No Promises Required by Cari Quinn

Author:Cari Quinn [Quinn, Cari]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: No Promises Required, Cari Quinn, virgin heroine, series, football, Love Required, contemporary, brazen, fiction, romance, virgin, best friend’s brother, bdsm, genre fiction, contemporary romance, Entangled
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

He turned off the truck, wishing he could drop Jill at her place before he had to do this. Talking to her about his dad was one thing, but Jesus, he didn’t want her to witness exactly how fucked up their relationship was.

“How long’s it been?” Jill asked, church-soft.

He knew exactly what she meant. “Since we’ve seen each other? Years. We exchange Christmas cards, and he’ll call on my birthday sometimes, or vice versa.” Even that contact was becoming rarer.

“Why don’t I go in and get the outfit?” She reached for the door handle. “He knows me. We’ll make nicey-nice, then you and I can go back to my apartment and make…well, not nicey-nice.”

Somehow she managed to make him smile in spite of it all. Such was the wonder of Jillian St. John. “Uniform, baby. Stroke my ego while you aren’t stroking anything else.”

She reached across the console and gave his cock a swift rub through his jeans, immediately waking it up to half-mast. Just what he needed to have while he talked to his dad. “I can get you started out here. I won’t be long.”

He groaned. “Neither would I if we start like that.” Though it pained him, he gripped her wrist and lifted it to his mouth for a quick kiss. “Thank you, but this is for me to do.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

“You’re a terrific brother, Bry. Don’t ever forget that. You invited your father back for Vic’s wedding despite what it cost you.” When he would’ve argued, she extricated herself from his hold and pressed a finger to his lips. “You’re so willing to look for the bad in yourself. Lucky for both of us, I see so much good.”

He gripped her hand. “That’s a reflection of you, not me. You’re the good. I’m the one who bails when the going gets tough, just like my mom.” He shut his eyes. “Your mother would hate me for ever disappointing you.” Almost as much as I would hate myself.

She didn’t say anything for a moment. “I guess that means you better not do that, huh?”

If only it was that simple. “It’s inevitable.”

“You know what’s inevitable? That you owe me a damn good showing in that football outfit if you expect me to slip into what I bought for you.” Despite the lightness of her voice, he heard the strain behind it. Strain he’d put there.

There would be plenty of other nights to rehash and recriminate. Not tonight.

Swallowing hard, he kissed her fingertip. “How’d I stumble on to you?”

“More luck,” she said lightly, slipping away to open her door. “Yes, I’m coming with you. Resistance is futile.” She shut the door on his grin.

They walked into a house that hadn’t changed much over the years. Faded wallpaper yellowed with time and cigar smoke matched the beat-up furniture and shabby carpeting. The pictures of him, Melly, and Vic from grade school still hung on the living room wall, their bright faces almost painful to look at. So much hope had lived behind those eyes.

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