Trade Deadline (Chicago Thunder Book 1)

“I need you naked,” he demands.
I simply nod.
Because I’m unable to deny the most amazing man I’ve ever met anything he wants.
Maybe I’m already way past falling.

Am I falling for him?
The thought doesn’t make me feel as anxious as it once would have. If anything, it makes my chest warm.

Just playing my favorite sport with my brother is the biggest award for me; everything else is a bonus.
And playing my favorite sport with my favorite guy watching me in the crowd makes me feel like the king of the fucking universe.

“I don’t fucking like you wearing another man’s jersey.”
“And why is that?” I know he’s baiting me.
“I want you to wear my name because you’re mine. I want everyone in here to know you’re here with me. For me.”

I would burn the world for him and walk right into the flames.

Blaine Olsen might be trouble, but he might be the best kind of trouble.

I can’t remember the last time anyone new has given a shit about me.
And that’s really fucking sad.

I’m still in love with the idea of love, so it’s hard for me to go into something without hoping it ends up in forever.

And Alex?
Now that’s a name I haven’t moaned before.