Playing Hard: A Bad Boy Sports Romance by Eve Maddox Read Free Book Online Page B

conversation of more than two syllables with.
    He is, as my grandma would say, entirely unsuitable.
    I’m a little early this time, as after yesterday’s debacle I’m pretty sure I don’t want to keep Riley — or, more importantly, Murray’s press goons — waiting. Plus, the sooner I get this over with, the sooner I can leave.
    I find the park bench Murray told me to wait by in his text message this morning. There’s couples all around me, draped all over each other, sucking each other’s faces off, lounging about on the grass with their legs entangled. I look away. Personally, I find such PDA totally inappropriate. If you have to do that kind of thing, go home and do it in the privacy of your own bedroom. There’s no need to inflict it on the rest of us. 
    I suddenly regret throwing away my mocha. At least it would be something to distract me. Sighing, I sit down on the bench and flip open my messenger bag and take out my calculus book. I suppose I could do worse than do some reading for next week’s class.
    I sit with my head down over my book, chewing on the end of my pen. I might not like calculus, but once I get into it, I get totally absorbed.
    I’m so absorbed by the time Riley finally arrives that I don’t look up, even when he casts a shadow over my page. It’s not until I hear his voice that I’m jerked out of what I’m doing, and squint up into his face.
    “Hey, Ava.”
    I blink, as the silhouette in front of me slowly resolves itself into the shape of Riley Knox’s impossibly good-looking features.
    No, scratch that. Silhouettes. Standing next to Riley is a statuesque blonde, who is looking down at me with clear distaste.
     
     

CHAPTER SIX
     
    RILEY
     
     
    “Is this the girl you said you had to meet up with?” Kara asks, her cute little button nose screwing up. She’s a beautiful girl — and a great lay — but the expression makes her look ugly.
    “Yeah,” I say. “Kara, meet Ava. Ava, Kara.”
    Kara only raises an eyebrow in response.
    Ava is just sitting there, lips slightly parted, her shoulders still hunched from where she was leaning over the textbook or whatever she was reading. Her hair’s in some kind of loose braid and pulled over her shoulder, strands falling down around her face like a frame for her big blue eyes and soft pink lips.
    Again, I get the image of those lips parted in a scream as I make her come. Or circling my dick, sucking me off like there’s no tomorrow.
    I cough a little. The image alone is making me hard, and if I don’t stop thinking about it quickly, I’ll have a raging boner right here in the middle of the park.
    Not that that’s necessarily a bad thing — I mean, it’d show Little Miss Priss here what she’s missing. No girl who’s seen what I’m packing can ever resist it for long.
    But Ava just slaps her textbook shut, before standing, eyes narrowed, an expression of fury on her face.
    “Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she hisses, standing up to her full height and pointing her finger in my face.
    “What?” I ask, genuinely confused. “What the fuck did I do now?”
    “You know what,” Ava says, her voice still hissing out of her throat.
    Apparently, I’m not catching on fast enough, because she jabs a finger toward Kara.
    “Bringing her with you. What the hell?”
    Her lip is curled up, her cheeks starting to flush a little. I wish to God I didn’t find it so hot, because I realize I’m going to need all my mental faculties to calm Ava down.
    “Geeze, what’s the problem?” I ask her, shaking my head. “Kara’s a friend of mine. We just walked here together. Is that okay with you?”
    Great start.
    Ava’s eyes to go Kara, looking her up and down. Kara’s built like a lingerie model and has the face to match. I don’t know what she’s doing wasting her time with study when she could be making huge amounts of paper just on her looks, but I guess cheerleading is a good way to get noticed.
    “Sure.