WMIS 03 Play With Me (15 page)

“Are
you ready for Miami next week?”

“I
think so. We’re training hard, watching a lot of tape. We’ll be as ready as we
can be next Sunday.”

“You’ve
been seen around town with an auburn-haired woman. Is she your girlfriend?”

My
heart stops. Literally stops. Natalie gasps and Jules frowns.

“This
guy is an idiot.” Jules mutters.

Will
offers the guy a lazy, cocky grin. “Dude, does she look like someone that I
would date?” He laughs mockingly. “She’s a friend of the family. I don’t have
room in my life for a woman right now. Football is my priority.”

“Good
luck next week, man.”

Will
nods and then the screen turns back to the four guys at a table talking about
the game.

“Meg,
he didn’t mean it to sound like that,” Jules says quietly.

Does
she look like someone that I would date?

I
feel nauseous.

“Fuck,
I’m stupid.” I whisper.

“No,
sweetie. Seriously, he didn’t mean to sound like that.”

“I
think he meant exactly what he said, Jules.” I shake my head to clear it and
dig some cash out of my bag, toss it onto the table and stand. “I’m going home.
Thanks for the fun night out, guys.”

“Meg,
don’t go.”

“I’m
okay. I just need to think. When you meet up with the guys later, tell Will I
didn’t feel well, and I’ll call him in a few days.”

Yeah,
like that’s going to work.

“I’m
gonna kill him,” Jules fumes as I walk away.

Chapter Eleven

~Will~

Will

How
could you? How could you start seeing someone when I know that you love me?
That ugly bitch is nothing, and she will never love you like I do. Why won’t
you notice me? If you’ll just stop seeing her, and love me the way I know you
want to, I won’t hurt her.

Your
love.

Holy
fuck.  What kind of sick fuck would leave this in my locker and how in the hell
did they get into our locker room? I need to talk to Mike, our head of
security, now.

“Hey!
Someone get Mike for me!” I yell out, confident that someone will fetch him.

We
played a kick-ass game against the Packers tonight. Hell, I’ve been playing the
best ball of my life the past few weeks, and I don’t think its coincidence that
it’s since I’ve started seeing Meg. This dumb-ass stalker fan bullshit won’t
touch her. Thank God I put that alarm system on her house.

The
thought of anything happening to her makes me sick.

“Hey,
Montgomery, can I ask a few questions?” A new sportscast guy is holding a mic
in my face and I paste on my public smile and play the post-game game.

“Sure,
man.”

“Great
game, Montgomery. Congrats on another win.” The shorter man turns the mic to
me.

“Thanks,
man. We played a good game.”

“Do
you think Jennings will be out for the rest of the season with that knee injury
in the third quarter?”

“Oh,
man, I hope not. I don’t know.”
How the fuck would I know? Do I look like a
fucking doctor?

“Did
you feel any pressure from the Green Bay defensive line tonight?”

I
frown down at the idiot and want to ask him if he’s ever watched football.
Jesus, where did they find this asshole?  “I feel pressure from every defensive
line.”

“Are
you ready for Miami next week?”

“I
think so. We’re training hard, watching a lot of tape. We’ll be as ready as we
can be next Sunday.”

“You’ve
been seen around town with an auburn-haired woman. Is she your girlfriend?”

Fuck.
Please, babe, don’t be watching this.
My stomach clenches and I’m glad
I’m already sweaty from the game so no one can see the fresh sheen that’s just
broken out on my face.

I
offer him my lazy, cocky grin. “Dude, does she look like someone that I would
date?” I laugh down at him, like that’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever
heard.
Yes, she’s my girlfriend! She’s the best thing that’s ever happened
to me, and I plan to be buried deep inside her sweet body as soon as possible.
“She’s a friend of the family. I don’t have room in my life for a woman right
now. Football is my priority.”

“Good
luck next week, man.”

I
nod at him, and he turns away from me, on to the next guy to interview.

Fuck.
If Meg saw that
interview, I’m so screwed. She’s already got issues with my arrogant public
persona, and this will be the nail in the coffin of our relationship if she
sees it.

And
that is not possible.

She’s
mine, goddamn it.

I
quickly shower and get my shit together, ready to be out of here so I can meet
up with my brothers up in the suite, then go meet up with our girls for a night
out.

I
need to see Megan.

“You
wanted to see me?”

Mike,
a former Army Ranger and current Seattle cop, is standing behind me.

“Yeah,
man. Someone left this in my locker. I found it when I got in after the game.”
I hand him the fucked up note and scowl. “How the fuck did someone get in
here?”

Mike
frowns as he reads the note and then swears under his breath. “I don’t know.
She probably flashed someone her tits. I’ll check the security cameras and
we’ll find her. Don’t worry about it.”

I
narrow my eyes at him and cross my arms over my chest. I know Mike is good,
he’s been with us forever, and no one fucks with him. But some of the other
guys come and go.

“I
want whoever let her in here fired.”

“Without
question.”

“And
if one hair on Meg’s head is touched…”

“It
won’t be. This is just some stupid girl with a crush, Montgomery. I’ll handle
it.”

I
nod once and turn my back, dismissing him.

The
guys, Isaac, Luke, Nate, Matt and Caleb, are in the suite, still eating the
spread of food laid out and drinking beer. I grab some chips and stuff my face.
Fuck, I’m hungry.

“Good
game, bro,” Isaac salutes me with his beer and I nod back at him.

“Yeah,
we kicked some ass. Felt good. Ready to go get the girls?” I ask and grab
another handful of chips.

