Sexy Six (The Bennett Brothers 2)

“Some of it is HOT,” she says low enough for only me to hear. “You should see some of the blow job techniques.”

My cock stirs, and I wish like hell there wasn’t a room full of people behind us.

“And get this! My identifier is ‘BennettBabes2017’. Isn’t it brilliant?” Claire’s proud of herself.

“Once again, why the faces?”

“I’ll give you five minutes of being around Claire watching that shit. Then you’ll understand,” Mathis explains.

I imagine the whole experience was slightly less painful than getting sacked by a mammoth-sized lineman. But the opportunity to remark is too easy. “Maybe she’s trying to give you a hint on how to satisfy your woman.”

Mathis’s mouth narrows in a tight line, his eyes flaring. Claire snuggles to his side, throwing her arms around his shoulders. “I’m very satisfied.” She plants a sloppy, lip-smacking kiss on his cheek, and I cringe.

“Enough of that shit.”

“I agree. That’s why we’re getting out of this room before Claire finds a new page to stalk.”

“Where are we going?”

“We’ve got two hours to eat and get you back. Let’s go.” Shaw takes Bizzy’s hand and starts back toward the door.

“Come on, Sexy. We need to feed you and make sure you meet your curfew.” Grace tugs on my arm.

I bend to her ear, where only she can hear. “If you were staying here, I could eat all night and not worry about a curfew.”

Her eyes light up, and she gives me a little push. “Tomorrow night, I hope you’re starving.”

Oh, she can count on it.

Her scent assaults me the instant I walk into my condo. Most of the spacious area is dark except for the dim lamp next to the sofa, where Grace is sprawled out, sound asleep, under a light blanket.

Quietly, I drop my bag and keys on the counter and go straight to her. She barely stirs when I slide in behind her and curl my body around hers. Her hair’s still damp from her shower, and I inhale deeply, taking it all in.

My chin rests on the top of her head, and I close my eyes, completely relaxing in peace. I wasn’t happy about not seeing her after the game, but the fact that she’d be here waiting for me when I got home helped me through the after-game obligations.

I was half-expecting her to be waiting naked considering the suggestive texts I received after she was already on the plane. But lying here, with her in my arms, is all I want right now.

That’s not right; it’s what I need right now. Coming home to Grace kept my adrenaline racing long after the last second of the game. She was my win, and at this moment, I decide she needs to be here permanently.

As if she hears my thoughts, she twists into me, her eyes flickering open. “Hi,” she says sleepily.

“Go back to sleep.” I kiss her lips lightly.

“What time is it?”

“It’s really late. Our flight was held up, and then we were faced with excited fans when we departed. I signed a few autographs.”

“Sexy Six throws for the best game of his career, outshining every quarterback in the league today.”

“You’ve been watching the NFL Network?” I’d already heard and read what the press was saying. Not to mention the calls from my parents and Grace’s dad, congratulating me.

“Yes, I’m proud of you, Nick. You were a showstopper out there today. It was incredible to watch.”

I brush some stray hair from her forehead and cheeks, my chest growing tight with her praise. “It was a good day.”

“You were beaming at the end of the game. I know you were excited.”

“I was, but having a good day puts a huge target on my back for next week. Can’t let it get to my head.”