Page 1 of Man to Man Coverage (Rangers Football: Hard-Hitting #6)

“ I say we invite that one and that one and, of course, the redhead over there back to our hotel.”

Rex shakes his head. “Coach will have our ass if he finds out we brought a bunch of strippers home with us.”

“Dancers—” Jepson flashes a brunette his Sunday school smile “—and the coach isn’t invited.”

“Dancers, whatever,” Rex rolls his eyes.

“Which one do you like, Jaxson?”

Jaxson shrugs and tosses back what’s left of his beer. “I don’t care.”

“Sure you do. You want the redhead, don’t you?” Jepson taunts. “He always goes for the redhead.”

Jaxson rolls his eyes. “Actually, I was digging the blonde.”

“I already called dibs on the blonde,” Jepson smirks, his eye contact hard across the table at his brother.

“Of course you did,” Jaxson mutters.

The blonde in question comes up and flashes the table a big smile. “Anyone looking for a lap dance?”

“Actually, honey, we were hoping for something a bit more intimate,” Jepson leans forward.

She tsks and throws him a placating smile. “I’m sure you are, but this is not that kind of establishment.”

“I’m sure for the right price it could be any kind of establishment we want.”

“Where are you boys from?”

“Spring City, Colorado. What about you?”

“I’m Nashville, born and raised, sugar.”

Jepson lets his eyes trail down her body. “What time do you get off work?”

“Why?” She straightens, putting more distance between her and him.

“The boys would love to see Music Row. Since you are homegrown, you could show us all the places only the locals go.”

“Every place on Music Row is good, and they are easy to find. Just walk a straight line and follow your nose or your ears, depending upon what you are looking for.”

“But don’t you want to entertain a couple of big badass football players?”

Plastering on a sweet smile, she bats her eyelashes. “My boyfriend is a big badass football player.”

“From Nashville?” Rex arches his brow.

“You damn right,” she replies.

“Yeah, but Nashville sucks,” Jepson chuckles. “We’re going to be National Champions this year, honey. Wouldn’t you like to suck the dick of a winner at least once this year?”

Her smile fades, and she turns to walk away. Jepson reaches out and grabs her hand—the one thing you’re not allowed to do.

“Man, don’t touch the dancers,” Rylie says, putting his drink down. He looks over his shoulder at security, which is walking their way. “We’re not in Denver, and the women here don’t know you like that, so keep your hands to yourself.”

“Fuck you, choirboy.” Jepson releases her hand and puts his hands in his lap. “Sorry, honey. I just wanted to apologize. I didn’t mean to infer you’ll be sucking my dick. It could be one of my teammates.”

She looks over our heads and shakes her head, letting the security guard know it’s okay for the moment. “You’re an asshole.”

Jepson smiles. “Yeah, but I’m a hot asshole.”

She rolls her eyes and walks away at about the same time a waitress walks up with another round of drinks. We are not supposed to be drinking tonight, and yet Jepson’s on his third whiskey on the rocks. His twin brother Jaxson is nursing his beer, and Devlin, Rylie and Rex are drinking Diet Coke.

“We should get out of here and check out a couple of local artists on our walk back to the hotel,” Devlin says, throwing down a twenty and standing, brokering no questions that he’s leaving. Rylie also stands, throwing down his own jackson, following Devlin out.

Rex rubs the back of his neck. “What do you guys think?”