JT had made to Mandy. Most people had thought that JT was too tough or macho to make such a romantic gesture. He had proven to be very much in love with his woman, and had retired at the end of that season so as not to be away from his new family.
Pippa had spent a lot of time hanging out with Caitlin’s brother, Riley. Caitlin had been the sole carer for Riley back then, as their parents had been tragically killed in a car accident. Riley had been quite a lot of fun, for an eleven-year-old boy. The fact that Rookie had seemed to have a soft spot for Riley and had spent time with him had also worked well for Pippa. It would be great to see the now grown-up Riley again.
Maybe Cassie was right—she should just move on, make the most of her opportunities, get on with her life. Forget Mitch Harris.
Easier said than done. Like I haven’t already tried that one!
“Hey, can I be your plus-one to the party? Wouldn’t mind getting up close and personal with some prime Aussie beefcake, and I don’t work for the Jets,” Cassie said, wiggling her eyebrows at Pippa.
Pippa was very thankful to have such a supportive friend. Everything Cassie had said made sense.
“Sure you can, Cass. Hey, I need all the moral support I can get. And thanks for the pep talk.”
“Don’t even mention it, Pip, that’s what we do for each other. I’ve got your back, partner.” Cassie spoke the last words in a deeper voice, trying to imitate a Western gunslinger. It was such a bad impersonation that Pippa could not deny the smile that forced its way to her lips.
* * * *
After the day she’d had and the emotional replay of it to Cassie, Pippa was wiped out. She could not face the thought of food and so—after making excuses to Cassie about being tired and needing a good night’s sleep to face the next day, and after a quick shower—she took herself off to bed.
She tried to not obsess over Rook, but every time Pip closed her eyes it was his face she saw. First the face that had hovered over her during their mating, those silver eyes hungry for her, which was quickly replaced by today’s Rook—the look of horror on his face and in those eyes as she had been introduced to the team and he’d realised her deceit. So it was not surprising that he filled her dreams.
As was the usual case, Pippa’s dreams began back in the garden of her childhood home, the place where she’d discovered what true humiliation felt like. Although in Pip’s dreams, the story sometimes changed.
“Rookie, it’s me, Phillipa. Where are you?” she whispered in the darkness, until Rookie’s form stepped out from the shadows.
“I’m over here, beautiful. I’ve been waiting for you all night.”
Pippa raced to him and threw her arms around his neck, and Rookie lifted her up and swung her around, like in some cheesy movie scene. “Kiss me,” he said. His lips closed in on hers and the feeling was so good, so unbelievably sweet that Pippa melted in his arms.
The dreams always started this way…
Rookie’s hands roamed over Pippa’s body, warmth radiating from his touch, leaving her skin burning with desire. She always wanted more. He cradled her breast, rubbed his palm over her now distended, sensitive nipple. “My God, I want you so much…every time I see you, I just want to have you,” he whispered in her ear. The words she longed for him to say, the words that made her want to give him everything.
“Take me, Rookie. I’m yours…always,” she replied breathlessly, panting.
Rookie laid her gently down on a blanket that seemed to miraculously appear from nowhere. “Take your top off for me, beautiful. Let me see those lush breasts of yours.”
And Pippa did. She bared her breasts for him to see—only him.
“They are the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen, and the feel of them is so fucking amazing,” he said.
Rookie touching her was heavenly as an arc of pleasure raced from her nipple down past her clenching tummy, making
Pippa had spent a lot of time hanging out with Caitlin’s brother, Riley. Caitlin had been the sole carer for Riley back then, as their parents had been tragically killed in a car accident. Riley had been quite a lot of fun, for an eleven-year-old boy. The fact that Rookie had seemed to have a soft spot for Riley and had spent time with him had also worked well for Pippa. It would be great to see the now grown-up Riley again.
Maybe Cassie was right—she should just move on, make the most of her opportunities, get on with her life. Forget Mitch Harris.
Easier said than done. Like I haven’t already tried that one!
“Hey, can I be your plus-one to the party? Wouldn’t mind getting up close and personal with some prime Aussie beefcake, and I don’t work for the Jets,” Cassie said, wiggling her eyebrows at Pippa.
Pippa was very thankful to have such a supportive friend. Everything Cassie had said made sense.
“Sure you can, Cass. Hey, I need all the moral support I can get. And thanks for the pep talk.”
“Don’t even mention it, Pip, that’s what we do for each other. I’ve got your back, partner.” Cassie spoke the last words in a deeper voice, trying to imitate a Western gunslinger. It was such a bad impersonation that Pippa could not deny the smile that forced its way to her lips.
* * * *
After the day she’d had and the emotional replay of it to Cassie, Pippa was wiped out. She could not face the thought of food and so—after making excuses to Cassie about being tired and needing a good night’s sleep to face the next day, and after a quick shower—she took herself off to bed.
She tried to not obsess over Rook, but every time Pip closed her eyes it was his face she saw. First the face that had hovered over her during their mating, those silver eyes hungry for her, which was quickly replaced by today’s Rook—the look of horror on his face and in those eyes as she had been introduced to the team and he’d realised her deceit. So it was not surprising that he filled her dreams.
As was the usual case, Pippa’s dreams began back in the garden of her childhood home, the place where she’d discovered what true humiliation felt like. Although in Pip’s dreams, the story sometimes changed.
“Rookie, it’s me, Phillipa. Where are you?” she whispered in the darkness, until Rookie’s form stepped out from the shadows.
“I’m over here, beautiful. I’ve been waiting for you all night.”
Pippa raced to him and threw her arms around his neck, and Rookie lifted her up and swung her around, like in some cheesy movie scene. “Kiss me,” he said. His lips closed in on hers and the feeling was so good, so unbelievably sweet that Pippa melted in his arms.
The dreams always started this way…
Rookie’s hands roamed over Pippa’s body, warmth radiating from his touch, leaving her skin burning with desire. She always wanted more. He cradled her breast, rubbed his palm over her now distended, sensitive nipple. “My God, I want you so much…every time I see you, I just want to have you,” he whispered in her ear. The words she longed for him to say, the words that made her want to give him everything.
“Take me, Rookie. I’m yours…always,” she replied breathlessly, panting.
Rookie laid her gently down on a blanket that seemed to miraculously appear from nowhere. “Take your top off for me, beautiful. Let me see those lush breasts of yours.”
And Pippa did. She bared her breasts for him to see—only him.
“They are the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen, and the feel of them is so fucking amazing,” he said.
Rookie touching her was heavenly as an arc of pleasure raced from her nipple down past her clenching tummy, making
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