Impossible To Resist (BWWM Romance Book 1)(33)

A package awaited him on the round glass table in the middle of his foyer. The attached note from his housekeeper told him it was dropped off just before she left for the evening. Jared ripped the package open and his cell phone fell into his hand. He tried to turn it on but it really was dead. Dammit.

Jared sprinted to his bedroom and tore his bags apart until he found his charging cord – the one he actually hadn’t lost – and plugged the phone in. Nothing happened. He’d have to take it in to the dealer tomorrow after practice and figure out what was up. Jared peeled off his clothes and crawled into bed, the sheets smelled clean but not quite right.

He missed A.J. The sheets at his rental smelled like her and he wanted that back. Sweet and spicy, and her skin was so soft, silkier than his sheets. Jared thought of her, pictured her face hovering over his, the feel of her breasts pressed against his chest and the warmth of her body on his. He got hard just dreaming of her. Jared reached down to touch himself, imagining her hands on his shaft as he massaged.

He imagined her mouth on his, the feel of her tongue, how she tasted. Jared stroked his shaft with images of A.J. in his mind, her bright, brown eyes, the way she bit her lip when she was close to climax, the smell of her sex and how she writhed beneath him when he went down on her. He cried her name as he came hard and fast to the memory of A.J. riding him, her skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

**

A.J.’s phone buzzed. She checked the screen, Ally again.

“You should just call him,” Jaida said quietly.

“He left, Jaida. He said good-bye to Rick and the guys at the rec center but not me.” A.J. tried not to sound wounded but emotion colored her words. How could he just leave?

“You don’t know what happened,” Jaida reminded her.

“Always the optimist, Sis,” A.J. teased. She felt like a fool. She’d actually believed he was different. The first time in years that she let somebody in and it turned out to be a huge mistake. He’d even met Jaida and she’d liked him, too.

“Alex, you like him.” Jaida threw it in her face, not teasing her, just a statement of fact. “And, he likes you. He really does. He wouldn’t have done all of those things for you if he didn’t.”

“Jaida,” A.J. warned. Her sister didn’t understand how the world worked. Maybe she’d been wrong to protect her so much after the accident. But Jaida’s kindness made her who she was. “Sometimes people can act one way when they are in a special situation but when they are taken out of that situation they go back to what they were before.”

“I don’t think that’s Jared,” Jaida said simply. “I think he loves you.”

“He hasn’t called,” A.J. reminded her.

“So, he had to go on a plane and you can’t have phones on planes,” Jaida countered.

“You’re getting really good at this,” A.J. complimented her, desperate to change the topic of conversation. “What do you want to do for dinner?”

“Call Jared,” Jaida shook her head, refusing to let it drop.

“No,” A.J. answered firmly. If he reached out maybe she would respond but right now, she just wanted to carry on with her life like Jared had never come into her life.

“You’re very stubborn, Alex,” Jaida pushed off the couch and glared at her sister, “and that’s not a compliment.”





Chapter9

“There’s something wrong with my phone, I need to go to the dealer to get it fixed,” Jared explained for the third time why he needed to leave after films, just for an hour or so.

“I’m sorry, Jump. We need you here.” The Offensive Coordinator, Bill Smith, shook his head apologetically. “We can send somebody to get it handled for you, though.”

“Really?” Jared asked. That could work.

“Yeah, there are a hundred assistants running around here, surely one of them can handle it, right?” Smith grinned. “I’ve always been fair with you, haven’t I, Jump?”

“Yeah, you have, sir,” Jared agreed. “If somebody could get my phone fixed, I would be really grateful.”

“You really weren’t lying about all that, were you?” Coach Smith asked.

“No, Coach. I really had problems with my phone. The new cord is probably at my rental as we speak.” Jared figured he was only half lying. “But now, I think I may need a whole new phone. I tried my back up cord and nothing happened.”

“That’s no good, kid.” Coach Smith shook his head. “Yeah, let’s get that handled. Hey, kid!” A young guy, maybe nineteen with too big ears and too small eyes jogged over. Coach Smith handed him Jared’s phone and the old cord, “Take this to Jump’s store and get it fixed for him, will ya?”

“Uh, ye-yes, sir.” The kid’s eyes bulged at the sight of Jump. “Wh-wh-which store?”

Jared pulled his information out of his pocket, the warranty stuff he’d remembered to grab, “the address is on there. Thanks, man. It’s under warranty so it should be easy to replace. I’ll need my contacts off there too.”

“Sure thing, Jump!” The kid bobbed his head eagerly and took off in the other direction.

“See?” Coach Smith beamed. “Problem solved!”