Free Homewrecker (Into the Flames #1) by Cat Mason, Katheryn Kiden Page B

free, baby.” Releasing his hold on me, he turns and heads into the kitchen to grab another drink. Looking up, I catch Dixon’s eyes on me. The look in his eyes is pure predatory and fuck, it’s hot. I can’t deny it and I don’t know what the hell to do about the way just the look he gives me makes my stomach flip.
    One thing I do know for sure: Lynsey is right. I can’t keep ignoring this.

 
    The end of August means I see less and less of Gunnar. Between classes and football, I’m lucky if I lay eyes on him before I go to bed most nights. He loves what he does, and watching the way he is with those kids makes me love him even more. I swear he was running around like a chicken with its head cut off this morning trying to make sure everything was in place for the first home game of the season.
    I pull my Indians jersey down over my tank top as Dixon bangs against my door. “Let’s go, Kennedy! It’s a football game, not your high school prom. It shouldn’t take this long to get ready!”
    I yank the door back and come chest to chest with him. “Jesus, Dixon, you’re practically in my room. Calm down, we won’t miss kick off.”
    “Believe me,” he says while letting his eyes roam over my body. “If I was in the room, we would’ve missed the game.”
    He turns and walks away from me, leaving me shocked in the doorway. It’s been weeks since the night everything happened between us, and since that morning he hasn’t mentioned anything about it, even if his innuendos are ruthless. Everything was sorting itself out. Well, for the most part. Lynsey’s words of wisdom float through my head every time I see him and make me wonder if it was just a drunken mistake, or if what he gave me is something I actually need. I’m still unsure.
    It takes longer for us to find parking and make our way into the stadium than it did to get here. No one can say this town isn’t supportive of our teams. The place is crowded and excited energy floats through the air as I lean over the fence and holler at Gunnar. It takes a few tries to get him to hear me over the screaming people behind me, but when he turns and finds me, he smiles and heads over. When he grips my face to kiss me, his hands are shaking from nerves. All he’s talked about since he was made head coach was not letting the city down like the last coach.
    Gunnar smiles against my lips before pulling away. Yelling over the noise around us, he tells me he loves me before turning his attention to Dixon. “After the shit that happened last year between these team’s crowds, I don’t want her out of your sight.”
    “No worries, man, I won’t let her ass out of my sight,” Dixon shouts back.
    Stepping up next to me, his fingers lace with mine as he pulls me against him. Those words never used to hit me like they do right now, and hopefully I can hide the fact that my entire body just lit up like a firecracker. My hands tremble as Dixon’s thumb begins to trace over the pulse point on my wrist. He knows what he’s doing to me and I don’t even have to open my mouth. Asshole. Why the hell is he doing this shit here of all places?
    Gunnar leans back toward me and I force myself to calm down. He gets his good luck kiss and thankfully heads back to the team before he notices anything is wrong with me. Dixon drags me behind him, looping his arm over my shoulder as we start walking up the bleachers.
    Leaning down, he presses his lips against my ear without stopping. “In that fuckin’ skirt, Kennedy, I plan to stick to my word and not let your ass out of my sight. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you wore it just to taunt me.”
    Wide-eyed, I turn and stare at him. He’s close enough that I could just lean in and kiss him, and based on the look in his eyes, that’s exactly what he wants. If it weren’t for the thousands of people around us, and the fact that my husband could turn around and see, I would. I have no idea what the hell is going on between