Page 42 of On Her Team
“Until the end of the summer.”
“Really. Are you…” She trails off. “Where’s Rogue?”
Uh oh. The gig is up.
“Gage! Hurry up!”
At Addy’s shout, I sprint to her. “Here. You’re faster.” She throws the raccoon at me.
I tuck Rogue under my arm and rush through the crowd like I’m aiming for the endzone. When I glance behind me, I notice Addy falling behind. The crowd is chasing her.
Before I have a chance to turn around and save her, she shouts, “Dockside Dave put chocolate in his chowder!”
Apparently, chocolate in chowder is worse than stealing a raccoon since the crowd whirls around, leaving Addy alone.
When she catches up to me, I grasp her hand and drag her through the parking lot to the car. She giggles the entire way.
“We did it! I now have bragging rights until the end of time.”
“I think you mean we.”
She rolls her eyes. “Fine. We have bragging rights until the end of time.”
Her light brown eyes twinkle with excitement, and her ponytail is a mess. She smiles up at me and I can’t resist those puffy lips. I press my mouth to hers. She sighs and I thrust my tongue inside. She tastes of marshmallows, spaghetti, and something wild. It’s the most addictive taste I’ve ever experienced.
I tilt my head to dive deeper.
Rogue burps. Oops. I forgot about the raccoon tucked under my arm. I inch away from Addy. Her eyes are now dark with passion. My cock twitches in response.
“I…”
Rogue burps again before throwing up on me. I glance down at the vomit on my stomach. This is why I wore the flannel pajamas.
Addy blinks and the passion in her eyes extinguishes. I’m not worried. I know she wants me. I’ll find another opportunity to get my lips on hers. Preferably a time that doesn’t involve a barfing raccoon.
Chapter 13
Nothing good ever starts with notifications.
Addy
My phone beeps with a message. I groan before burying my head under a pillow. I’m not ready to wake up. Let alone get out of bed.
When I got home last night with Rogue, my sisters went crazy. Mila wanted to cuddle him, whereas Penelope wanted to experiment – something about washing its food – on the poor raccoon. They fought until Otis yelled at them, which scared Rogue. He ended up hiding under the sofa. Guess who spent an hour coaxing him out of there?
Mayor Mandy showed up just after midnight and I gladly handed the raccoon over, as is the tradition. As much as it’s tradition to steal the mascots on Smuggler’s Hideaway, everyone is expected to return the animals when asked.
My phone beeps again and I throw the pillow across the room before sitting up and snatching the annoying noise-making device from my bedside table.
Good morning, songbird.
Warmth spreads throughout my body.Gage. I shouldn’t have kissed him yesterday. But I can’t find it in myself to regret it. Not when fireworks explode in my stomach every time I remember how it felt to have his lips on mine. His body pressed to mine.
Too bad Rogue threw up on him. Who knows how our night would have ended?
I start to reply to Gage but another message pops up before I get the chance.
Your Reel is taking off! 100,000 people have watched your Reel in the last hour.
