Eden Finley

“You have a crush. On me.” The arrogance all hockey players possess shines through.

“You’re too old for anyone to have a crush on.”

“Just because my joints think I’m an old man doesn’t mean I’m not irresistible. I can still pull a guy in his early twenties. That makes me super-hot.”

“Thirty whole seconds before you took your damn shirt off,” Damon grumbles.
“I need to give these people some sort of gift.” I point to my abs.
“I’d ask for a refund if I were them.”

“Wait, did you pack all my shit too?”
“I just kinda threw everything in a bag.”
“If you wanted me to walk around naked, you could have just said so.”

Matt whistles as soon as we cross the threshold into my room.
“Are you going to do that every time you’re reminded of how rich I am?”
“Yes.”
“That’s going to get old.”

A naked football player on top of me means my dick automatically springs back to life. It’s science—chemical reaction or what-the-fuck-ever.

I tug on his hand and bring him close to me. He grunts as he runs into my hard body.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“Know what else I’ve never done in public?”
Noah’s eyes dart around the street. “You can’t give me a blowjob here … oh wait, you have done that in public before.”

“Don’t worry, I call all my hookups babe. It doesn’t mean anything.”
Oh. “Is that because you don’t remember their names?”
“Not at all, Mike.”
“Funny.”
“And no, it’s nothing like that. I guess babe is my go-to nickname when I’m with someone.”
“Don’t I feel special.”

I pull myself up on the spare part of the kitchen counter.
“We eat off that thing, you know,” Noah says.
I raise my eyebrow, because we both know we didn’t eat food on here yesterday when he was bent over it and I was fucking him. Apparently, Noah unpacking Chinese food is sexy. That, and I wanted to shut him up about how boring my brown rice and steamed chicken looked.

I follow him to the bar and wait for him off to the side while he talks with the staff. The joys of being with a football player. I pity the women who have to do this permanently.

Okay, so I was questioning his sexuality right up until he said versatile tight end with a straight face. No gay man could do that.