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“I was rushed into the OR for internal bleeding. They said it took a long time to make me stable and that I’m lucky to be alive.”
Her smile is soft but sad, and I know there’s something she’s left out of her story. But I won’t press because I’ve done enough prying for one night.
“I’m sorry that happened to you.” She shrugs one naked shoulder, the movement lifting her breast, tempting my lips and tongue.
Again.
“It was a long time ago, and my concerns at the time were for my sister and whether or not I’d be able to play soccer again.”
“How are things with your sister now?” I ask, knowing that Sydney Hart has more than made a name for herself on an international stage playing tennis.
“Strained,” she admits. “I never blamed her for the accident, and she never stopped blaming herself for what happened.”
Nessa doesn’t look at me as she says it but I feel the magnitude of it all the same. She’s dominated soccer for yearsnow, so by all accounts she made a full recovery. If that were the end of the story, Sydney wouldn’t have any reason to still feel guilty.
Whatever it is weighs down on us like an untouchable force, but after everything we’ve shared tonight, I won’t let the somberness be what we remember.
Moving between her legs, I watch as amusement replaces the darkness in her eyes.
“Whatcha doin’, Sheriff?”
“I do believe I promised to lick this sweet pussy until you were too tired to move.”
She grins, making a show of resting her legs over my shoulders one at a time, my face nestled between her thighs. “Well, get to it then.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
30
NESSA
“Mornin’, Miss Hart,” Coach Turner says far too brightly for a Monday morning. Strangely, I don’t hate it.
Sheriff Jensen Kade is, undoubtedly, the reason for it—that, his magical penis, and the countless number of orgasms he bestowed on me since our late-night encounter in the bathroom.
I’d thought the first couple were simply him putting on a good show for me, giving me his best performance.
A one and done.
But the bastard had somehow made it better every time he’d managed to get me naked.
Or partially naked.
And it had been glorious.
“Morning, Coach, have a nice weekend?” I manage without completely stumbling over the greeting.
“Sure did, and yourself?” he asks as Lana sets a cup of coffee in front of him and gives me a smile. He thanks her and pulls a packet of sugar from his drawer, the paper crinkling as he tears it.
“It was great. I got to see the lights over at Darling Farms and met a few of Jensen’s friends.”
Coach’s lips twitch as he stirs his coffee.
“Hell of an athlete, that one.”
“You were here when he went to school?”
“Sure,” he muses, leaning back in his chair. “I’d still been pretty new back then but bein’ in a town like this—everyone watched these kids grow up. You see the same crowd at the high school games that you do at the college ones.”
