Final Drive: A Sports Romance (Salt Lake City Stallions Book 5) by K.T. Quinn

Author:K.T. Quinn [Quinn, K.T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-09-05T16:00:00+00:00

16

Luke

For once, I couldn’t fall sleep.

Part of it was the attack. I was a mess of adrenaline as I replayed the whole thing over and over. Having a gun shoved in my face made me think about things differently. It forced me to come to terms with my own mortality, something I had never done before. I had always felt invincible. Until tonight. It put things in perspective. That’s why it was so easy to forgive Cazzie and finally give in to the feelings that had been eating at me.

That was the real reason I couldn’t fall asleep. I kept thinking about her. The kiss, and the more-than-just-a-kiss, that we shared on the floor. The perfect way she gripped my cock and tugged me to an orgasm that made my eyes water. I caught a glimpse of the mess I made on Cazzie’s belly before she darted off to the bathroom. I wasn’t sure I had ever come so much before.

I was awoken the next morning by conversation. When I emerged from my room, I found Cazzie and the detective assigned to our case sipping coffee in the kitchen.

“I was just catching your bodyguard up to speed,” the detective explained. “Based on the threat the attacker made last night, we suspect this is related to sports gambling. We’re involving an agent from the gaming commission. They will keep an eye out for any unusual wagers, especially prop-bets regarding your personal performance.”

“He explained to me that prop-bets are wagers on individual achievements,” Cazzie said. “How many catches you’ll make next game, how many touchdowns, yards…”

“The gaming commission takes this very seriously. If there’s any hint of impropriety, they can void all wagers related to a game. They don’t like to do it, but it’s not unheard of.”

“There must be tens of thousands of gamblers in this country,” I said. “Millions, maybe. You think they can identify my attacker based on wagers made?”

The detective shrugged. “You shake enough trees, sometimes something falls loose. Regardless, I’m keeping a patrol car on you around the clock until something changes.” He shook his head. “Despite the threat the attacker made, I’m not entirely sold on the idea that this is related to gambling.”

“Why not?” Cazzie asked.

“Luke’s a wide receiver,” he explained. “He can only affect the game so much. If a gambler really wants to change the outcome of a game, they go after the quarterback.” He rose. “Thanks for the coffee. I’ve got to get me one of those machines.”

“You find this guy, and I’ll buy one for you,” I promised.

We ate breakfast, then went to practice. Cazzie was comforting and concerned, but kept things professional. I was grateful for that. As much as I had thought about what we had done last night, and how much I wanted to do it again, I had too much on my mind right now. I needed to wrap my head around everything without any distractions.

Rather than go inside to complete her own workout, Cazzie remained glued to my side.

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