Page 43 of Tight End

I’ve never wanted to lick along a woman’s bare abdomen like I do right now.

I’m hanging on by a thread.

I want to peel those damn pants from her legs and bury myself in that tight pussy of hers while she keeps herself upright in this position. I want to test her control, and more than anything, I want another taste. She makes me feel like anaddict, a man on the verge of self-destruction, trying to get another hit.

But I won’t. I can’t.

Even though I want to more than I want to breathe.

“Oh, hey, Ryan.” June gracefully flits to the floor, giving me a smile that has me forgetting my own name.

I’m so fucked. “Hey there. Where’s Oliver?”

“My dad picked him up from day care today. He wanted to take him out for dinner.” Her eyes fly open and she gasps. “Did you hurt your leg during the game?”

I don’t remember walking into my living room, closing most of the distance between us, but here I am, so close I can touch her. And I apparently limped the whole way. “It’s nothing. I pulled my hamstring during practice today; it’s just a bit tight.” And that’s when everything else she said catches up and I’m thrown off-balance. “You watched the game?”

She glances to the floor, a pink hue spreading across her cheeks as she stands. “Oliver wanted to watch you play. He loved every minute of it.”

The image of the two of them in my place, on my couch, watching me play football does funny things to my insides. “You guys should come to the game Thursday.” It’s out before I can stop it, before I can make myself keep quiet. But damn. I do want them there. “It’s our first official game of the season. I can get you in the family box.”

She opens her mouth, snapping it closed almost immediately.

“You can bring your sister or a friend if you want. It would mean a lot to have Oliver there.” Am I desperate to have her and my son there on Thursday? Yes. Do I care? No.

“Okay. Poppy would love that, actually. She’s a fan of the uniforms.”

I think June is, too, but I’m a gentleman, and I won’t point it out.

“I can get some game pictures for your new Instagram too.”

“That would be good. Great.”

“Do you want me to help you stretch? We can introduce you, and maybe I can have us running through some post-training stretches? It would be great for my page. Unless you changed your mind.”

I couldn’t want that less. Practice was grueling, and I don’t think a few stretches are going to make a shit of a difference. But June is looking at me like I hung the moon, and I can’t say no. I did tell her I’d help her with her business, and that’s a promise I intend to keep.

“Sure.” And that’s when I remember her camera propped up and possibly recording this whole interaction. “That’s not live, is it?”

“No.” She laughs, waving me off. “I usually record and edit before posting. Let me start a new one and we can get started.”

I glance down at my outfit—basketball shorts and a sleeveless Aces T-shirt—before my eyes swing back to her. As much as I like seeing her in those tight pants, I’m not sure I could fit into something like that. Nor do I want to. “Am I dressed okay?”

She looks at me, lingering on my arms, and I resist the urge to flex. Fine, I flex a little bit. “Yep. It’s perfect.”

June steps in front of me, I’m assuming to get her phone, but I have no idea. I can’t see anything. In fact, I’m not sure the neurons are firing properly in my brain. All I know is that her ass looks perfect. Supple. Tight. I want to grab it, spank it, possibly bite it, and not necessarily in that order. I’ve neverconsidered myself an ass man, but, well, safe to say that’s changed.

As she bends over, my dick rises, and there is nothing I can do to get this untimely boner to go down—not when all I want to do is grab her hips and sink into her gorgeous body.

She’s back much too soon, tapping away on her phone and holding it in front of us. I’m going to have an erection on camera.

“You ready?”

No. “Sure am.”

Her smile grows, lighting up her whole face, and my dick twitches.Thanks, buddy. Don’t need the reminder. I know you’re here and you’re about to make this real fucking awkward.

“Hey, everyone. I want to introduce you to my friend, Ryan Devlin. You may recognize him from Nashville’s football team, the Aces.”

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