Off the Field: Bad Boy Sports Romance Read Online Free Page A

football. By the second half of the game, I knew it was going to take everything I had to actually win. My other teammates were okay, but they couldn't keep their eyes on the ball and off me, which gave me an idea.
    At the end of the fourth quarter, we had the ball and needed one more touchdown to lock in our win. Josh and the others knew this, of course, so they were going to be giving it all they had to block our play. Right when the ball was tossed to our quarterback, I lifted up my shirt, showing my pert little boobs. The other team, including my stepbrother, gawked while Tom ran the ball in for a touchdown.
    “Fuck yeah,” I yelled, dropping my shirt and dancing around.
    “No fair,” Josh said.
    “You're really going to argue that you were unable to make a play because you were staring at your stepsister's boobs?”
    I laughed along with the rest of the guys. Josh frowned slightly and his face turned red, but he didn't say anything in front of the others. We all drank Gatorade and traded stories about the best and worst plays of the game. I won the daily MVP award, which was a quarter ounce of weed. As I took the small baggy, I realized why my stepbrother had been playing so hard. He was the biggest pothead.
    “I'm leaving,” Josh said, waving as he walked away.
    “Wait up, I'm coming too,” I said as I jogged over to him.
    When we were out of earshot, he turned to me and said, “I can't believe you did that.”
    “What, it won us the game and I got the MVP weed. Besides, it's not like you've not seen them before.”
    “I told you that was an accident.”
    “Whatever. Chill out. I'll smoke you out later tonight if you want. It's bridge night.”
    “I know what night it is. I'm here all year long, remember?”
    Why is he so pissed at me? I wondered as we walked the rest of the way home in silence. When we got back to the house, our parents were gone. It was their night to play cards with the neighbors and gossip. I was half convinced they smoked weed when they went too, but I never had any proof. Inside the house, I followed Josh into the kitchen where he got some more water.
    “I get the shower first,” he said after taking a long drink.
    “Fuck that. I'm the MVP.”
    “Go smoke your weed and leave me alone, okay?”
    He rushed upstairs. I heard the bathroom door slam as I finished the water he'd left. My body was sweaty and icky, and I wanted to change my clothes so I could relax and smoke some weed. Before I changed my mind, I headed upstairs. Outside the door, I heard the shower running. Slowly, I reached down and turned the brass handle.
    A thousand and one thoughts ran through my hand as I inched the door open just enough so I could slip in. I saw his silhouette through the shower curtain as steam billowed up, filling the room. I took off my shorts then pulled my top off. I caught my image in the mirror and swallowed. What I was about to do was wrong, but it felt so right.
    One of the thoughts involved flushing the toilet then running from the room in laughter, but for that I didn't need to be naked. Still unsure of what I was about to do, I stepped forward on the thick, plush rug then stopped and scrunched up my toes. Without thinking about it too much, my hand reached out and threw the shower curtain open.
    Josh turned quickly, almost losing his balance. When I saw him about to fall, I rushed forward and grabbed his waist. Well, I meant to grab his waist. Instead, my small, delicate hand brushed against his cock – which was hard. Had I interrupted him? I wondered as I pulled my arm back then looked up at his eyes.
    “What the fuck are you doing?” he asked.
    “I thought you were falling.”
    “So you grab my cock?”
    “Well, if it wasn't so big right now. I was trying to grab your waist.”
    We both looked down at his hard cock. His dick. His pecker. His penis. No matter what I called it, I couldn't help but be impressed by its length and girth. The best part was the fact that it curved