Kickoff by Jami Davenport

Author:Jami Davenport
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cedrona Enterprises
Published: 2019-07-18T16:00:00+00:00

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Derek trailed Rachel to the bedroom. He kicked off his shoes and stripped off his sweatshirt, T-shirt, and socks. He fell on the bed on his stomach. He left his jeans on and gave her the choice as to whether or not she wanted to turn her offer into something sexual. He was easy and game for anything, at least with her. Besides, he liked the thought of her undressing him.

She straddled his body and worked on the knots. He winced when she hit an exceptionally sore spot.

“Does that hurt?”

“I’m pretty beat-up, but I have a high pain tolerance.” He shut his eyes, letting the crap of the day flow away from him. Her competent hands worked through the layers of tension little by little.

“You’re burning the candle at both ends. Have you ever considered saying no?”

He sighed and buried his head in the pillow. “I can’t.”

“You can.”

“Who should I say no to? The battered women’s shelter that asked me to speak to their kids? The children’s hospital that wanted me to visit the terminally ill? Or how about the soldiers that just came back from overseas? Or maybe I should turn my back on the senior citizens group, some of our most loyal fans?”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t push you.”

“You don’t need to apologize. You’re speaking the truth. I know that. I just don’t know who to turn down.”

His cell phone jangled in his pocket. No one called him this late unless it was an emergency. “Aww, crap. Can you get that for me?” Right now, he didn’t want to move and destroy this rare relaxed state she’d lulled him into.

“Sure.” Rachel fished it out of his pocket—a pleasant experience—and handed it to him. He checked the caller ID, hit the Off button, and tossed the phone on the nightstand.

“Damn.”

“Who is it?”

“My agent.” He gritted his teeth. The man did his job—too well.

“This late?”

“He’s been hounding me all day about a lucrative modeling contract he wants me to sign.”

“You? Model?”

“That’s my reaction. It’s for men’s underwear.”

“You? An underwear model?” Rachel started to laugh, but Derek didn’t find the situation funny.

“The one offer I can say no to. He’s Ty’s agent too. Why the hell doesn’t he ask him?”

She shook her head. “You need people to screen this stuff for you.”

“My people consist of an agent with dollar signs in his eyes instead of pupils.”

“You need an advocate for you, like a handler.”

“Yeah, maybe I do.” He mulled her suggestion over as she went back to work on his kinks. The answer struck him up the side of the head with its simplicity.

Rachel pushed on another tender spot. He grunted in pain and shifted his position on the bed. “There, I got it. Happy?”

“Not exactly.” He rested his head on his hands.

Rachel laughed, and more of the day’s stress peeled away. She’d become his rock, just like his senior year when the Cougars were Rose Bowl bound. He’d been under enormous pressure then, but it didn’t compare to this.

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