Sweet Satisfaction

I listened to Gloria and Bud blow bubbles at Charlotte and curled my legs behind me on the couch .

I had moved to San Antonio focused on medicine. Focused on finding a new life for myself. And in this room I had it all. A new family and a man I would love the rest of my life .

Dirty Game

C opyright © 2016 by Violet Paige

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Prologue

T his was the last place I should be. The absolute last place. I’d woken up this morning in hot and dusty Dallas, and now here I was standing outside of the Dock House while boats rocked in their slips .

My heel made a hollow sound as it hit the parking lot pavement. I slammed the car door behind me and inhaled, taking in this place and all the memories we had made .

The wind whipped through my hair. I hesitated. This was all wrong. I shouldn’t be here, but I had to know. I had to see him again .

I pushed open the door, my heart in my throat, my palms dewy with perspiration, my breath fevered .

Was any of it real, or had it all just been a flash of summer heat ?

One

Blake

I had been called a brooder, and at times much worse. I liked beer, an occasional dip, and I loved to fuck. At twenty-six, I valued my time and space more than the warmth of someone sharing my pillow. I didn’t have time for relationships .

And what quarterback did? I didn’t need a girl to get in my head or under my skin. One climbing into my bed was an entirely different story .

I closed the locker under where Wiley was engraved into the wood .

“You headed out ?”

I turned to see one of the conditioning trainers behind me .

“Yeah.”

He shook his head. “You’re the only guy on the team who isn’t going to Cabo or Rio. You know that, right ?”

“Fuck.” I laughed. “I don’t need that shit. I get enough of it during the season. The last thing I want is the fucking press following me around .”

“Going to your fishing hole ?”

That’s what the guys around here called it anyway. They didn’t know shit about where I was from. I was ok with that. I kept my personal life personal. I never took them. Never even invited them .

“Something like that.” I pressed my lips together .

Jones strolled through the locker room. “Dude, you’re not going to Cabo with us ?”

“Not this time .”

I got enough of these fuckers during the season. I only had one break a year. And I wasn’t going to waste it in the spotlight .

“Too bad. The girls are hot as fuck down there .”

“So I hear,” I answered .