Twist of Fate by Louise, Tia (free ebook reader for ipad .txt) 📗

few ear-splitting seconds, it’s mixed, and he pours it into a tumbler. “With the way they’re developing these supplements, you’ll probably never have to worry about it.”

“Hope so.” I huff, not really believing it.

“So you turned them down.” His eyes narrow, and just like that, we dive into the shit.

“You know I’m no quarterback. They wanted J.R. for that position.”

“You’re right. John was a fool to turn down their offer. He let you down, too. If he’d taken the deal, they’d have offered you starting receiver. You two are a team, dynamite on the field, and you threw it all away.”

“It’s not what he wanted to do. It’s not what I want to do.” He makes a disgusted noise, but I’m not finished. “Do you know how many concussions NFL quarterbacks get? You know what that does to your brain?”

“When you’re that rich, you can afford the doctor bills. Hell, just look at all these retired guys doing commercials, hosting sports shows, making a killing. It’s a good life.”

“Not all of them are that lucky. J.R. wanted to be a dad. I’m going to Hollywood.”

“Hollywood.” He huffs a derisive laugh, and a flash of shame tightens my throat. “I’ll give you five minutes.”

“Thanks,” I mutter.

“Anybody can be a dad.”

“Not anybody can be a good dad.”

He sets down his drink. “Is that supposed to mean something?”

“It means what I said.”

Blue eyes level on mine. I’ve seen him make grown men pee their pants with that glare. I’m not feeling the urge.

He adopts a superior tone. “A good dad teaches you to stand on your own two feet. He prepares you for opportunity and helps you seize it when it appears.”

“Yeah, I get it. I was pretty naïve thinking you’d understand having a dream.” Setting my empty can on the bar, I’m ready to go.

“I had a dream. It was the dream I passed on to my boys. I had all the talent of you two combined, but once I blew out my knee it was over.” He rounds the bar. “This is a once in a lifetime chance. It’s not over for you.”

“This conversation’s over. See you around, Dad.”

His sharp reply follows me to the door. “If you turn your back on this offer and go to L.A., don’t come crawling back here when you fail.”

Don’t worry. I’m never coming back here.

Nine

Daisy

“Do geese see God?” Scout stands in the center of the master suite shirtless, half-used paint supplies scattered all around us.

I, by contrast, am down to my underwear and socks. “Wow.”

His head tilts to the side. “Seriously? Wow?”

“It counts! It’s a palindrome.”

I’m still not sure how he talked me into a game of strip palindrome. Actually, I do know. He could talk me into pretty much anything at this point. Ever since that massive orgasm in the ocean, and the following two, I’ve been in deep smit.

I walked around sore and achy from riding his cock all evening, then I dreamed about riding it all night. He held me in his arms, smiling down at me and smoothing my hair back with his fingers. It was fizzy and romantic, like a scene in a movie.

“Madam, I’m Adam.”

“Mom.”

“You already said Mom. Lose the bra, Sales.”

“I still have a sock left.” Pulling off my last sock, I dangle it like a striptease before tossing it to the side.

“Yeah, baby. Only two to go.”

“You’re really enjoying this.”

“Seeing a naked girl? Why yes. Yes, I am.” He grins at me. “Lonely Tylenol.”

“What the hell? How do you know all these?”

“I will never reveal my secrets. What you got?”

Sitting on the floor, I lean forward rubbing my closed eyes with my fingers. “What’s the one about Napoleon? Ere I saw Elba?”

A wicked grin curls his lips, and I flush with desire. “Final answer?”

“Final answer. You win.”

“Give me that bra.”

Pushing off the floor, I stand and walk slowly towards him, swaying my hips. When I reach him, I arch my back so my boobs lift. “Take it off me, champ.”

The grin on his lips turns hungry and his large hands slide around my body, finding the clasp. He leans down as the thin lace falls away and whispers at my ear, “Naomi, I moan.”

Shivers skirt down my arms, and I reach up to hold his cheeks as I stretch higher to find his mouth. Full lips consume mine. His tongue sweeps in, and his hands slide up my body, lifting my breasts and squeezing them, tweaking my nipples with his fingertips.

Hot wetness floods my core. I want him to fuck me so bad, I can barely think. It’s like he took the top off the bottle, and this genie is never going back inside. This genie wants to hump his brains out 24-7.

I slide my hand down the front of his pants, tracing my fingernails over his massive cock pressing against the denim. He groans, and I shiver remembering how I saw it for the first time. He walked out of the surf like Adonis emerging from the heavens, long, thick erection pointing right at me.

A thrilling thought crosses my mind, and I step back. “The winner should get a special reward.” Taking his hand, I lead him to a chair covered in a drop cloth and guide him to sit.

“This sounds good. I will allow it.”

I start to laugh as I lean forward to unfasten his pants. He fondles my breasts as he lifts his hips so I can pull them down. “Have I mentioned you have really great tits?”

“Thank you.”

The music is playing softly behind us, low and sexy. I’m in only my lace panties, which I wore specifically because I planned to rip his clothes off at some point today. He’s sitting in that chair with his cock hard and visible in his boxer briefs.

Holding my hands over my head, I rotate my hips in a circle, turning my back so my ass is in his face.

“Yeah, baby. Great little ass.” Large hands slide over my butt, and I lower to his