The game takes place on a large side yard with white paint signifying the goals. Sounds easy enough, yet these are the McLaughlins.
First, the football we're playing isn't the sport Texans love. It's a fluid game where everyone does whatever they want and crotch shots are allowed.
Second, I don't even get to be on Sawyer's team. She's teamed up with Bodie. I'm stuck with Colbie who for some damn reason uses our huddles to share gossip about people I've never met.
"Gillian masturbates to lesbian porn, but she's not a lesbian."
"Arlene had her hoola-hoop tightened after her divorce."
"Vince doesn't know if any of his kids are actually his."
After twenty minutes, we've lost a few points or maybe gained them. I honestly can't tell what the rules are in this bizarre version of touch football. I just know I'm sweaty and losing my patience with Colbie's sharing.
"Why are you telling me that shit?" I finally ask during a huddle.
Colbie smiles brightly. "I think you and Sawyer are a cute couple. I figured if I was annoying enough you wouldn't accidentally fall in love with me before you two get back together."
"You're a sweet chick, but I promise you don't need to worry about that problem."
"Whatever you have to tell yourself, Sawyer's bitch."
Rolling my eyes, I stop pretending we're talking about the game and stand up straight. Colbie joins me long enough to trash talk her sister.
"Gonna cut ya, skank."
Smirking, Colbie begins a staring contest. Their focus elsewhere, I walk towards Sawyer. Her wild hair once wrapped into a tight ponytail is falling apart now. I think to make a comment until she runs at me.
"Run!" Colbie screams, skipping around the playing field while Bodie just stares at her.
I have no idea if Colbie is yelling at me. With her skipping, I assume this is a twins thing. Only when Sawyer tries to tackle me do I realize I have the ball and we're playing. Would it kill someone to blow a fucking whistle when the game is on again?
Sawyer's tackling attempt is pathetic, and I stand casually with her hanging off my right side. When she doesn't let go, I can't tell if her plan is to climb me or knock me down. Sawyer is as difficult to read as the twins.
"Which way is my goal?" I ask Sawyer.
"I don't know. Even if I did, I wouldn't help you. I want to win."
"I think you're a thousand points ahead," I say as she wraps her legs around my waist. "Wait, are you coming on to me?"
Sawyer growls, and I finally accept we're playing the game. The twins meanwhile are now wrestling around on the ground and trying to make each other eat grass. This means the field is open for me to score.
Walking steadily towards my goal, I grin at Sawyer. She jerks her body against mine, trying to force me lose my balance.
"I'm going to score," I say, still walking. "Maybe with you tonight too."
Sawyer glares at me. When her blue eyes blink rapidly, I know she's thinking. Shit, I might be in trouble.
Worried about my balls, I never expect her to climb up and latch onto my throat with her soft lips. Sawyer sucks at my skin, sending my dick into an erection in two seconds. If her plan is to make my cock too painfully hard for me to walk, she's on the right path.
"I'm open," yells one of the twins from the goal line.
All the blood rushing to my crotch explains why I throw the ball when on some level I know the twin is Bodie. She catches the ball and runs towards the other goal. Colbie tackles her, leading to more wrestling. This time, Bodie's goal is to shove the ball up her sister's ass.
Sawyer's lips release my throat while she glances at the screaming twins. She even slides off me. No way am I letting her get away so easily.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pull her back against me.
"No," she mutters.
"I can't hear you over their screaming," I lie, keeping her back to my chest so I can kiss her neck. "They're so loud."
"I said stop!" Sawyer yells, twisting around to kiss me. "Dickhead."
Mixed signals aside, Sawyer climbs me again, and my arms keep her in place. Sucking hungrily at my tongue, she acts like a starving woman.
The onlookers clap at our display, and the twins do a cheer about Sawyer and me fucking in a tree. By the time Colbie begins chasing Bodie around the yard, I'm carrying Sawyer into the house and away from prying eyes.
Chapter 25
Sawyer
Here I Am
Stripped naked, Jace isn't the same guy I remember. He's filled out in a lot of ways, but he was always packing a sizable cock. The first time I saw it, I told him my vagina might need a few rounds with the football team to ensure he fit. Jace's possessive expression that day surprised me. The look on his face as we stand in the shower is similarly startling.