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Authors: Alexandra O'Hurley

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Oh, you haven’t even begun
to see my best,” he answered.

She looked up at him and laughed
again. “You’ve nearly killed me over and over again, and now you
tell me there’s more?”


Let’s go upstairs and I
can show you some more,” he whispered against her forehead before
pulling her closer. He walked to the edge of the pond and climbed
out, Taylor still wrapped around his body.

She clung to him, only pushing his
cock deeper. “I want more,” she whispered.

The double meaning to her words struck
him. “More?”


More of this. More of
you,” she answered. “I can’t fight how I feel anymore.”

Rhett knew he’d finally won the
battle. “You can have all you want, baby.”

Epilogue

 

Six months
later…

 

Taylor watched the on-screen
commentary as she sat beside Jennings in his living room, the game
gearing up behind the announcers. The two men on the TV had been
yapping away as she drowned out the sound—until the topic of Rhett
came up.

Just when we thought he
was slipping, Rhett Banes has proven himself yet again. The move to
Houston seems to have lit a fire under him.

That’s right, Joe. He’s
been on fire for sure, connecting with an unprecedented amount of
throws so far this season. I don’t know what changed between last
season and this one, but whatever it was could be called
miraculous. He’s playing at his best. No, I take that back, he’s
playing better than his best and it’s wonderful to
watch.

Indeed. And with the
improvements the defense has made, I can really see this team
making it all the way.

Excitement at that thought filled her
with hope, and not just because she was a Houston fan. Rhett was
playing great ball and she was happy for him. If he kept it up, the
team would deserve a chance at the Lombardi trophy. She fidgeted
beside her brother, cradling the longneck bottle in her hand,
hoping Rhett would have a good night again tonight. Her beer was
probably growing warm as she was solely focused on the screen. It
was the first away game she hadn’t been able to go to, and it now
felt odd to be sitting at home to watch. Rhett had promised to give
her a sign somewhere through the game to let her know he was
thinking of her. He didn’t tell her what it was, but said she’d
know it when she saw it.


You think you can sit
still? You’re gonna shake this couch so much I’m going to end up
seasick,” Jennings barked.


Yeah, well, get ready for
me to jump, holler, and scream at the TV.”

Jennings grumbled. “And that’s any
different than the jumping, hollering, and screaming you do any
day?”

Taylor punched his brother in the arm.
She looked over at him and a question formed in her mind, one she
didn’t know how to broach so she might as well just have at it. “Do
you ever wonder what might have happened if your knee hadn’t blown
out?”

Jennings stared at the screen and took
a sip of beer. She sensed the answer wasn’t easy for him, and she
wondered if she’d butted in where she didn’t belong.


Of course I wonder. I was
supposed to be out there with Rhett, snapping those balls for him.
It was all I ever wanted to do. Make it to the big
game.”

Taylor slipped a hand between the
cushions of the couch and pulled out a file she’d brought along and
hadn’t been sure she’d give it to him. She silently handed it to
her brother.


What’s this?” he asked as
he took it from her.


Now that Rhett helped me
get a job with the Houston organization, I’m privy to new
treatments to help sports injuries for the players. There’s a
surgery out there that could potentially heal that knee of yours.
And there’s also a physical therapist the team uses who they say is
a miracle worker. She helped Dimano get back on the field in no
time flat after his last injury, and it was twice as bad as what
you did to your knee.”

Jennings opened the folder and peered
inside. “But the knee works fine for me now. I might not be able to
play football, but I can manage.”


But what if you
could
play football
again?” Taylor asked.

Jennings laughed. “I’m almost thirty
and haven’t played in almost a decade. It’s too late for
me.”


You can do anything you
set your mind to,” she said. “So it’s a long shot. You’re only
twenty-eight. The Ravens’ center just retired at thirty-six. You
still have time to live your dream, even if it’s only for a few
years.”

Jennings looked over at her and back
down at the folder. He closed it and smiled. “I love that you were
thinking of me, but it’s just too late.”

Taylor nodded. She wouldn’t push him.
Hopefully the seed she’d just planted would take root and he’d read
about the surgery. And if he didn’t, she’d have to remember it was
his life. Rhett had beaten that last bit into her head before he’d
flown out for the game. Right after he’d loved her all night long
to get her through the days without him. It wasn’t enough—her body
was already screaming for his touch again. And she missed sleeping
beside him in their bed. It had felt weird at first to have him
there, but now it felt weird not to have him there.

The teams scrimmaged on the field and
captured her attention away from her mind’s rambling. Excitement
flowed through her. When the camera found Rhett, she smiled. After
crossing every finger and toe, she wished him all the luck in the
world. Her gridiron gladiator called the play, took the ball, and
quickly threw a long pass at least sixty yards. Marshall, his
intended receiver, snatched the ball out of the sky and pulled it
in close to his body. As soon as his feet hit the turf, he spun and
ran past three defenders to cross the line.


Touchdown!” she screamed
and jumped from the couch. Beer sloshed over her hand and wet her
sleeve, but she didn’t care. She loved seeing her man in action.
“Less than a minute into the game! He is amazing!”


Yeah, you didn’t say that
when he was playing on the other team.”


He wasn’t mine when he was
playing on the other team,” she shot back.


You know, it looks good on
you,” Jennings said.


What’s that?”


Love,” he said before
taking a drink of his beer.

Taylor froze for a moment. Love? Was
that what she felt? She thought about it for a moment, uncertainty
swelling through her.

As soon as the camera found
him again, he had his hand on his heart, which he patted twice
before pointing to the camera.
Her
sign.
She was smiling like an idiot at that
point, so glad she’d sacked her quarterback.

Yeah, she loved him alright. And she
planned to show him how much when he flew back home.

 

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

 

Alexandra recently turned the dreaded
forty while her teenager legally became an adult—all in the same
year. Those events have added more gray hairs into her head. She
uses most of her writing income on bad dye jobs and wine. Mostly
wine. (You should see her roots!)

 

Alex is a multi-published, bestselling
erotic romance author, despite her bad hair. Or maybe because of
it. When one doesn’t want to leave the house or wear a hat, one
stays home and writes.

 

Published since 2009, Alex writes all
over the genre map, be it Ménage, Paranormal, Historical,
Contemporary, or Sci-Fi Erotic Romances.

 

You can find more about
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