I roll up the bottom of my own pants to my thigh so she can see how fucked up my knee and calf are. The surgeon did his best, but I had multiple infections set in, so the scar tissue is raised and puckered in some areas because I had to have additional surgeries.
“Oh, Jett, that had to hurt like hell,” she murmurs, moving closer, then crouching when she’s directly in front of me. I hold my breath as her hand lightly traces the scars that have lightened with age, but are still noticeable.
“It still swells from time to time,” I admit. “Mostly when I do too much on the field with the boys. That’s when I dig out my compression brace.”
“But that doesn’t stop you, which is another reason you’re such an honorable coach,” she replies, standing.
“If you say so. I just try to teach them everything I was taught.”
“It’s made you a good man,” she states. “I’m going to grab a bottle of water, would you like one?”
“I’ll get them, you go ahead and crawl into bed, sweetheart.”
“If you’re sure.”
“Positive, Sunday. Now scoot.”
Her giggles follow me as I head out of the bedroom toward the kitchen to retrieve our waters. I’m hoping I can calm my dick down but realize it might be an impossible task since I’ll soon be in the bed with her nearby.
Chapter Eleven
Sunday
While I wait for him to return, I try to calm my nerves at the fact that Jett Blake is in my home, soon to be in my bed with me no less. Never in my wildest dreams could I have predicted how this date would go, that’s for sure. But thanks to a reckless driver, a cold front that’s causing freezing temperatures, and the fact his house is shrouded in darkness until the transformer is replaced, something I never dreamed would happen is soon to become a reality.
I can’t help the giggle that emerges when I see him striding through the door, both kittens following behind him like little stalkers. As he sits down on his side of the bed, they jump up and immediately start wrestling, making him chuckle as he hands me my water. I watch him slide beneath the covers while sipping some water before placing the bottle on the nightstand.
“So, I was thinking,” he starts, rolling over to face me, his head propped up on his hand.
“About?”
“You. Me. Us.”
“What conclusion did you come up with?” I ask. I’m tempted to hold my breath, but he smells so delicious, I realize I can’t and don’t want to.
“We both have a past which has given us excess baggage. I’m willing to unpack mine with your help, Sunday, and hope you’re willing to do the same with me at your side. We’re stronger together, don’t you think? The badass Navy medic, and the former pro football player?”
His earnest face has me biting back my smile; it’s endearing because I know we’ve each got our own demons, but what he says makes sense.
“You mean the ER nurse, and the hot high school football coach?” I tease, moving closer. “You know the downside to your power being out?” I ask. When he shakes his head, I continue. “I was looking forward to you bringing me home, because I was going to let you kiss me before you left.”
“Well, instead of goodbye, how about good night?” he murmurs, his voice husky.
I pretend to think about it, although in my head, it’s a no-brainer. “I think that would work just as well.”
His hand cups my cheek as he leans in closer. As his lips ghost over mine lightly, and I sigh, moving my hand over his shoulder to curl around his neck. When he deepens the kiss, I completely surrender, eager to get a taste of something I’ve always wanted.
Long minutes pass as our lips stay locked, until we eventually break apart, both of us breathless. With his forehead pressed against mine, he whispers, “Good night, Sunday. Sweet dreams.”
“Good night, Jett. I’m sure they will be with you here.” He turns out the light on his nightstand, prompting me to switch off mine too, grinning like a lunatic as the room plummets into darkness.
Once I turn onto my side, he moves closer, throwing his arm over my waist so he’s snuggled into my back. I feel him kiss my shoulder as he settles in and before long, the steady rhythm of his breathing lets me know he’s fallen asleep.
I wake up the next morning, and can feel his erection pressed into my low back and ass. Feeling feisty, I wiggle it lightly into his erection, until a gentle swat lands on my skin. “Keep it up, Sunday, and you’ll get more than you’ve bargained for,” his husky voice warns. “Been lying here, breathing your scent in for an hour now, trying not to be impulsive and act on how I’m feeling.”
“What if I want you to?” I ask, feeling bold since I’m still facing away from his line of sight. His arm bands tightly around my waist, wrapping me in his embrace like he’s afraid I’m going to move. I’m somewhat surprised, simply because Jonas wasn’t a cuddler, so I’m not used to the intimate act, but apparently, my subconscious was perfectly fine having Jett spooning me the whole night.
I hear the hitch in his breath at my brazen words. Is he surprised I’m being so forward? Or regretting what he said. Doubt starts to crowd my mind until I find myself whipped around, so I’m flat on my back with him hovering over me.
“Do you?” he questions, his eyes dark and dilated with desire.
Slowly nodding, I verbally respond as well. “Yeah, I do, Jett,” I whisper before his lips crash onto mine.
The passion that’s been simmering all night long while we slept ignites, and I find myself moaning as his hands lightly skate over my body while we continue to kiss. My blood heats, my core clenches, and I realize I’ve found the missing piece that’s been hiding when it comes to physical intimacy.
Jett.
He makes the difference as he undresses me, dropping kisses and touches along each section of exposed skin. His touch has me writhing, and I can feel how wet I am every time I twist my legs. As I watch my pajamas sail over the side of the bed, I grin up at him and say, “Seems one of us has too many clothes on now.”
His chuckle is earthy, before he pulls his shirt over his head, doing that crazy move only men seem to know how to do. I gasp, seeing his well-formed chest on display, each ab delineated as if it was carved from stone. He has a smattering of chest hair; not too much and not too little, which has me raising my hands to run across his pecs, causing his nipples to pebble, much like my own have already done.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Sunday,” he murmurs, staring down at me with heat in his eyes. I roll my eyes at him, and he lightly tickles my side, causing me to squirm. “You are and always will be that way through my eyes.”
“Still too many clothes,” I tease, my eyes honed in on his straining erection. He’s bigger than I’ve ever had, which isn’t saying much since Jonas is the sum total of my experience, and I briefly wonder if he’s going to fit, then decide it doesn’t matter.
If I die while we’re making love, I’ll go happy and that’s that.
When he stands up after getting off the bed, I’m treated to a sight that has me praying this is the first of many times we’re together like this; his toned, tanned physique, slightly trembling, with a hardon that’s jutting toward me.