Even The Playing Field | BOOK #1 IN THE PSU SERIES

thirty-seven

"It isn't even a religious thing—Blake is Blake just like Reese is Reese." He shrugs as I nod.

"Blake isn't nice to me," I admit while twirling my thumbs in my lap-looking down. Matti clears his throat. "He's protective over me, but I promise I'll talk to him." I raise my eyebrows as he chuckles. He pulls into his driveway, shuts off Camille, and hurries to open my door.

I hop out of the jeep and follow him up to the front door. His house was so tidy for having five rowdy boys inside of it. "What are you guys going to do whenever you move out?" I ask as he chuckles. "Another captain coach crowns, moves in." He smiles at me.

I walked up the stairs to enter his room, there was nothing better than Matti's bed. I walked over to the tempurpedic and laid down; an instant moan flew out of my mouth. Matti walked into the room at the same time, "Woah, baby. Calm it down." He says as I laugh.

I lay flat on the bed as I watched him walk around his room. I watch as he takes off his hoodie and shirt at the same time, pulling it off from the bottom. His back to me, his back muscles flexing.

I swallow.

He was hotter than fire.

But I knew he could be as cold as ice to me.

I needed to remain cautious towards him.

He walked into his bathroom and disappeared from my view. I looked up at the ceiling, his room was so bland. It was like he wasn't comfortable here, it wasn't home. He had no pictures, only trophies and the minimal medal. His room was always super tidy. White, grey, and blue were strung everywhere.

The large flatscreen at the bottom of the bed intimidated me.

That flatscreen could've paid for three semesters of my books for school.

"Matti!" I call out as I sit up on the bed, leaning back on my elbows, folding my legs towards my chest but not completely. He walks into the doorway, shirtless with a toothbrush in his mouth, toothpaste smeared around his lips.

He looks at me and nods before holding up one with his finger. He walks away and I hear the faucet turn on. I could use cold water—he has no right to look that good shirtless.

But it wasn't even him without clothing that made me attracted to him.

It was the fact that I saw him for who he really was. What he didn't let people see—I got to see. I knew a million others would kill to be in my position. He was just a regular Matti around me.

He made me my cereal for breakfast, he cracked jokes, he tucked me into bed, wrote me letters, sent me roses, helped me throw up.

Mattison Williams was adjusting for me to become a better person for me.

It was all I could ever ask for.

He walks back into view, entering the bedroom. His gray sweatpants hanging dangerously low, his chain resting on top of his chest. He walks over to the bed but decides to part my legs and lie directly on top of me.

He lets out a loud laugh as I wheeze.

"Big body on a small body." I squeeze my words out as he chuckles. Suddenly I'm rolled over. I wasn't on my back anymore, Matti was on his. I was sitting on top of him.

I looked down at him as he gazed at me from the bottom. His right arm reached up and tucked a piece of my long-brunette hair behind my ears. I blushed.

My hands rested on top of his stomach—his very toned, well built, stomach. It was getting hot in here.

"Why can't I have those?" I ask as he laughs. "If you want to wake up every morning to work out for six hours, be my guest princess." He says as he watches me trace in between the curved abs of his stomach.