The Playbook

  “Is there satellite TV in here?” She picked up the remote and I fell back on the bed. “I’m sure, but do you really want to watch TV?”

  Flipping through the guide, I groaned when I saw what she pulled up.

  Eighties music.

  “No. I cannot have sex to this music.”

  Her hand went to her hip. She looked sexy as fuck.

  “Oh, come on!”

  “No! Put it on anything else but this. I mean, listen to how depressing this song is.”

  She looked back at the TV. “It’s Cutting Crew! How could you not like them?”

  I didn’t say a word as she sighed and changed it. A pop song played. “This! Perfect.”

  “It’s a remake of an old song!”

  Laughing, I jumped up and grabbed her as she laughed. Throwing her on the bed, I crawled over her. “What an appropriate title of a song, ‘Sex.’”

  Teasing her entrance, she sucked in a breath. “I couldn’t sleep last night.”

  Running my nose along her neck, I asked, “Why?”

  With a low growl from the back of her throat, she said, “Because all I could think about was you inside of me and how amazing it was.”

  I pulled back and stared into those brown eyes. “It was amazing.”

  Aubrey frowned, “Did he say let’s talk about pussy power in that song?”

  Shrugging, I kissed her throat and down her chest. I had totally tuned the music out. “Are you ready to show me how good of a rider you are?”

  Her face blushed. “What if I suck?”

  Sitting back, I pulled her up. Brushing a piece of hair that had fallen from her ponytail out of the way, I answered her. “That’s impossible.”

  She chewed on her lip as she glanced down at my dick. “I’m nervous,” she giggled.

  Damn, I couldn’t get over this girl.

  Leaning over, I grabbed my wallet from my back pocket and grabbed a condom. “I’d let you put it on, but I’m afraid I’d come the moment you touched me.”

  She pushed me back on the shoulder but glanced down and watched me roll the condom on. Laying back, I motioned with my head for her to crawl on. “I know you’ve been on top before, Bree.”

  A slight nod told me she had been, but probably not that often.

  Moving over me, I reached up and fingered her, getting her ready for me. Her eyes turned almost black.

  I had to force the words out of my mouth. She looked so hot. “Fuck me, Bree.”

  She slowly sank down a little. With a hiss, she lifted up and kept repeating the process until I filled her completely.

  “Fuck yes, baby. You feel so good.”

  “Feels so deep and full,” she whispered.

  The way she rolled her hips slowly was driving me insane. My hands held her hips. “Bree, move.”

  Before I even knew what was happening she was calling out my name as she rode me fast and hard. I was on the verge of coming myself. Flipping her over, I fucked her from behind. Grabbing her hips and giving her what I knew we both wanted.

  “Harder! Oh, God, yes,” she cried out.

  It didn’t long for me to come. After getting my wits about me, I pulled out of her and got rid of the condom. Crawling back onto the bed, I pulled the covers up as she slid over to me.

  “Can we stay here all day?” she asked while her fingers traced a circle over my chest.

  My heartbeat quickened. “A part of me wishes we’d never leave.”

  She moved and rested her chin on her hand and looked into my eyes.

  “You know we can’t ignore it forever.”

  Holding her closer, I kissed her forehead. “I know, but I don’t want to think about it now.”

  We spent the next hour talking about ESPN, my short stint in the NFL, and the article. Aubrey asked if I wanted to read it before she turned it in for Joe to read.

  “Nah, I trust you.”

  Her crooked grin melted my heart. “That means a lot to me.”

  Another kiss on the forehead before I pushed out a deep breath. “We better get going. I’m sure the horses are ready for some water.”

  Aubrey jumped up. “Oh my gosh! I totally forgot about the horses!”

  I’d never seen a girl get dressed so fast in my life.

  “Hurry, Brett!” she called over her shoulder as we walked down the path toward the field. Sure enough, Spike and Kit were right there, just grazing.

  “Oh! What good babies,” Aubrey swooned. “I think they deserve a treat when we get back.”

  Climbing up on Spike, I patted the side of his neck as he bobbed his head. “A bath. They both stink.”

  I had no idea how Aubrey did it, but she brought out a totally different side of me I had buried long ago. I soon found myself at the barn, with Belinda Carlisle’s “Mad About You” blasting on the satellite radio running around throwing soapy water at each other.

  The more time I spent with her, the harder it was going to be letting her go.

