Hot Stuff

by Kim Karr

  This time, I burst into laughter. It was loud. Unfettered. And I stifled it with my hand when he grinned at me. “You know the lines from Winnie The Pooh?”

  His blue eyes bore into mine, and for half a minute nothing else existed. There was something primal in his gaze, and it made me feel extremely vulnerable. If there had been any doubt this was dangerous, the doubt was gone. He stepped closer. “Does that surprise you?”

  I swallowed hard, nodding. “It does.”

  He purposely slid his gaze lazily down my body. “I wish it didn’t.”

  My heart rate picked up, the blood rushing in my ears. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  With each passing moment, it felt as though he was stripping me naked. When he reached and took a piece of my hair to twirl it around his finger, I wondered if he felt the same crazy chemistry that I did. “You wore it down. I like it.”

  That pitter-patter in my chest turned into a thump. “I did, but just so you know, I didn’t wear it like this because you told me to, it was already down.”

  “I’m sure it was.” The grin he gave me was sly, knowing, charming. Before I could remind him not to use that on me, he slid his free hand into the open side slit of my shirt, right onto my bare skin beneath my cropped top. “I like this too. It makes you look—sexy.” He let the word hang in the air.

  Again I submitted to laughter and reveled in it. “As opposed to when I’m not.”

  His gaze had turned thoughtful, probing. “You are never, not.”

  Just then a mosquito landed on my arm, and I stepped back to swat it away with a slap. This put some space between us, but not much.

  He lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe a trickle of blood from my arm that puddled from the bite. I was closer to his bare torso than ever. Sure, his belly was tight, taut, with a light single line of hair trailing from his navel into the waist band of his low-hanging sweat pants, but this close, his belly button looked like pure perfection. I wondered how a dip and hollow could be so perfect.

  “Thank you.” My breathing was loud.

  His was too. “You smell good. What is the scent? I can’t quite place it?” he asked, coming closer once again and breathing in the air around me.

  “It’s called Clementine California. I get it from an organic skin care boutique in Gainesville.”

  He pressed his nose into the long strands of my hair. “It’s really nice.”

  The first time I saw him I had been attracted to him. I’d thought it had been because I’d been away from football for almost a year and I was craving anything to do with it, or even perhaps because I hadn’t been with anyone in so long, and he had turned me on so easily.

  Here, though, now, I knew neither of those were the case. I knew I wanted him because of him, and I also knew I shouldn’t.

  Yet, that didn’t stop me from leaning into him as he leaned forward. That didn’t stop me from looking into his eyes. He swallowed, meeting my gaze, and breathed out without saying anything.

  My pulse was racing.

  All of a sudden it was really bright as each and every light turned on. “Hey!” a bellowing voice boomed from somewhere up in the stadium. “You shouldn’t be down there!”

  Lucas grabbed my hand in a flurry and started for the gate. “Come on, Strawberry Fields. Time to get out of here.”

  “But your balls,” I said, without thinking of how it sounded.

  He laughed heartily as he interlocked our fingers. “No worries. I got the only two I need.”

  “You are too much,” I gasped, as my legs moved quickly to keep up the pace.

  He shot me a coy glance over his shoulder, and looked like he wanted to say something, but didn’t.

  Lucas was a good six inches taller than me, and he was also so much bigger. Not that I was worried. I trusted him. Still, heading into the woods with someone I barely knew wasn’t something I would normally do. Then again, none of this was.

  In the years I’d been around football, the only players I ever hung around were the married ones with kids. That was probably because those were the only ones my father wanted me around.

  Before I’d gone to college, I was too young to be interested in any of them anyway. Once I went to college, I was only around for training camp, and everyone was busy then, including me. I always had some kind of odd job, unofficially, to keep me busy.

  Being with Lucas now like I was, it was a first. Here, in this setting, with my father so close, anyway. In college I’d dated more than a few guys and even had a couple of boyfriends. None I ever brought home. None that made my heart flutter the way Lucas did. And none that had a body anything like Lucas’s.

  They were boys.

  He was a man.

  The path he led me to wasn’t one I’d ever seen. It was south of the field and once we cleared the blinding lights of the stadium, he stopped.

  Winded from our escape, I bent down with my hands on my knees and attempted to catch my breath. When I did, I heard the sound of rushing water. “Where are we?”

  He pointed to where the noise was coming from. “Let me show you.”

  At first I didn’t move.

  “Come on,” he said, and then walked toward the sound.

  I followed him through some trees and brush. A few times he pushed limbs out of the way, holding them for me to pass.

  This did feel like a date, but I would never tell him that.

  Soon we’d reached an outcrop of rock, big slabs of it poking from the clear water.

  Lucas bent to untie the laces of his cleats.

  “What are you doing?”

  He pulled his shoes off. “Getting ready to walk through the stream.”

  “The stream?” I asked.

  “Yeah, it leads to the Kankakee River.”

  Surprised I never knew it was here, I watched him as he pulled his socks off and tucked them inside his cleats. “How’d you find this place?”

  “Stumbled across it when I went for a run the first night of camp. Take your shoes off and follow me. I want to show you something.”

