Killian joins us and leans against the counter, his arms crossed over his muscular chest, his tattoos so closely packed they form two sleeves where each tattoo seems to be jostling for space. “What about inviting her to work out? It could show her we respect her as an athlete and a person.”
I nod, rinsing out my glass and watching the thick green residue swirl down the drain. “I’m game for that. I’ve been thinking along those same lines, getting to know her on her terms, respecting her space and views.” It’s a solid idea—we definitely all have common ground in sports.
Jayden grins, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Alright, how about a friendly bet, then? Who can impress her the most, but with a catch—it has to be by genuinely getting to know her, no shortcuts.” He glances at Killian and gives him a knowing look. “And no bringing out the signature moves.”
Typical Jayden, always wanting to turn everything into a competition. But I have to admit, the challenge intrigues me.
“Alright, I’ll take the lead because I saw her first,” I say, clapping Jayden on the back. “But it’s not about winning a bet. It’s about breaking the ice properly.”
Jayden snorts. “Dude, we literally met her at exactly the same time. But okay, you can have the first try.”
As we finish our juice, the conversation turns towards brainstorming potential activities Dylan might enjoy. We do actually want to get to know her. The bet is just playful banter.
I type out a message:
Noah:
Hey Dylan, some of us are going for a trail run Saturday morning and then grabbing coffee after. Wanted to see if you’re interested in joining. No pressure if you have other plans, just let me know! ??????????
I read over the message, hoping it strikes the right tone—friendly but not pushy. I even add a few emojis because I know girls like that type of stuff.
As I hit send, I feel a blend of nerves and excitement. Dylan challenges me in ways I haven’t experienced before. Beyond her obvious physical appeal, her sharp mind and bold views intrigue me. I feel optimistic that getting out of the house and onto a topic other than rugby gives us the chance to form some type of bond.
I want to connect on a deeper level. To understand her perspective and experiences. To find common ground. And yeah, if I’m being totally honest, to eventually get her into bed for some mind-blowing sex.
She’s absolutely gorgeous and the possibility of something more excites me, but I know if it’s meant to be, it’ll happen naturally in its own time.
For now, I just want to see her smile and be comfortable around us.
“Okay, you know what? I think you’re right. Sheisinto us. It’s obvious now that I think about it, if I ignore the massive chip on her shoulder about women’s sports,“ Jayden says with a smirk as he rinses out the blender.
“Oh, you agree now?” I quirk a brow. “In that case, my plan is going to work superbly. More than five minutes around you two and she’ll quickly work out what dickheads you both are, and she’ll be all mine.”
Chapter 24
Dylan
WhenIgethomeafter an action-packed practice game, my body is aching for some sort of release.
I flick the switch on my vibrator, letting out a soft moan as the familiar buzz fills my room.
My mind swims with thoughts of the team’s victory today, how I proved my worth in that final play. It may only have been a practice, but I know the coach and team management are still scrutinizing our every move, and the fact I was able to showcase some of my signature moves was an important part of cementing my place on the team.
My hips rock to meet the vibrations, chasing the building pleasure. I think of Coach’s praise, the awe in my teammates’ faces.
For once, I felt seen. Valued for my skill, not my tits. And completely away from all the politics I endured at my last club.
The coil in my belly winds tighter, my breath coming faster as thoughts of the practice match dissipate and are gradually replaced by images of hot male rugby players. But instead of faces, I just see colorful swirls atop muscular bodies with rippling thighs and bulging biceps.
I imagine strong, calloused hands on my thighs, parting my legs.
A hot mouth kissing up my inner thigh, teasing me.
My free hand finds my breast, pinching a nipple. “Please,” I whimper, so close.
There’s a chuckle in my ear, a deep rumble that makes me shiver. “Come for me, love.”
The fantasy voice undoes me. My back arches as waves of bliss crash over me, rippling out from my core.