practicing all summer, but he let me run
some drills and decided to give me a shot. I can’t miss any practices and I
might be benched the first couple of games or so, but if I do good in practice,
I’ll get to play. Maybe even start before the end of the season.”
“Good.” This was great news, actually. Scott loved playing
football, and as much as they’ve moved around, it’d been one of the few
constants in his life. Plus, it helped him make friends faster at new schools
since teams fostered that brotherly connection. “Just get me your practice and
game schedule, so I can make sure I’m off work.”
“Already on the fridge,” he said as he hopped up. He rinsed
his plate before putting it in the dishwasher. “I’ll see you tonight. I’m
riding to school with Chad.”
“Okay, honey. I love you.”
“Love you too.” He paused and looked back at her. “You sure
you’re okay, Mom?” He frowned.
“Yes,” she said with mock exasperation.
He nodded with a crooked smile before leaving. She could
tell he didn’t quite believe her but was smart enough not to press the issue.
Xan took a deep breath as she looked unseeingly at the
kitchen. She was a grown-ass woman who wasn’t even fooling her teenaged son.
She needed to get it together. And she would.
Starting right now.
She grabbed her purse and got into her rental. The fact she
didn’t have to be at work for almost an hour didn’t register until she was
almost at the clinic. She was thinking she could just drive around to help
clear her head until it was time to be at work, but then she heard a loud
rumbling in the distance over the hill, distracting her from her thoughts. As
the noise got closer, she saw a broad man with long blond hair tied at his
nape, wearing sunglasses and driving a Harley, and her heart stopped. Brody.
The man was sex on a stick, and she just wanted to eat him
up. She’d be all too happy to gorge herself on him. Where was her mortification
now? And where the hell was her resolve to get her shit together? One look at
him and she was a puddle of horny goo.
As he passed her, his head followed her for those brief
seconds, and she could feel his blue eyes burning into her, even though she
couldn’t see them. She shouldn’t have every golden fleck in his sapphire eyes
memorized. Her body shook in that suspended moment in time, and all she wanted
to do was pull over, rip off her clothes and jump his big, scary bones.
She watched him in her rearview mirror until he was over the
next incline and out of sight.
Okay, starting now she would get her shit together.
Yeah, she was hopeless. She needed chocolate.
* * * * *
Brody watched Xan pass by, feeling like the biggest prick in
the county. Why the hell had he told her to stay away from him? As if it were
all her fault they were kissing. Hell, he was two seconds shy of throwing her
down on the exam table and fucking her into submission. Her breathy moans and
shy little hands damn near brought him to his knees. He’d never been that
turned-on, that fast before. And he’d screwed up royally. A night of getting
drunk couldn’t undo the fuckup at the doctor’s office. He’d know. He had the
hangover from hell to prove it.
She was getting to him on a personal level, and he didn’t
understand why. All he knew was that his control was slipping, and before long,
he wouldn’t be able to define the word, much less be able to exert it.
The one good thing about his visit with Jack Daniel’s last
night was the realization he had to do his part to stay away from her, and that
didn’t mean by telling her to stay away from him. No, he had to tell his boss
he’d recognized her from his past and hope the boss man would show some
understanding and forget about Brody having to get close to her. He could do
his job just as efficiently by shadowing her. Well, except for last night.
Fuck, he hoped Colonel didn’t have one of the other guys following him, making
sure he was staying on her
some drills and decided to give me a shot. I can’t miss any practices and I
might be benched the first couple of games or so, but if I do good in practice,
I’ll get to play. Maybe even start before the end of the season.”
“Good.” This was great news, actually. Scott loved playing
football, and as much as they’ve moved around, it’d been one of the few
constants in his life. Plus, it helped him make friends faster at new schools
since teams fostered that brotherly connection. “Just get me your practice and
game schedule, so I can make sure I’m off work.”
“Already on the fridge,” he said as he hopped up. He rinsed
his plate before putting it in the dishwasher. “I’ll see you tonight. I’m
riding to school with Chad.”
“Okay, honey. I love you.”
“Love you too.” He paused and looked back at her. “You sure
you’re okay, Mom?” He frowned.
“Yes,” she said with mock exasperation.
He nodded with a crooked smile before leaving. She could
tell he didn’t quite believe her but was smart enough not to press the issue.
Xan took a deep breath as she looked unseeingly at the
kitchen. She was a grown-ass woman who wasn’t even fooling her teenaged son.
She needed to get it together. And she would.
Starting right now.
She grabbed her purse and got into her rental. The fact she
didn’t have to be at work for almost an hour didn’t register until she was
almost at the clinic. She was thinking she could just drive around to help
clear her head until it was time to be at work, but then she heard a loud
rumbling in the distance over the hill, distracting her from her thoughts. As
the noise got closer, she saw a broad man with long blond hair tied at his
nape, wearing sunglasses and driving a Harley, and her heart stopped. Brody.
The man was sex on a stick, and she just wanted to eat him
up. She’d be all too happy to gorge herself on him. Where was her mortification
now? And where the hell was her resolve to get her shit together? One look at
him and she was a puddle of horny goo.
As he passed her, his head followed her for those brief
seconds, and she could feel his blue eyes burning into her, even though she
couldn’t see them. She shouldn’t have every golden fleck in his sapphire eyes
memorized. Her body shook in that suspended moment in time, and all she wanted
to do was pull over, rip off her clothes and jump his big, scary bones.
She watched him in her rearview mirror until he was over the
next incline and out of sight.
Okay, starting now she would get her shit together.
Yeah, she was hopeless. She needed chocolate.
* * * * *
Brody watched Xan pass by, feeling like the biggest prick in
the county. Why the hell had he told her to stay away from him? As if it were
all her fault they were kissing. Hell, he was two seconds shy of throwing her
down on the exam table and fucking her into submission. Her breathy moans and
shy little hands damn near brought him to his knees. He’d never been that
turned-on, that fast before. And he’d screwed up royally. A night of getting
drunk couldn’t undo the fuckup at the doctor’s office. He’d know. He had the
hangover from hell to prove it.
She was getting to him on a personal level, and he didn’t
understand why. All he knew was that his control was slipping, and before long,
he wouldn’t be able to define the word, much less be able to exert it.
The one good thing about his visit with Jack Daniel’s last
night was the realization he had to do his part to stay away from her, and that
didn’t mean by telling her to stay away from him. No, he had to tell his boss
he’d recognized her from his past and hope the boss man would show some
understanding and forget about Brody having to get close to her. He could do
his job just as efficiently by shadowing her. Well, except for last night.
Fuck, he hoped Colonel didn’t have one of the other guys following him, making
sure he was staying on her
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