Page 35 of The Comeback

“Yes, I did MMA for a couple of years in high school.”

“Oh….” She purrs. “That sounds hot as fuck. Yes, brush up on your skills. But my family will be fine.” She pauses for a second. “Well…. They might bust your balls for dating me because they don’t see a good reason for a man to be interested in me.”

“I can think of lots of reasons.” I run the tip of my index finger over her nipple, along her abdomen, and down to the curls above her clit. “Lots and lots of reasons.” I lean down and nuzzle her neck as I slip my finger between her folds.

“That feels so good,” she whimpers and spreads her thighs wider, tipping her pelvis upward. “I love the feel of your fingers teasing my pussy.”

“God….” I shudder. “I love hearing you say the word pussy. It makes me hard as a rock.”

“Well, you’re in luck because my wet pussy loves your hard as a rock cock.”

“Fuuuuck.” I slip two fingers into her hot core and gently stretch and fill her hole.

The sensation of her walls sucking and pulling at my digits makes my brain fuzzy with desire. Even though we’ve not known each other long, I feel an intense connection to her, surpassing anything I’ve ever experienced. Hell, I was with my ex for months and never felt this close to her. Granted, holding a conversation with her consisted of hair care products, moisturizers, and plastic surgery appointments.

Charlotte is a real woman with hopes and dreams. So, what if they don’t include me? Or someone like me. I’m persistent, if nothing else. She’ll quickly forget that a football player isn’t on her agenda.

As a matter of fact, in about five minutes, she’s going to beg for a football player to make all her fantasies come true. And if he doesn’t, she will climb on top of him and make her own dreams a reality.

Chapter Eighteen

Friday

Weston

The sound of grunting and loud rock music fills the weight room as I lift the barbell over my head, holding it for ten seconds and then lowering my arms until the pipe rests a few inches above my chest.

I count in my head and raise the weight again. The muscles in my biceps, upper arms, and chest tighten and flex in time with my movements. One benefit of my injury was the increased focus on my upper body strength. I would have to say that Charlotte is reaping the benefits. Visions of our entwined bodies take root in my brain, distracting me from the monotony of weight training.

Five minutes later, I lower the bar onto the holder with a clank and raise into a seated position. Knox sits across from me with his elbows on his knees. I arch my eyebrows. “What’s up?” If she’s wrong about her family being okay with us dating, I’m screwed.

“Mom says Charlotte called and invited you to Sunday dinner.”

“Is that a problem?” He’s mistaken if he thinks I’m going to walk away. I’m not.

“What are your intentions?”

“Why? Are you her dad?” I tip my chin up, and my chest puffs out.

Several feet from us, Devin and Gunner are chatting while lifting weights. I’m not seeing Knox and me bonding like that. Of course, it probably helps that they were best friends before Devin started dating Gunner’s sister.

“No.” He jerks his head from one side to the other, causing it to pop. “Are you?”

One corner of my mouth rises into a smirk. “Not yet, but I’m not opposed to it if she’s into that kind of thing.”

“Pervert.” He straightens his back, stands, and moves into my space. “I didn’t recommend you train with my sister so you could screw her.”

I raise up, mimicking his stance. “I’m not taking advantage of Charlotte. I like her. A lot.”

“She doesn’t date football players. She doesn’t want to put her kids through what we went through. Not that our lives were bad, but she hated moving schools and making new friends.”

“Well, she’s dating me. And while I play football, it’s not my identity.” We aren’t getting married and starting a family tomorrow. Besides, it takes nine months to make a baby, so I’ll be retired before the kid starts kindergarten.

Stop. Let’s not put the baby carriage before the second date. But our second date is dinner with her family. My palms are sweating. God, I’m going to throw up. We need to slow this down.

Okay. I need to slow this down. Nothing says she’s picking out baby clothes and marching me down the aisle.

“Just remember. She values stability over everything else.”

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