  Toeing off one of my Converse, I reached back to pull my sock off and found myself a little off balance.

  Lucas lunged for me, but I landed on my ass, first.

  “I’m fine,” I said.

  Knowing this, he laughed, and offered me his hand. “Have you been drinking? Is that why you asked me out?”

  I made a face at him, and batted his arm away, hopping to my feet myself. “I did not ask you out.”

  He raised a brow that I easily saw with the gleam of light still spilling over from the stadium. “You sort of did.”

  “Whatever,” I huffed and brushed the dirt from my rear before I began to remove my other sneaker and sock, more carefully this time.

  With a shrug, he said, “Don’t you teach balance classes?”

  “Balance classes?” I asked.

  “Yoga, whatever.”

  I snickered. “I do teach Yoga. How’d you know that?”

  He looked a little sheepish. “Your father’s secretary stopped in his office during one of our quarterback meetings, and asked him about it. She was preparing his schedule, and wanted to know if he would be participating in your class.”

  My mouth opened wide. “My father in yoga class?”

  Lucas snorted and took a step in the water. “Yeah, right? Don’t worry, he said no.”

  “Thank God,” I blew out.

  “Yeah, Old Jack in a downward dog might be a little disturbing.” He said this while he took his first step in the stream.

  The stream appeared narrow and not very deep. “How about you? Can you do that yoga move?”

  He waved me toward him. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

  Something that felt like anticipation rushed through my veins as my toes sank into the warm water and I headed in his direction. “Where are we going, anyway?”

  “Keep your pants on. It’s right up here.”

  How could I not laugh? This was so far from a date. I
mean he was talking to me like I was a dude. Through my snicker, I followed close, and I knew we were there before he said anything. Up above was a rickety wooden bridge that spanned the widest part of the stream. It looked like an old relic someone had forgotten about long ago.

  Lucas stopped walking and held out his hand. “Come on, I’ll help you up the rocks. You can practically see the entire campus from up there.”

  Light shone from the road somewhere ahead, and I used the glow to step carefully up the rocks until I could reach his outstretched hand. A spark of electricity jolted through my body when our fingers touched, and it gave me a moment of pause. When I glanced down, I spotted something shiny and bent to pick it up.

  “What’s that?” Lucas asked, leaning down from his place above me.

  “I’m not sure. I’ll check when we get to the bridge.”

  With a shrug, he turned back and led me up the side of the quarry and then across the rickety old bridge. There was a green rope for a railing and he was careful with his steps until we reached the very center, where he plopped down and let his legs dangle over it.

  I did the same.

  “See, look over there.” He pointed to the campus, where the stadium lights continued to cast a glow over the field.

  “Wow,” I told him, mesmerized by the picture of rolling hills and old buildings that made the campus appear to be a magical place. “It looks so tranquil.”

  “Yeah,” he said, his gaze on me and not where he had just pointed.

  The bridge creaked, and when I went to hold onto the rope, I remembered the rock in my palm and opened it. The shiny piece of broken gravel had worn into a shape that looked very similar to a football. I traced the outline and held my palm out. “Look, it’s a football.”

  He took it, and I thought he was careful not to touch my skin when he did. Then he held the rock up, examining it like it might have been a diamond. “Cool,” he finally said, and I could tell he meant it.

  When he went to hand it back to me, I pushed it back toward him. “You keep it. It’s good luck.”

  There was a surprised look on his face. “I can’t. You found it.”

  “And I’m giving it to you.”

  We stared at each other like we were each that magical place we had been looking at moments ago.

  The bridge creaked in the wind again, and when I held onto the rope, so did he. I thought about holding on to him instead, but I didn’t.

  “Tell me something about you that I don’t know?” I asked, glancing back toward the campus because all I really wanted to do was kiss him.

  Somehow the movement of the bridge had shifted us closer together, and our outer thighs were touching. Lucas glanced down, noticing, but not moving away. “You first.”

  I didn’t hesitate. “I love football.”

  He smiled at me. “You don’t say.”

  I ducked my head for a moment, but then looked back. “No, you don’t understand. I love everything about it from the beginning to the end of the season.”

  His gaze traveled over my face.

  I wasn’t finished. “During the off season I can’t wait for the new season to start. I’m like a kid waiting for Christmas.”

  His voice was soft. “Really? I would think being the coach’s kid, you’d like it when you didn’t have to be on the road.”

  The shake of my head was more than slight. “Not at all. My father has always had this thing about us being normal. You know, sitting down for dinner at a normal time, going grocery shopping like normal people, even taking out the trash.”

  Lucas laughed. “Like normal people.”

  “I’m serious. The thing was I never liked normal. During the off-season he was around after school, and wanted to know why I wasn’t hanging out with my friends. I couldn’t tell him I didn’t have any. No one wanted to be friends with the new girl. And I was always the new girl.”

  “Shit,” he said. “You moved around a lot, didn’t you?”

  “We did, but here’s the thing, I never cared about the moving. I can remember being a little girl sitting in the box with whoever had been assigned to watch me, and just watching my father play. Even though he would be charged at, pounced on, and sometimes tackled, I could never look away. I loved it. What I hated was going to school and being away from it all.”

