Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
“You’re excused,” I lied through my teeth.
She smiled timidly, then raced off, her delicious breasts bouncing as she went.
Sweet Jesus. The way her ass swayed with each step had my mouth salivating.
When she was no longer in sight, I turned back to the coach to have him staring at me accusingly.
“Keep yours paws off my niece,” he growled at me.
I held my hands up in the air.
“I would never.”
He looked at my hands, moved to my face, and then went further down to the towel.
“Sure you wouldn’t,” he grumbled. “Get the fuck out.”
Needless to say, I got the fuck out.
Then went straight to a certain someone.
I had a few aches and pains that needed to be seen to.
***
I laid down flat on the bench and stretched my legs out in front of me.
My head rested on the flat padded pillow while my feet hung off the bottom.
“What can I do for you today, Mr. Peters?” Sway’s gentle voice cut into my thoughts.
I opened my eyes and nearly groaned.
Today she was wearing her jersey.
Usually, by this time in my evening, I was about two beers in, staring out over the lake with my feet kicked up on the balcony.
I lived off of Caddo Lake. My house was right off the water.
In fact, I was about as far out into the lake as I could be without having an actual houseboat.
Why I was here instead of at my place was beyond me, but I was here. I was horny. And I wanted Sway to come home with me.
Which might be the reason I was here acting like I was hurt and not at home with my beer.
“My leg feels like it’s being stabbed,” I pointed to my thigh where I’d caught a knee just below my groin.
She frowned and looked at it.
“Does it throb, or is it more of a constant sharp pain?” she asked. “Do you mind if I touch you?”
I shook my head, indicating my leg with my nod. “Feel free to touch all you want,” I murmured. “As for the pain, it’s more of a sharp pain.”
My dick, however, was throbbing.
Thank fuck for my compression shorts I had on underneath my knit shorts that I’d changed into once I’d left coach’s office.
“Did the ice bath help?” she questioned, placing her hand on my thigh.
My gut clenched in reaction to her hand being on my body, even if two articles of my clothing separated us.
“It did,” I nodded my head. “But now that I’m not in there anymore, it’s aching a lot more.”
I wasn’t talking about my leg at this point.
No, we were in dick territory now, and I wasn’t quite sure how to extricate myself from the situation I found myself in.
I was already covering up my dick with my hand.
There was absolutely no way that she would miss it if I stood up.
“Show me where it hurts,” she held out her hand for me to take.
Coach’s niece. Coach’s niece. Coach’s niece.
I chanted the words as she felt me up.
I reluctantly took her hand, and I had to clear my throat to cover the groan at the feel of her hand in mine.
It was so soft, and it would feel perfect wrapped around my cock.
“Listen,” I started to sit up. “I forgot I had to tell Coach something…”
She rolled her eyes and pushed me back down when I went to sit up.
“You’re not moving until I inspect this sore spot.”
And she did just that.
Twenty minutes and a fucking massage on the inside of my thigh later, and I was practically sprinting to my truck.
Chapter 5
I speak fluent baseball.
-T-shirt
Sway
Screamer hit deep, Wang Hurt
I blinked at the headline.
“They did not write that in the paper,” I mumbled to myself, staring at the paper like something off of Punk’d.
“What are you mumbling about?” Ember asked from the seat beside me.
I tossed the paper into her lap, and she looked down.
It took her about fifteen seconds before she burst out laughing.
“Wang really is hurt,” I informed her. “He pulled a hamstring, and I expect him to be out for about five games.”
Ember looked over at me, a huge smile on her face.
“So, tell me more about Parts,” she ordered. “You told me that he was nice. Is that true?”
I thought about that for a moment. He was nice—to me.
He wasn’t nice to anyone else, though.
Not even other women.
“He’s nice to me,” I gave her. “But I’m not sure if that’s because he wants to get into my pants, or because he actually likes me.”
Ember grinned.
“He’s one of my favorites,” she smiled. “Did you know his brother, his twin, is a military contractor? That he used to be in the Air Force?”
My brows went up.
“No, I did not. How did you figure that out?” I asked suspiciously.
I knew everything there was to know about Hancock.