Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 108124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
“I would never have left your brother, Levi. I loved him. But he betrayed me twice. And those are just the times I know of. His lying was the reason it didn’t work out. I can assure you it had nothing to do with his injury.”
His stare was penetrating. “I know that now.” Then he shook his head, seeming to snap out of it. “Anyway, this conversation is way too deep for nearly four in the morning. You’d better get some sleep before Alex wakes up.”
As much as I didn’t want to leave, I pretended to agree. “Yeah. I’d better.”
“Take the guest room,” he insisted.
“I injured you, remember? You need the comfortable bed.”
“Not up for negotiation, Presley. Take the bed.”
“Thank you.” I smiled.
“You’re welcome.”
As I turned around and headed to the room, I felt my entire body buzzing with desire. Hearing Levi say he wanted more than just sex with a woman made me want to have sex with him, if that made any sense. I was losing my mind. Then when I lay down in the guest bed, I immersed myself in his scent. His cologne had infiltrated the bedding where he’d been sleeping earlier.
Damn.
I tossed and turned in the sheets, moving my legs around and thinking about our time together in the kitchen—the way he’d demanded that I sit, the way he was looking at me, the way he so very directly asked me about sex. There was something so unapologetic about it all, and somehow I knew he would be the exact same way in bed. I suddenly imagined him bending me over his knee and smacking my ass so hard it burned.
What in the ever-loving fuck, Presley?
Somehow the thought of that led to me closing my eyes and imagining his naked body over me. He was physical perfection. I slipped my hand down my panties and began circling my clit as I imagined what his cock would feel like sinking into me. When I’d shined my flashlight on his crotch earlier, I’d gotten a clear view of his bulge. I could tell he was massive.
It took me all of one minute to give myself one of the most intense orgasms I’d had in ages. I continued to throb between my legs and wondered if I needed another round to calm down enough to sleep.
Panting, I wiped the sweat off my forehead.
You just got off thinking about Tanner’s brother. Real nice.
And damn it, I wanted to do it again.
Sitting across from him at breakfast tomorrow would be interesting.
CHAPTER 6
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Presley
“The coaches certainly didn’t look like that when we were in high school.”
I looked up to find my old friend Katrina walking up the bleachers toward me. We’d reconnected a few days ago when football camp started, and we realized our boys were the same age. It was nice to have someone to sit with.
“Hey, Kat.”
She sat down next to me, and we shielded our eyes with our hands as we looked down at the sideline of the field. Jeremy Brickson was using the hem of his T-shirt to wipe sweat from his forehead, revealing a glistening, tanned six-pack.
Kat sighed. “Last week I saw him at the gym. I couldn’t walk for two days after. You know the machine where you put the cushioned things on your shoulders and lift up and down while standing on the edge of the grate?”
“The calf machine?”
“Yeah, that’s the one. I was using it. I normally do two reps of six, but Jeremy was using the arm machine right across from me. Every time he lifted, he made this grunting sound. Between the bulge of his biceps and that grunt, it was better than porn. So I lost track of how many lifts I did and stayed on the machine for way too long. My calf muscles were in knots for days. I legit couldn’t walk.”
I laughed. “Oh no.”
“Totally worth it, though.”
“He seems like a really nice guy. Alex can’t stop talking about him when we get home. He calls him Brick. It’s really cute.”
“Yeah, I heard the other coach call him that, too. Of course, it totally escaped me that his last name was Brickson, and my mind automatically went to wondering if he had a brick in his pants.” She leaned forward and squinted. “I wish he’d wear tighter shorts so I could get a look at the outline.”
I shook my head and laughed. “You haven’t changed a bit since high school.”
“What? Like you weren’t wondering the same thing. A man that nice, who donates his time to coach football, and has a body like that… There’s got to be a catch. No one is the full package.”
My mind instantly flashed to Levi in his boxers last week, the night he fell out of the bed. Now that man had a very full package—one I’d thought about too often lately.