Page 99 of Filthy Player
This was what he wanted for me. A life with friends and a guy who adored me. I not only wanted it, I’d do whatever I had to keep it.
“I’ll see you soon,” Melanie said, coming to where I was resting on the couch. My back was sore, and while I didn’t have a concussion, my head occasionally throbbed. The worst injury was my sprained wrist, and I was able to handle all of the injuries with Advil. She kissed me on the cheek and stood up. “Call me if you need me.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“Yeah,” she grinned and winked. “Once that hunk of yours gets home, I’m sure you’ll be just fine.”
My cheeks burned. My dad was in the room for crying out loud. “Go away.” I mock glared, and even that was pointless. When Melanie was around, I was almost always laughing and that time was no different.
“I’m going, I’m going. Ready Sam?” She waited until he hobbled over to her, blowing me a kiss so he didn’t have to maneuver around the coffee table with his crutches. “Ready Freddy. Love you, darling.”
“Love you, too, Dad.”
Everyone said their goodbyes, clearing out, and leaving me alone with Jaxon. He turned the television station to another football game and I flipped my phone in my hand, debating whether or not to text Beaux.
I always congratulated him after a game, but I didn’t want to say anything to upset him.
I settled on the one thing I knew would make him smile.
I love you.
“You can take off,” I said to Jaxon after I sent the text.
“Not until Beaux’s here.” He’d crossed his arms over his chest on the chair at the other end of the couch, kicked up his feet on the coffee table. Despite his relaxed posture, I knew he was still alert.
It wasn’t necessary. Hannah was gone as gone could get.
Jaxon’s presence still comforted me like a thick blanket.
“Thanks, Jaxon. You’re the best.”
He arched a brow. “No Rambo?”
“I thought you hated it.”
He shrugged a shoulder. “It was starting to grow on me.”
My phone buzzed in my hand and I smiled at Beaux’s response. Love you too. Heading to plane now. Be home late.
Home. I couldn’t stop the smile from splitting my cheeks so wide they ached.
They’d played an early game but with the time change, he still wouldn’t get home until after eleven.
That meant eight more hours alone with only Jaxon.
My fingers flew across the keypad. I’ll be here, in OUR bed. Naked and ready for you.
His response was almost instant. Jesus. Now I have a fucking hard-on and I’m sitting next to Quinten.
A laugh burst from my throat. Better not let him touch what’s mine.
Woman.
I could practically hear his sexy growl.
Still laughing, I turned to Jaxon. “So, Rambo. What do you think of Melanie?”
That growl, I definitely heard.
