Page 70 of Sometimes You Fall

“I’m sorry. I know it’s not, I just…”

“It’s your fault I threw up that time, all right!” She points a finger at me. “You and your stupid, superhuman sperm.”

My laughter dies almost instantly and she stares at me, shocked. “Kinda makes you wonder if this was all meant to be, doesn’t it, Scottie?”

She freezes as we lock eyes. My heart is racing, waiting to see if she’ll make the first move, or if I should launch myself at her to kiss the shit out of her again.

Before either of us can move, Chase comes back into the kitchen freshly showered, burping obnoxiously loudly to signal his arrival. And I have to admit, I’m impressed. “Damn, that was good.”

Scottie blinks and the spell cast between us is broken. “Chase!” she admonishes.

“What?”

She stands from her chair, taking her food with her. “I taught you better manners than that.”

He rolls his eyes but listens to his mother. “Excuse me.”

“Thank you.”

After Chase washes his hands, he looks over at me. “Thanks for dinner, Grady.”

“You’re welcome.” The tightness in my chest dissipates a bit knowing that today was a huge turning point for us. When he heads back down the hall, Scottie yawns loudly. “Did you have a tiring day too?”

“I just cleaned while Chase was gone. The floors were disgusting, but now I’m kind of regretting doing all that work. My feet are killing me.”

I stand from my chair, tossing my container in the trash. “I can help you with that.”

“How?”

I wiggle my fingers in the air. “Remember, I offered foot rubs anytime.”

She bites her bottom lip in contemplation. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Grady.”

“Your feet hurt, and I have healing hands. Don’t overthink it, Scottie,” I say, gesturing for her to follow me into the living room. I sit on one side of the couch and she sits on the opposite end. I yank her feet into my lap, rubbing under her arch.

The moan she lets out is music to my dick. “Oh God, that feels good.”

“See? And you didn’t want this.”

She leans her head back on the arm of the couch and closes her eyes. I watch her eyelashes flutter and study the curves of her changing body as my hands move over the tops of her feet. She lets out little mewls of pleasure as I work over her arches, kneading and rubbing the muscles that she’s using to keep herself standing all day. And all of those sounds just remind me of our night together—her head thrown back in pleasure, the curse words leaving her lips as my cock hit her perfectly deep in her pussy, the way her nails dug into my back as she climaxed over and over.

God, I want this woman more than I’ve wanted anything in my life—even the chance to play baseball again.

“Grady?”

“Huh?” I say, oblivious to the fact that she was talking since my mind was otherwise occupied.

“I said thank you for today—for dinner and for this.”

“I told you, I’m here if you need anything.” I trail my fingers up her calf, moving closer to the inside of her knee and then just barely grazing her thigh.

I’ve read the books, I know that her hormones are running rampant, that her libido is about to spike and she’s going to need a release, or twenty. And if this woman won’t let me in emotionally, perhaps relating to her physically again will remind her of the connection between us, the connection that has always been there and she can continue to deny, but it won’t change anything.

We’ve already shared another kiss. There’s so much more that I can do to drive her wild before our inevitable reconnection.

Her pupils dilate, her breathing starts to get heavier, and then I put the final nail in the board as I dart my eyes to the space between her legs and say, “And I mean anything, Scottie. Fucking anything.”

Chapter thirteen

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