pants you’re wearing dip nice and low when you bend over to do something like, say, change a tire.”
Eric opened, then closed his mouth again and shook his head. “Well played, frat boy. That’s next-level right there.”
“Learned from a pro.” Nate’s laugh was shameless.
“Y’all hungry? The turkey’s already ready, so we can go ahead and eat.”
Everyone looked my way, and then Mark broke into a grin. “It’s so weird for you to actually offer us food instead of bitch about us asking for it.”
“One day only. Take advantage.”
“Let’s go for a walk,” Sam suggested after we closed the door behind Nate and Eric. They’d stayed an hour after Mark and Chet had to get back on the road. There’d been talk of a ski trip over the holidays either this year or next.
I sagged back against the door with utter contentment. Everything had been a success. Tomorrow we’d go to Sam’s house for actual Thanksgiving, and then mine for the day after Thanksgiving.
But Sam’s suggestion made me suspicious. “Since when do you waste time walking when you could be running? And there’s all those dishes to take care of.”
“Since I can’t convince you to run with me. It’s a nice day out. Not too cold. C’mon. The dishes will wait.” He opened the door, grabbed our jackets, and yanked me out with him whether I was ready or not.
We took the elevator down and walked outside our apartment building, the fall air nipping at our cheeks. But he was right; it wasn’t too cold, and the leaves were gorgeous.
We walked down Main, and then Sam cut us down a side street, heading toward campus, seeming to have a destination in mind despite our leisurely pace.
Spring of senior year, we’d decided it made the most sense for us to stay in Silver Ridge because college students would be a boon to Sam’s personal training and gym ventures, and I’d already established a solid rapport with Alexei from Fuego, who’d also written my recommendation letter for the culinary school forty-five minutes away. I’d had no trouble getting in.
So at first it had been a practical decision, but as we walked along the outskirts of campus, with its pretty brick edifices, green lawn, and clock tower, I was reminded of how much I’d fallen in love with the vibe of Silver Ridge as well.
I laced my fingers with Sam’s, and he brushed a kiss over my temple as we walked alongside the gates surrounding the baseball team’s practice field.
At the main gate leading onto the field, Sam stopped and pulled out a key.
I grabbed his wrist. “Where’d you get that? What are we doing?”
“So happens I’ve got a really good client who’s the assistant coach.” Sam bounced his brows at me. “What do you say we take a look inside?”
Sam unlocked the gate, and I waited just inside, gazing at the diamond and the dugout, as he locked up behind us. “It’s a nice baseball diamond for sure.”
“Forget the baseball diamond.” Sam tugged my hand. “Check out those bleachers.”
I stared at him sidelong, my blood catching fire. “Are we gonna…”
“We’re absolutely gonna. Top five fantasy, right?”
“Oh my god.” I clapped my hands to my cheeks, then turned to him and kissed him. “This is the best Thanksgiving ever.”
He steered me underneath the bleachers, and then I felt his lips brushing the back of my neck as he reached around me and pointed out a bag. “Our gear.”
“Gear?” I craned a backward look at him.
“Think I’m gonna skimp on the experience by not having the right outfits?”
My mouth dropped open as I approached the laundry-style bag and uncinched the top to reveal a bunch of football gear inside. “This is amazing,” I breathed, my cock already half-hard just looking at the football tights.
“My old uniforms. And I stuck in something that could pass for coach gear, complete with a whistle and clipboard. So what’s your pleasure, baby?”
“Two football players, easy. Oh god, I’m so fucking horny already. I’m going to come in two seconds.” I tossed Sam his football gear. “Let’s do this already.”
Sam had even gotten me a smaller pair of football pants. “When did you do all of this?” I asked as I yanked them up my legs. Behind me, the rustle of fabric said he was doing the same.
“I’ve been thinking about it for a while. Found the pants you’ve got on sale when I was at a sporting goods store the other day. Figured it was a sign.” The jacket