatrician who runs marathons. He seems promising, so he most likely keeps his toenail clippings in a mason jar in his closet or is one of those guys who thinks Hillary lost because The country just wasn’t ready for a female president.” She rolls her eyes and drops back down to the bed, looking up at me. “I’ll be needing every detail of your night tonight because it’s dark out there.”

  “You’ll have them.” I lay a hand on her shoulder because her tone is flippant, but I can hear the frustration under it. “Assuming I don’t freak out and run.”

  “No way in hell.” Sophie links her arm though mine. “I’m your ride or die, Mads. I would never let that happen. We are getting you laid, come hell or high water.”

  “Hear, hear!” Maya says, lifting her Coke can.

  I laugh. “Only the bestest of friends would cheer for your impending night of dirty, dirty sex.”

  “Bet your ass,” Sarah says with a grin, linking her arm through mine on the other side.

  “Best friends forever.” Emmy twirls my hair so the waves fall perfectly and gives me a discerning look before smiling and nodding. “Perfection.”

  “Always,” Caitlin says.

  Their confidence gives me a boost, and I feel a little frisson of excitement, an image of Cam flashing through my brain and making my stomach swoop as I finish getting ready for whatever the night has in store.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CAM

  “Dude, are you even listening to me?”

  “What?” I turn from my perusal of the room to Drew, who is looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

  The club is dark and loud, the LED moving headlights roving and flashing and giving the whole place an end of the world, futuristic kind of vibe. I’m sitting on a couch in a section of the VIP level, half the team milling around, some of them talking amongst themselves, and some of them with scantily clad, heavily made-up girls sitting on their laps and hanging off their arms and shoulders. The tables are littered with glasses and bottles of top-shelf alcohol, and every few minutes, someone comes over to talk to me about my touchdown.

  I barely hear any of it.

  Including, apparently, my best friend, and whatever it is he’s been trying to say.

  “What’s with you?” he asks, taking the last sip of his beer and setting the empty bottle on the table. “You’re somewhere else.”

  He’s not wrong. I’m sitting right here, but my mind is definitely somewhere else, focused almost entirely on the whereabouts of a certain gorgeous redhead. The girl who said she was coming tonight but is, as of yet, nowhere to be found. My hands itch to touch her. I’m practically vibrating with the need to see her as if it’s been weeks, instead of hours, since I last laid eyes on her.

  “It’s nothing,” I mumble, casting another glance over the railing at the crowd below.

  “Oh, holy shit,” Drew says with a grin. “You’re looking for her. That’s why you can’t focus on my very important question about whether I can take Ethan go-karting for his birthday. Because she’s not here yet, and you’re worried she’s not coming.”

  “Fuck.” I blow out a breath, scrubbing my hands over my face. I need to get my shit together. I’m a thirty-four-year-old man, for fuck’s sake. Not a goddamn teenager. “Go-karting is a great idea. He’ll lose his shit.”

  “I know. Now let’s talk about the other thing. You like her.”

  I let out a short laugh because like is the most elementary word I’ve ever heard to describe my feelings for Maddy Wright. “Yeah, Drew, I like her.”

  He studies me, his eyebrows drawing in. “You more than like her.”

  I’m fucking in love with her, but no one gets to hear that before she does. I glance over the railing again, my fingers drumming out an impatient beat on my thigh. “Something like that.”

  A server passes by and drops a tray full of beers on the table. Drew hands one to me before grabbing one for himself and taking a long sip. “This is different. This is really, really different. I haven’t seen you like this since…” He trails off, like he’s not sure if he should finish the sentence.

  “Since Lainey,” I finish for him.

  “Yeah,” he says, letting out a heavy breath. “Since Lainey.”

  Drew and I were roommates freshman year of college in the athletic dorms and were fast friends. He was there the day I met Lainey—saw how hard and fast I fell. And he was there the day she died, practically moving into my house to help take care of Riley and Ethan when I was drowning.

  Hell, he took care of me, too.

  He held me while I cried. He told me over and over again that I would be enough for my kids when I was sure that could never be true. He picked up the pieces of my shattered heart and held my family together until I was strong enough to do it myself. He’s my brother in all the ways that matter. If I can give anyone my truth, it’s him.

  “I haven’t felt this way since Lainey,” I say, as quietly as the ear-splitting music allows. “I didn’t think I could feel this way again. I mean, it’s been ten years and it hasn’t happened, so I figured that part of my life was over.”

  “But…” he says, waiting for me to continue.

