Dear Jane by Ryan Kendall

Author:Ryan, Kendall
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kendall Ryan
Published: 2018-10-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Jane

The two most beautiful words in all of professional football: bye week, a.k.a. the one week of the season where our team doesn’t have a game on the schedule, a.k.a. sweet freedom. No traveling, drastically reduced hours on the practice field, and a chance for every player, trainer, manager, and coach to catch their breath and enjoy a little sanity in the midst of an otherwise insane season.

Yes, I love my job more than any sane person should, but that doesn’t mean I don’t need a break every once in a while. In past years, I’ve spent the entirety of this week plopped on my couch, interacting exclusively with the Thai food delivery guy and the host of whatever game show I’m binge-watching.

But this year is different. I’m trading in my extra-large order of pad Thai for an apple orchard date with Wes, and if things go the way I hope they will, an evening with him back at my place. The only way I’ll be spending any time on my couch tonight is if he and I don’t make it to the bedroom.

I don’t want to assume that we’ll have sex tonight, but based on the past few evenings Wes and I have spent together, I’m liking my odds. And truth be told, I haven’t been able to get the feel of his kiss out of my head, or the taste of the rest of him, for that matter. It’s like I have the world’s biggest sweet tooth, and Wes is made of pure sugar. The cravings are constant and relentless.

When I see Wes pull to a stop outside my building, I don’t give him the chance to come up. I race downstairs and meet him on the curb before he’s even made it to the door.

“Hey.” He smiles.

“Hi.” I grin back at him. Jeez, I feel a little light-headed in his presence. My belly tightens, and my heart starts to pound faster.

The crisp early October air nips at my cheeks as I swing open the passenger door and climb into his rental car. Wes climbs in beside me, and when he starts it up, the thumping beats of a rap song pump over the speakers. I recognize it as the same song we sang along to on the drive back from Walmart.

Well played, Chase.

“Nice song choice,” I say over the deep thumping bass.

He turns the volume down a few notches, his eyes doing a quick once-over of my legs in these skintight black jeans. “Damn. You look amazing.”

That’s the idea, big boy.

My cheeks flush, and I fist my fingers around the sleeves of my flannel shirt to keep from reaching over and grabbing him right here in broad daylight.

“Thanks,” I squeak, trying to conceal my blushing cheeks behind a curtain of my hair. As he drives out of the parking lot, I fight off the urge to yell “Stop the car!” and forego the date altogether in favor of a full day in the bedroom.

Patience, Jane. You’re the one who suggested the apple orchard in the first place.

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