HOOPS Shorts: A HOOPS Novella Collection by Ryan Kennedy

Author:Ryan, Kennedy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-06-23T00:00:00+00:00

Epilogue

Avery

It’s Christmas Day, and in D.C., my parents are shoveling snow from the sidewalk. That was me a year ago today. This year, in beautiful stark contrast, I’m watching azure blue waves lick at golden sand. I lean over the balcony to wave at the little girl and older woman down on the shore collecting seashells.

“I’m a lucky bastard,” Decker says from behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and tucking me closer into him. “All my girls under one roof for Christmas.”

I turn to face him, reaching up to fiddle with the collar of his shirt.

“Your mother is amazing.” I trace the bold planes of his face with one finger. “Now I know where you get those eyes.”

“Hmmmm.” He bends to kiss the curve of my neck.

“And Kiera is so beautiful.” I bend my neck back, giving him better access. “I’m so glad she’s spending Christmas with us.”

“I’m glad we’re spending Christmas with us.” His big hands slide down my back to squeeze my butt. “This ass. Don’t ask how often I think about your ass when we’re apart. I might creep you out.”

“If I wasn’t creeped out by you flashing your junk at me the night we met,” I say, laughing against his chest, drawing in the familiar scent of him. “I think you’re probably safe.”

“Then we won’t talk about these either,” he says huskily, pushing aside the lapels of my dress to suckle my breast through my bra.

“Deck.” I gasp and clutch his head tighter to me, starting to rock my hips into him in rhythm with his mouth. A seagull’s squawk reminds me that, though Deck’s beachfront property is private, we’re still out in the open. “We have to stop, baby.”

“I need you.” He growls into the cleave of my breasts before righting the dress. “Stay an extra week.”

He knows I can’t. The interview I’ve scored with one of the world’s best soccer players is a huge coup. Unfortunately, the interview is in Brazil at the beginning of the year.

“We get seven whole days together,” I whisper into the tanned column of his neck. “And we have so much time to make up for.”

His sober expression doesn’t lighten, and I shake him a little, offering a smile to cajole him into a better mood.

“Deck, come on. You came to D.C. to meet my parents at Thanksgiving. I’m meeting Kiera and your mom for Christmas.” I cup his jaw, forcing him to look at me. “We’re making this work.”

“But when do I get you next?” He laces our fingers together. “The season is about to kick into full gear. It’s our first year, so I know we won’t make the playoffs, but we’re doing better than expected, and I can’t let off the gas. My travel schedule—”

“Is part of your job,” I cut in. “Just like mine is. We’ll see each other every chance we get. That’s what we’ve been doing, right?”

I once dropped everything and raced to LaGuardia where Deck had a layover. We only had an hour, but we made the most of it.

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