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My heart sinks as the words leave her mouth. So she is going. Maybe she’s right. It’s better this way because I don’t know if I can control myself if she does stay. Even now, all I want to do is rip those tight fucking yoga pants off her body and fuck her against my kitchen counter as I taste the sweat on her neck.

“I’m going to take a quick shower. Figured you needed to go pick Bodie up soon, so knocking this out first thing would not disturb any plans you had for the day.”

Bodie, shit.

I forgot I needed to let my mom know I’ll be by to get him in a little bit. It must have slipped my mind since I was too busy fantasizing about my dick inside that sweet pussy of hers.

She walks off before picking up the drink on my counter and handing it to me. “Enjoy the rest of your drink, Colt.”

Once she’s out of view, I dump the rest of the drink in the sink.

30

Colt

“People haven’t always been there for me, but music always has.” — Taylor Swift

“Now?” Abigail asks from the inside of her car. I give her a thumbs up, and she turns the key, only to be met with another failed attempt.

“Let’s try again.” She says.

I knew that the car wasn’t starting because either the battery was bad and needed to be replaced or she had some more significant issues. But she insisted on trying a few more times since she was stubborn. The engine dies each time we try, which is five times now.

“Shit.”

I hear her say.

I get out of my car and walk over to her.

“I can take you to your parent’s house if you need new clothes. It’s not a big deal. And we can come back and have my buddy look at it. He owns a car shop.”

“No, it’s fine,you’ve done enough. I’ll figure it out. Just take me back to my house.”

“Abigail, you don’t have to do this.”

“Do what?” She says with venom in her tone.

I know she thought she had to leave because I didn’t go all the way with her last night, and things would be awkward, but the truth is, I didn’t want to stop last night at all. The only reason why I did was I thought I was doing the right thing. If I ignored the consequences and gave in to my recklessness, I knew I couldn’t stop. I would have pleased her in ways I haven’t done in years. Don’t get me wrong, I loved going down on a girl, but I had to be into her. And I just haven’t been into any girl for a while.

Not even Naomi.

Jersey chasers were perfect at the beginning of my career, but I was so jaded after Blake's death that it was hard for me to fall in love, let alone think of a woman as something other than a means to provide a release for me. I was learning how to be an NFL player, a dad to Bodie, and deal with my brother's unexpected death, all within one year. Swooning women was the last thing on my plate.

“Pretend like you don’t need my help. It’s okay. I’m not going to hold it against you.”

“I don’t need your help. I’m fine. Besides, you need to get Bodie, just drop me off my parents. And I think I may still have Triple-A. I had it when I lived out in California. I’ll call them on the drive to my parent's house.

I stare at her. I’ve never met anyone, especially a young woman, who was so stubborn. I can see the turmoil in her facial expression. It’s seeping down to her core.

Why won’t she let me help her?

“Abigail-”

“I’ll grab my suitcase, and we can go.” She says, cutting me off. I watch her grab her bag in the back seat and pull it out. I open the back door to my truck.

“Here, let me,” I say, grabbing it from her and tossing it into the truck.

“Thanks. I really appreciate all you’ve done for me, but we both know I don’t belong here.”

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