“Stacy
stayed home tonight. She’s just uncomfortable, so I’m going to head home and
rub her feet and put Soph to bed.” Isaac pulls out his keys and waves at us,
then heads out.

“Okay,
let’s go get the girls and take them out for dinner.” Nate leads us all down to
the private parking garage. “But I’ll just tell you all right now, we’ll be
leaving early. I’ve got plans for her tonight.” He grins and all of us stop and
frown at him. Luke laughs.

“Just
because you put a ring on her finger doesn’t mean we won’t kill you, McKenna,”
Caleb warns him. I suppress a laugh. Nate may be smaller than us, but he could
take any one of us. Not all at once, but in a one-on-one fight, I’d put my
money on Nate.

“You
kill me, Julianne kills you. I know you’re afraid of her.”

“I’m
not afraid of my kid sister,” Matt mutters, earning a sidelong look from Luke.
“Okay, I’m afraid of her. She doesn’t fight fair.”

“That’s
my girl,” Nate announces proudly. I like him. He’s good for my sister.

Now
I need to get my hands on
my
girl and make sure she didn’t hear what an
asshole I was on TV tonight.

* * *

“You
are such an asshole!”

Jules
storms at me across the parking lot of the restaurant we arranged to meet at
earlier. She pushes me hard in the chest, knocking me back a step. Matt’s
right, she doesn’t fight fair.

“Jules…”

“You
know,” she interrupts me. “I know that you can be an arrogant ass at times, but
what you said on fucking
live television
tonight takes the cake. Who the
fuck do you think you are to hurt someone like that?”

“
Fuck!”

She
takes a step back and her eyes widen a bit. The guys are all standing around,
watching us. Natalie’s hands are planted on her hips, and she’s glaring at me
too. Brynna stands next to Caleb, links her arm through his, and I frown.

What
the fuck is that about?

“Seriously,
Will, what the hell were you thinking?” Natalie asks.

“Where
is she?”

“Not
here.” Jules raises her chin stubbornly. I turn to Natalie.

“Where
is she, Nat?”

“I
believe she went home. Why in the name of God would she be here, Will? You
announced to the world that she’s no one you would dare date. She’s no one to
you, remember?”

“Fuck,
man, what the hell did you say?” Luke asks and I wince.

“You
guys didn’t see it?” Jules asks, her eyes still narrowed menacingly and on me.
Part of me wants to cover my dick with my hands, but the man in me won’t stoop
to that.

“No,
we didn’t see any post-game interviews,” Matt adds.

“Well,
let me fill you in. When asked who the pretty girl is that he’s been seen with
recently, our stupid-as-fuck brother responded with, and I quote, ‘Does she
look like someone I would date? I don’t have room in my life for a woman. I’m a
selfish douchebag with a small dick.”

“I
did not say that last part!”

“Fuck,
man, why didn’t you just say no comment?” Luke asks, looking at me like I’m a
moron. And I am.

Why
didn’t I?

“Because
less than thirty seconds before that asshole pushed the mic in my face, I found
a note in my locker from some fucked-up fan saying that if I don’t stop seeing
Meg she’ll hurt her. I didn’t have time to talk to security, or think it
through. I had to play it off like I don’t have a girlfriend because if anyone
ever hurts Meg, I’ll fucking kill them, and I can’t go to prison.”

Jules
frowns at me, and my brothers both narrow their eyes menacingly.

“Does
she have security at her house?” Caleb asks, his voice low and pissed.

“Yeah,
I had it installed last week, thank God.”

“Did
you give the note to Mike?” Matt asks and pulls out his cell, dialing while he
talks.

“Yes,
he said he’ll take care of it.” I pace back and forth behind my car, and then
move quickly to the driver’s side. “I’m going to her place. I’ll see you guys
later.”

“Will,
she was pretty pissed off. You might want to give her a couple days to cool
down.” Nat’s big green eyes are worried, but I offer her a half smile.

“I
have to apologize and grovel a bit. Hopefully she’ll understand when I
explain.”

“They
caught the girl,” Matt announces as he tucks his phone back in his pocket.
“Some nineteen year old college student who offered one of the security guys a
blow job if they’d let her in. She’s been arrested.”

“Thanks,
man. Go have dinner, all of you. I’ll text you tomorrow.”

What
the fuck did I do?
I drive like a bat out of hell to Meg’s place. I need to see her. I need to
hold her and reassure her that everything I said in that goddamn interview was
a lie.

I
can’t lose her.

I
pull up to her house, slam the car door and stalk up to the front porch. I ring
the bell.

No
answer.

The
lights are on. I can hear music coming from inside, but it’s not so loud that
she wouldn’t be able to hear the doorbell.

I
ring again.

No
answer.

I
try the knob on the door, and much to my surprise, it’s unlocked. She didn’t
set the alarm or lock herself inside like I asked her to.

Goddamn
stubborn woman!

“Meg?”
I call out and let myself in. There’s no sign of her in the living area or her
cute kitchen. I make my way upstairs, calling out for her as I go.

“Meg?
Where are you, babe?”

I
can hear the shower running in her master bathroom, so I let myself in. “Meg?”

“Ack!”
She yelps in surprise and I can’t help but laugh.

“It’s
just me.”

“You
scared the shit out of me!” She turns off the water, whips back the shower
curtain and at the sight of her soft, wet body my mouth goes dry.

Fucking
hell, she’s beautiful.

She’s
all soft, white skin, rosy pink nipples, soft curves. That hair of hers is some
weird mixture of red and brown and blonde, and her hazel eyes undo me.

Of
course, right now they’re shooting daggers into me.