Offside Desires: A four part sports romance

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bs, as Flynn's words echo over the field, his arm rests around my wa

almost drowns out the st

y. And the fact I didn't rattle something in m

s knuckles turn pale. Riley's red lips part, her hand clutching Tom

ly, helmets still in hand, sweat dripping a

carrying just enough. "We're together, so no one" he turns his eyes to Tom

players, their shoulders shif

es so high it

s finally come out, low and sharp. "You've got to be kidding

edged. "Funny," he says. "From where I'm

ing and falling as anger cause his m

barks, eyes flicking from Tom to Flynn, then landing on me with a

cold air where his warmth had been almost makes

ter him, as usual,she's securing her meal ticket. F

o quickly, my voice

ing gentler. "Stay close. T

tching the light on his forearms. And for a moment, I al

ts, and the scri

He shouts too loudly, throws too hard, passes just off-target. The frustration s

voice and somehow the team moves around him like they've trained together for months. His passes arc cle

e he blames me for every point. Riley hovers close to To

the score is

Coach's frown eases, scribbling quick notes on his clipboard like he's ta

nd the ball soars, spinning once, twice, before landing

forFlynn crazily, louder than they have ever cheered fo

lastered to his forehead, his glare

d fake sweat darkening his collar. His eyes loc

age, words coming out

teasing back. "Thi

?" I echo, puls

s. "Next time, w

s tight, breath ragged. "Enjoy it," he spits, voice edg

head, smirks unf

g low. "And you really think standi

Flynn shifts closer, not touching me, bu

voice so low it feels l

's voice slices in again. "T

turf and sweat and warm skin curls around me. "You handl

icking. "You're imp

soft enough that only

ine a half-second longer than nece

space, some are teasing, some curious, some sharp. Riley's gaze skims over me,

ession flickers, the smirk slipping. "Kaya," he says, voice s

he's about to start malfunctioning a

eload and his voice is almost uncertai

before I can answer, Coach's shout cuts through, and Flynn

clipboard heavy in my hands and heart poun

fuck just