He brought two women home that night—the first time he ever broke his hotel-only cheating policy—and Topher found his dad in bed with them the very next morning.
I filed for divorce two weeks later.
Miracle of all miracles, Rick finally stopped putting up a fight.
“Mom?” Topher asks from beside me. “What are you going to do when we get to Kevin’s?”
I keep my gaze locked on the darkening road ahead of the car. “I’m going to bring Harry home.”
Our home.
At least until I figure out what’s going on with Heather Blackwater.
29
Dominic
The lights are on at Levi’s place when I pull into my driveway.
I look over at the two pizza boxes sitting on my passenger’s seat. Funny what a few weeks can do for a person’s mood when life isn’t taking a massive shit on you. Or maybe it’s got nothing to do with the universe playing nice and everything to do with playing nice with the sexy woman next door.
With only three days left to go until the calendar shoot, I’ve been all over London introducing myself to local business owners. Though my photography has always been reserved for mostly landscapes and architecture of the locations I’ve visited over the last four years, I’m strangely pumped up about trying something new.
And what I really want to see are the Wildcats playing ball all over the city.
In my head, it’s a fucking masterpiece. Players getting ready to hike the ball inside London’s infamous Cookies and Joe Diner that dates back to the 1950’s. In another shot, I want Harry, the football whisperer, in mid-throw at the base of the Ferris wheel down by the pier while Topher, seated on the Ferris wheel, pretends to catch the football. Maybe have Bobby and some of the D-men lined up on the beach, the sand kicking up as they move in formation.
The calendar may have started as a joke centered around me and my dick, but I’m running with the overall idea and thinking of ways that include both my team and London life.
I know not every kid will make the JV or varsity cut, but football—for me—gave me my first family. It’s a bond created not by blood but by common interests, and if I can do something to help these kids find that family . . . then, yeah, I’m gonna pull out all the stops.
Stops that included calling my old Sports 24/7 boss, Steven Fairfax, to see if he might be willing to run a special about the calendar and, on a much larger scale, high school football across the country.
And even though I hate the man’s guts for firing me, for something the network forced me to undertake, I’m thrilled he said yes.
Yes.
Three little letters that’ll guarantee we sell enough calendars that every kid on the team will be able to make the camping trip without needing to ask their parents for a dime.
I grab the celebratory pizza boxes, then jump out of my truck.
There’s a pep to my step as I head for Levi’s brick walkway. I have the entire weekend mapped out, including someone to do their hair. Not that any of the boys need a haircut, but, hey, maybe some of them will want one after I introduce them to Nick’s fiancée, Mina, who is a hairstylist down in Boston. Once I unloaded my plans on Nick, Mina happily agreed to come along and help out too.
Stepping onto Levi’s taco-themed welcome mat, I ring the doorbell and hang back, pizza boxes tucked under one arm.
“Coming!”
The door swings open a moment later, and, with a wide grin on my face, I lean my shoulder against the frame. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this, Coach,” I drawl.
Levi doesn’t laugh like I expect her to, though she does smile weakly when she takes in the pizza boxes. “Food?”
I quickly scope out the entryway above her head. No Topher. Not wasting a moment, I cradle her face with my free hand and lower my mouth to hers. Heat flares up within me, and it’s all I can do not to throw the pizza into the nearby hedges and kiss her the way I want to.
All-consuming, with her straddling my face while I feast on that hot pussy of hers.
My cock stiffens in my shorts.
Cursing under my breath, I pull back and touch my forehead to hers. “I have good news.”