Page 68 of Wright Together

“We’ll be with him the entire time,” I insisted.

Jensen breathed out heavily. “Fine. Keep me up-to-date, all right?”

“Of course.” I turned back to the pitch and called to Colton, “Hey, kid. You want some pizza?”

A fifteen-year-old boy never ever, ever said no to pizza.

“Fuck yes.”

“Colton!” Jensen growled.

But Colton was on a high from the game. “Can I go?”

“Whitt said he’d drive you home, but if you step out of line with him, then we’ll have to reevaluate you playing with the team.”

“Is that a yes?” Colton asked defiantly. A smile still stretched his face.

“Yes,” Jensen said with a smile and a shake of his head. “Kids,” he grumbled under his breath.

I nodded my head at Colton. “You’re with us.”

“Let me grab my stuff,” Colton said excitedly.

Eve hopped off my lap, and we followed the rest of the team off the bleachers. I wrapped an arm around her waist and leaned in, “Guess we won’t get to have fun in the car.”

“Maybe we can have fun after then,” she teased.

“You’ve convinced me.”

“You did a good thing. You know, letting him play.”

I shrugged. “I’m glad it worked out.”

“Me too.”

“So this weekend, I heard a rumor.”

“Oh?” she asked, throwing me a look.

“That it’s your birthday.”

She groaned. “Nooo. How did you find out?”

“What matters is, you’re going to let me take you out on a date.”

“Am I?”

“You are. You’re going to dress in one of your hot fucking dresses and those heels you always wear. I’m going to pick you up with flowers and take you to a fancy dinner.”

“And after?”

“And after, I’ll fuck your brains out.”

“Happy birthday to me,” she said, leaning in to me. Her pupils were dilated, and I was pretty sure she would let me fuck her right then and there if I wanted.

“I’ll pick you up around seven.”

She bit her lip and then nodded. “Seven it is.”