  I shrug. “I think it hasn’t happened because I was waiting for her. I didn’t know I could feel this way again. I never thought I would. But then I met a girl in a bar, and she made me want things it hadn’t occurred to me to want in more than a decade. And I think…” I trail off, swallowing against the hard ball of emotion lodging in my throat. “I think maybe Lainey would be okay with it, you know? I think she would laugh at the crazy way I met Maddy and how I ran into her the morning after at work and everything that happened since. Is that weird?”

  Drew shakes his head. “It isn’t. It’s not weird at all. Lainey was the best of the best, and she would want you to be happy. She would want you to find someone who makes you feel and makes you think and is good to your kids. Someone who can give you the future she can’t.”

  I take a deep breath and say the other thing that’s been rattling around in my head for the last couple of weeks. “She makes me think past football. Like maybe retiring doesn’t have to be so daunting because there could be something waiting for me on the other side.”

  “Woah, woah, woah, there, let’s not be throwing around the R-word.” Drew holds up his hands with a look of so much horror, I can’t help but laugh. “No one is retiring, so get that the fuck out of your head. But seriously, I’m happy for you. I want this for you. Are you going to, like, go public or whatever?”

  I shake my head. “That’s her call. It’s complicated because of her position and her relationship to Brian, and because being a woman in professional sports is fucking hard. I want to go at her pace. I know we’ll figure it out. I’m in it for the long haul, and I want to do it right. I don’t want to miss a single step.”

  Drew lets out a low whistle. “Fuck, Cam, that is some high level adulting.”

  “Fuck off,” I say with a laugh. “I’m thirty-four years old, and I have two kids. I’m a whole ass adult. You would be too, by the way, if you would act your age and find someone to get serious with instead of…whatever it is you’re doing.”

  He flashes me a grin. “But why would I find one person to get serious with when there are so many people I can be…not serious with?”

  I roll my eyes because one day the playboy thing will get old for him and he’s going to slam face first into the love of his life. I kind of can’t wait.

  “What are we talking about over here?” Tyler bounds over, a beer in each hand, and throws himself down on the couch next to me. “Looks like way too much serious talk for a night out with the guys.”

  “The guys?” I cast a meaningful look at the two girls in tiny skirts and barely-there tank tops who followed Tyler over here and are currently standing next to him, just waiting for him to notice them. He turns and flashes them a grin and a wink. “Sorry ladies, but I’m just here to hang with my boys tonight.

  “Too many girls,” he grumbles, turning back to us.

  “Because you’re so damn pretty.” Drew reaches over and ruffles Tyler’s hair.

  “Fuck off,” Tyler says, shoving his hand away. “So, what were you talking about?”

  I shoot Drew a look because even though she hasn’t said as much, I know Tyler’s relationship to Maddy and the rest of her family, Brian included, puts him directly on Maddy’s does not need to know list.

  “I was telling Cam again how amazing his touchdown was. He ego needs to be fed at least once every fifteen minutes or he turns into a pumpkin.”

  “It was a thing of beauty.” Tyler nods seriously. “The most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. I’m glad I was there to witness it because people are going to be talking about it for years.”

  I roll my eyes, taking a sip of my beer. “Come on. I’m not the first center to ever score a touchdown. It’s not that big of a deal.”

  “In fact…” Tyler sets down his beers and turns his full attention to me. “Of the seventy or so thousand touchdowns that have been made in NFL history, only about two hundred sixty of them have been scored by an offensive lineman, which makes what you did a huge-ass deal… What?” Tyler asks when he sees both Drew and me staring at him. “I’m a stats nerd.”

  “Since when?” Drew and I both say together.

  Tyler rolls his eyes. “Since always. Did you really think I was just a pretty face with mad, mad football skills?”

  “I mean…kind of,” Drew says.

  “Definitely not.” My tone is unconvincing.

  Tyler blows a raspberry. “I have a photographic memory, my dudes. I know more football stats than every announcer on every network combined.” Tyler’s gaze shifts past me and his whole face lights up. “Hey! There you guys are! Get the fuck over here!”

  I turn to see who he’s talking to, and in a split second, every single thought empties from my brain. My stomach swoops and my palms sweat, and the music fades to background noise as my eyes fix on the woman who’s invaded every waking thought I have and most of my dreams, too.

  Maddy is wearing a deep purple dress that leaves her shoulders bare, and her skin shimmers under the roving lights of the club. The dress stops well above mid-thigh and is tight enough to hug every single curve of her body. The silver heels she’s wearing make her legs look miles long. Her hair flows in waves down her back, and her eyes glow with whatever makeup magic she conjured, the bold green alight with fun as she laughs at something Sophie says.

  There are hundreds of people in this room, but she’s the only one I see.

  I hope she sees me, too.

  Look at me, baby.

