of it.
His expression gives nothing away; I can’t tell if he’s surprised to see me or not. I’m sure finding a girl inside the room of one of his players early in the morning isn’t that uncommon, but it definitely is unorthodox.
“Kayla,” Coach Knight greets me, still giving nothing away. “You being here saves me a trip.” He gestures for me to come closer.
I’m acutely aware of my half-dressed state, my only saving grace the fact that Mase is so much larger than me so his dress shirt falls past my knees. He’s not any better, but at least he’s no longer in a towel and has on a pair of black joggers.
Mase’s arm automatically goes around my back, pulling me against his side, his bare skin warm under my touch. I have to make a conscious effort not to nuzzle against him; it wouldn’t be appropriate to do so in front of his coach.
“What’s up, Coach?” Mase asks.
Coach Knight lifts his Hawks cap, running a hand over his head before replacing it. He seems…nervous? Uncertain? I can’t quite put a finger on it. “As you can imagine, your little announcement has caused quite a buzz.”
Mase snorts at what I’m sure is a complete understatement.
“I see you anticipated this reaction.” Mase nods. “I wanted to suggest skipping breakfast with the team and maybe lying low until the bus leaves for the airport later.”
It’s my turn to nod when Mase looks my way. Without a doubt, Bette will have ordered enough food to feed an army. Adding one more won’t even register.
“Thanks for the heads-up, Coach.” Mase lifts his arm from around me to shake his hand. “I apologize for making your job a little harder this morning.”
“Are you kidding me?” Coach Knight snorts. “What’s a few extra questions from the press? You just gave me an extra year to try to find your replacement. Even then it will be a challenge.” I don’t realize I’m nodding until Coach Knight calls me out. “See? Your girl knows it too. No wonder you want to hang around for her—she’s clearly a keeper.”
My face heats at the unexpected compliment.
After seeing Coach Knight out, Mase lifts me and tosses me onto the bed. With my knees bent high on his body, he slides his hands down the backs of my legs, cupping them under my butt for leverage as he grinds his lower body into mine, the material of his sweatpants the only thing keeping him from sliding inside me.
“Mase.” I dig my heels into the curve of his ass in an effort to get him to give me what I want and let out a growl of frustration when he pushes up on his arms, holding himself over me like he’s doing a pushup.
“Sorry, baby.” Yeah, I don’t believe his apology for a second, especially when he follows it up with a nip to my inner thigh and a quick swipe of his tongue through my slit on his way off the bed.
“Mason,” I warn, pushing up onto my elbows, looking pointedly at the tent in his pants.
“Yes?” He smirks as he openly adjusts himself in front of me.
“Was that it? You’re really going to make me think I’m going to get an orgasm and then make me wait?”
The motherfucker only grins harder then winks as he pulls on one of his U of J football tees. “Maybe next time you’ll rethink stressing me out about my pregame kiss.”
My jaw hinges open. Sonofabitch.
“Let’s go, Skittles.” A hand wraps around my ankle, pulling me down the bed. “I’m hungry.”
Under my breath, I mumble about how I have something he could eat, but the teasing jerk still manages to hear me and barks out a laugh. I give him the mother of all eye rolls but quickly dress in my clothes from yesterday. It feels a little walk of shame-y, but I’ll change as soon as I get back to the suite I’m sharing with my family.
“Um…” Mase says to Trav when he steps off the other elevator. “Shouldn’t you be on the other side of this?” He points to the door I have the keycard poised to open.
I figured the two of them had worked out the same kind of arrangement as they did after the Cotton Bowl where Trav and I flip-flopped beds. Based on his rumpled suit, I take it Trav is the one doing the walk of shame instead of me.
“I helped a lovely lady keep her bed warm instead,” Trav