Page 41 of Touchdown, Tennessee

Is this how you retaliate? Spying on me, like I do to you?

You’re smart. I’m allowed to have a little revenge.

Is it revenge if it turns me on?

That’s the best revenge.

Stalk me all you want. Follow me home and maybe you can watch me make myself come, wishing it was your ass sitting on my cock instead.

It will be my ass when you finally fuck me. Enjoy that beer, by the way.

A moment later Max appeared at the edge of the booth, sliding my beer glass onto the table. He also had a tiny glass full of something else.

“Thought I’d at least bring you a sample of one of my new cocktails. Mostly because I’m proud of it, but also out of the kindness of my heart, of course.”

That snake around my heart uncoiled just a little bit further.

Someone being nice to me, for no reason?

Thatwas something that would never make sense to me, and felt better than I deserved.

“Thank you,” I told Max. “What’s this one?”

“I call it the September Slam,” he explained. “Weird combo, because all my drinks are weird combos, but my boyfriend said he would drink a gallon of it, so that’s my seal of approval. It’s bourbon, ginger beer, a little bit of grenadine, homemade cranberry-nutmeg syrup, and the wild card, a splash of Dr. Pepper.”

“Okay. You have my attention.”

I picked up the small sample glass and took a sip, the flavor unlike anything I’d ever had.

“Weirdly good, huh?”

“I think your boyfriend is right,” I told him. “That is incredible, Max.”

“Someone talking about me?” a deep voice came from behind us. Max’s eyes immediately lit up.

A cowboy wearing a black hat came up, wrapping his arms around Max and kissing him.

A moment later, Andrew also appeared behind him.

And every last piece of tension in my body disappeared in an instant, replaced with the same raw hunger I was starting to feel every time he was near me.

FuckingChrist, I had it bad for a football player.

He was in a tight army green T-shirt that somehow made the green and gold flecks in his brown eyes stand out.

He must have been a little cold in the air outside, too.

His nipples were standing at attention, coming through the soft fabric of his shirt, and he ran a hand through his honey-colored hair as he glanced down at me.

He put a cocky look on his face as he saw me, as expected.

But he also had the faintest pink blush appear on his cheeks when he locked eyes with me, and that was my kryptonite.

I have that effect on him.

He is in the palm of my fucking hand.

“There you are,” I told him.