  As if she heard my involuntary thought, she looks over, her gaze instantly finding mine. Her grin turns just a little wicked and her eyes rake over me, traveling down my body and back up again. When our eyes meet again, hers flash with heat and unspoken words I hear loud and clear.

  Game fucking on.

  Maddy tosses me a surreptitious wink, and heat arrows up my spine. I have the sudden, desperate urge to get her alone. To be somewhere all these people aren’t so I can get my hands on every inch of her body. So I can map her curves with my tongue and my teeth and my fingers and remind us both what it’s like when it’s just me and her and a long night stretching ahead of us where we give in to everything we’ve been wanting.

  God, I think I might just die from the wanting.

  But it’s also exhilarating to want this way. To feel my blood swim with anticipation as she walks up to the couch we’re sitting on. How her scent wraps around me when she’s still ten feet away, making my cock jerk behind my zipper. How I can read every emotion on her face, all of them telling me that she wants exactly what I do.

  She’s ready.

  And goddamn, so am I.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  MADDY

  “It’s time to get our dance on!” Sophie pops up from the couch, grinning at us as she bounces in her sparkly gold heels.

  “No,” I whine. “I’m here, Soph. Isn’t that enough?”

  “We appreciate your attendance, Maddy baby, but we’re in a club, and when we’re in a club, we fucking dance.”

  “Fuck yeah, we do!” Tyler stands from the couch, too, tossing an arm around Sophie’s shoulders. It may be dark in the club, but I see her cheeks heat, her head turning slightly to give Tyler a look that’s a few notches up from friendly as he leads her down the stairs to the dance floor, followed by a bunch of Renegades players.

  “Come on, Maddy baby,” Cam murmurs, his rough voice scraping over my skin. Drew went down to the bar with all the other receivers, and since almost everyone else followed Sophie and Tyler, it’s just us left on the couch, sitting side-by-side in the semi-darkness of the mostly empty VIP section, a heady sort of tension crackling between us.

  My heart pounds in my chest, and Cam looks at me like he wants to eat me alive. I have to resist the urge to throw myself at him because, same. We may have kissed a bunch and fooled around a little since Halloween night, but it’s been a strictly clothes-on situation. I’m ready for the clothes to come all the way off. To erase every damn barrier between us. I know Cam feels the same because he shifts slightly to the right, closing all the remaining space separating us, so his body is pressed up against the side of mine. “Let’s get our dance on.”

  Because of our proximity, when I turn my head, we’re barely inches apart, his warm breath fluttering over my face. Every instinct I have screams at me to close the distance and press my lips to his. God, I want him so fucking badly my entire body practically vibrates. “You dance?” My voice is a little breathless, and I see victory light his eyes, like it gives him a thrill to know that being here together like this is affecting me as much as it’s affecting him.

  It so is.

  We’re just a couple of horny bitches, trying to keep from devouring each other in public for reasons I know are really important, but for the life of me, I can’t currently remember why.

  “I definitely don’t.” With a slight move of his hand, he grazes a finger over my bare knee and grins when I suck in a quiet breath. He grins even harder when my eyes stay on his. When I don’t look around to confirm we aren’t being watched. To make sure we’re not discovered. “But I think I would really like to dance with you. I’m dying to remind us both what it feels like when your body is pressed up against mine. To have my hands all over every damn inch of you. It’s been so, so long, Wildcat, and I’m losing my goddamn mind.”

  Oh, holy hell.

  “I don’t think that’s a very good idea,” I manage, my voice catching when his finger glides from my knee around to the inside of my thigh. “It’s kind of…public.” I gasp when he slides his finger just a little higher, drawing maddening circles so close to where I’m dying for him. This time I do glance around, pulling my gaze from his as much to try to get my shit together as to make sure we’re still alone.

  Cam hooks a finger under my chin, turning me back to him. “It’s dark and crowded and half my team is down there, drunk and rowdy, pulling all the attention their way. Trust me?” He strokes my jaw with his thumb, and for some reason, this feels like the most important question he’s ever asked.

  I study him for a long moment before I realize that yeah, I really, really do. I don’t know what that means, exactly, or what we’re going to do, but for the moment, this seems like enough. “I do.”

  His face lights up and he pushes to stand, holding his hand out to me. “So…dance?”

  I wrinkle my nose. “I should warn you that I’m very, very bad at it. I’m more of a sing Celine ballads into my hairbrush and dance alone in my bedroom in my underwear and a T-shirt kind of girl. Also, it’s entirely possible that I flash this entire club if I try to move because this dress was not made to contain an ass like mine.”

  “By an ass like yours, you mean the most perfect ass in existence that no one will ever see but me?”