Blue Forty-Two: A Quick Snap Novella by Rayvn Salvador & Lady Boss Press

Author:Rayvn Salvador & Lady Boss Press
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781648180521
Publisher: Lady Boss Press, Inc.
Published: 2020-09-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Holden

The woman was a shark. Seriously, six games into Madden, and she was beating me four to two. For some ungodly reason, she’d decided to play as Miami. Originally, I’d given her shit that she only picked them because she liked the pretty uniforms and the cute mascot, but she’d quickly proven me wrong. With the personnel choices she made, using the team’s more mobile and versatile rookie QB—who wasn’t even a starter yet in real life—and her decisions with play-calling, she was kicking my ass. And I played as myself!

I groaned as her wide receiver high-stepped it in for yet another touchdown.

“Boom!” she yelled before exploding her hands and dropping her controller to the rug as if it were a microphone. “In your face.”

I could only shake my head. Not only was she freaking good, she was a smack-talker and loved to rub it in my face when she outplayed me. I had to admit, it was pretty hot. Made even hotter by the fact that she’d gotten warm while we played. She now wore only one of her signature form-fitting tank tops and skinny jeans, a sliver of skin peeking above her waistband. Her feet were bare, her purple painted toes curled into the shag. She had a tattoo of a football made up of a fingerprint on her left shoulder blade, and I made a mental note to ask her about it later.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts. “How about some humble pie for dessert, doc?”

“Hey, if you can back it up, why not revel in the greatness?” She brushed imaginary lint off her shoulders, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“You haven’t won yet. Slow your roll.” I made sure everything was ready for my offense to accept the kickoff.

“Oh, my roll will be slow, all right. Right into that victory formation in about five minutes. Just you wait.” She picked up her controller and made the changes needed on D.

After a ridiculously quick three and out that had me ashamed, she was back on offense. Her running back lined up behind center, and I knew she was running a wildcat. I saw it and made a play, but instead of making a cut and a run for the endzone as I’d expected, she dropped back and executed a perfect pass.

Not to the quarterback or another running back or even a wideout, but to her friggin’ fullback. How he even got over there and open, I couldn’t say.

“Fuck, yes!” she yelled, and stood up to do a little dance, snaking her upper body and then doing some sort of booty pop followed by a fist pump and a twirl. Until she caught her toe on the rug and went tumbling.

Right into me. And onto my lap. Thank goodness the brake lock on the chair was automatic.

Pain shot up my leg momentarily from the foot, but the feel of her against me distracted me enough to ignore it.

My good arm instantly wrapped around her to steady her, and hers caged me in on the chair.

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