  His head was down, but he swung his gaze my way. “I think everyone hated school when they were younger.”

  I met his gaze. “No, I loved the work, hated the place. When I was fourteen I told my father I was quitting and that I would get my GED. He went out of his mind. In the end, we compromised on a full-time tutor. At the age of seventeen, I graduated high school and started applying to colleges. By then my father was coaching and moving around a lot, so I had no choice but to leave him.”

  “How many places have you lived?”

  “Too many to count,” I joked. “And you?”

  “Only two. Just Chicago and South Bend.”

  “But I bet you’ve at least traveled out of the country.” I said this almost enviously.

  He shook his head. “Never.”

  “Never?”

  “Never. I haven’t really ever gone on vacation to be honest with you.”

  This astonished me. “Me neither. Only where football took us.”

  “Where do you want to go?” he asked, and this surprised me.

  I looked up at the stars and said rather dreamily, “Paris. I really want to see the Eiffel Tower. I’m planning on going after I graduate in December.”

  “Alone?”

  I nodded. “During the off-season my father likes to nest.” This I said with a laugh.

  His brows furrowed. “Nest?”

  “Yes, you know, make his house feel like a real home. He’s always been that way.”

  “Interesting,” Lucas snickered.

  “He just bought a place in Lake Forest and is moving in after the season is over. He’s having it decorated right now. This time I don’t think he’ll ever move again.”

  “That’s almost an hour from Chicago.”

  “I now, but he has an apartment in the city for the days he doesn’t want to commute.”

  “What about your mother? Where is she?”

  There was this empty feeling I got whenever I talked about her. I never knew her, so I couldn’t say I loved her, yet I know I would have. “She died the day I was born.”

  He looked down. “Shit. I’m sorry. I had no idea.”

  Our shoulders touched. “Most people don’t,” I whispered, and then I told him what happened. Something I rarely talked about with anyone.

  “So is that what your father calls the day?” he asked, swinging his gaze back to mine.

  “The day?”

  “Yeah, you know, the reason he eats fish tacos?”

  I gave him a blank look. Clueless. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’ve never seen him eat fish tacos. Maybe you have the wrong person?”

  “Yeah, probably,” he said, looking away.

  It was time to shift the conversation to him. “What about you? Where in Chicago do you live?”

  This clearly made him uncomfortable. “My brother and his wife have a house in Lincoln Park. I’ve been staying with them and their two kids, soon to be three, whenever I come back to Chicago.”

  “Are you close with your brother?”

  He nodded. “More than close. He practically raised me. My mother left us when I was a baby, and my father fell apart when she did. If it weren’t for Nick . . . well.” He shut up, and shrugged it off.

  Noticing he didn’t want to say anymore about it, I let it go. “I’ve always wished I had a sibling,” I said, pushing my knee tighter against his.

  His hand was squeezing the rope beside mine, and he slid it toward me. Now both our legs and hands were touching as we gazed over the campus. “Well, I owe my brother everything. It wasn’t until I was fifteen that he started to make money. Before that, we had nothing. If I needed a new pair of cleats
, he ate macaroni and cheese for the month. If I wanted to go to football camp, he worked two shifts at the construction site. He gave up whatever he had to for me.”

  I looked over at him. “Your brother sounds like a really special person.”

  Lucas’s head turned in my direction. “He is.”

  We both leaned closer, and I knew he was going to kiss me. And I knew I was going to let him. To feel his mouth on mine was something I wanted and I wasn’t going to turn away.

  There was this look in his eyes, hot and consuming, and it made my insides feel like they were melting, all liquid, as if they were running hot and torrid.

  Our lips were so close, not even a breath away. Just as each of us leaned in a little closer to make contact, the clock tower from the campus started to chime.

  “Curfew!” I said in alarm.

  Like lightning, he hopped to his feet, and when he did, the bridge rocked. I went to grab the rope for stability, but he took my hand. “I got you,” he said.

  And he did. That only made me melt all over again. “We have to hurry.” He never let go of my hand no matter how much I protested. I didn’t have a curfew. He did. I could run fast, but he could run much faster. Still, he wouldn’t leave me behind. We reached the dorms with our shoes in our hands and only minutes to spare.

  “You go.” I tried to push him toward the door.

  He stood solid. “You first,” he insisted.

  What I did next was impulsive. Stupid. I hadn’t thought it through. Instead, I just popped up on my toes and kissed him right on the mouth before taking off. “I had fun,” I called, looking back at him one last time before opening the door.

  That wasn’t so smart. Then again nothing I had done tonight was. Was it?

  I didn’t wait for him to answer. Besides, I didn’t think he would. Inside the dorm, I ran to the stairs and up them as fast as I could. I was thinking the entire time . . . tonight did kind of feel like a date.

  My father would blow a gasket if he knew. Twenty-three or not, he wouldn’t like me hooking up with one of his players. Or any player for that matter. He had a thing about that. He always warned me to stay away from them. Told me he wanted me to marry someone normal, have a house, a yard, and two kids. Be normal. I always laughed and told him he was crazy. I had too much to accomplish in my life to let a man weigh me down. That always made him smile.