Chapter 3

And they’re back to talking about sex again.Or at least Sean’s back to thinking of it.“I can take whatever you dish out,”he promises.When Cordero reaches for his head,though,Sean holds out an arm to ward him off.“Not right here.”

Cordero grabs Sean’s wrist,the warmth of his hand like a bracelet of fire searing into Sean’s skin.“Let’s get you some ice,”he says with a grin,shaking his head.“You something else.”

Without waiting for a response,he leads Sean off the pitch toward the team’s bench,where a large cooler full of bottled water and Gatorade await.Everyone’s watching them—Sean keeps one hand to his head and lets Cordero pull him along,enjoying the hot hand holding his arm.At the center line,thecoach stands with arms crossed,clipboard held to his chest like a schoolgirl’s.The glower on his face says he doesn’t know why they’re out of position but he’ll gladly give them a dozen laps around the pitch if it’ll get them back in the game.