  I’d finally found the woman I wanted to make love to the rest of my life, and I couldn’t have her.

  “SO, WHAT’S HE like in bed?”

  Glancing around, I got up and shut the door to the library. “Oh my gosh. Why is it always about sex with you, Nelly?”

  “Why do you ask me such stupid questions? Is the guy good in bed or not? It’s a normal question.”

  Dropping on the couch, I sighed. “He’s amazing. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.”

  “It’s because he’s a dirty talker. That’s hot.”

  “He doesn’t always talk dirty to me though. Especially when we’re making love.”

  It had been three days since Brett and I had first slept together. Each moment we could sneak away, we did. The more we were together, the more I knew we could make a relationship work.

  “How’s this going to work with you living in different states?

  Chewing on my thumb nail, I replied, “We haven’t really talked about it.”

  “What? You’re sleeping with the guy. No wait. You’re sleeping with the guy you’re supposed to be writing a huge article about, and you haven’t talked to him about the future.”

  My stomach fell. I knew my sister was right. We were leaving tomorrow to head back to Austin. Brett and I were going to have to find the time to sit and talk about things.

  “Hold on, my phone’s beeping and it’s Christine.”

  “Okay,” I said as I stood up and walked over to the large window. My gaze immediately fell on Brett. He was walking up toward the house with his father. The conversation looked deep. I hoped they were able to settle things with the ranches. Brett wouldn’t really admit it, but I knew his heart was more here working alongside his father than he wanted to admit. I could see it in his eyes.

  “Bree?”

  “Yep, I’m still here.”

  Nelly sniffled and my heart sank. Something was wrong. “What’s wrong?”

  “It’s, Dad. He’s had a heart attack.”

  Brett looked over and our eyes met. “Wh-what?”

  “I’m so sorry to tell you like this, but the ambulance is rushing him from the gym now. Can you come home?”

  My arm dropped as tears instantly fell down my cheeks. Brett stopped walking for a brief second before he took off running toward me.

  Right before the darkness swept in, I heard Brett calling my name.

  Daddy.

  Brett walked up and handed me a coffee in a white Styrofoam cup and an apple. I didn’t want either, but I knew if I didn’t take it my mother would end up saying I needed something in my body.

  Sitting next to me, Brett put his arm around my shoulders. The welcomed heat from his body felt good.

  I turned to him and smiled weakly. “You don’t have to stay. With everything over with Emily, I’m sure Pat expects you back at work.”

  “I’ve already talked to him. I told him I’ll be back Sunday.”

  With a simple nod, I looked down at the tea. “You should drink it and eat tha
t apple, or I’m afraid your mom will force it down your throat.”

  With a light chuckle, I took a bite of the apple. The crisp juice felt good on my lips and in my mouth. My stomach growled and I peeked up at Brett. He gave me a look that said I needed to eat.

  Lifting his brow, he said, “Once they come out, I’m taking you to get something to eat.”

  My chest tightened. Brett had been so caring and attentive ever since I found out my father had a heart attack. I knew he had to be exhausted. He hadn’t slept in I don’t know how long. We had rushed back to Austin as quick as we could. After I broke down of course, and cried. Birdy was so sweet to me. She packed all of my stuff while I sat in a chair in my room and sobbed.

  Brett’s father booked us tickets on the first flight out to Connecticut, getting us in this morning right before they brought my father back for heart valve replacement surgery.

  The door to the waiting room opened and the doctor came out. Everyone jumped up and rushed over to him. My sisters and I all stayed a few feet back as he talked to my mother.

  “He’s doing great. The valve is working perfectly. It’s a long recovery for Jim, there is no doubt about that, but I’m very pleased with how the surgery went. He’ll be in ICU for one to three days then moved to a regular room for another three days.”

  I was pretty sure everyone sighed in relief at once. “Thank you so much, doctor. I can’t even begin to tell you how grateful we are for what you’ve done.”

  He smiled at my mother then looked at all of us. “Well, your husband is in great physical shape, he just had a faulty heart valve. As long as he keeps up a heart healthy diet and regular exercise, I don’t see why he can’t live a long healthy life.”

  My mother’s hands covered her mouth. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

  Brett reached out and shook the doctor’s hand. “Thank you, Doctor, for the update.”

  “My pleasure, son. And I’ll be rooting for Austin this fall.”

  Brett’s face wore a surprised look on it. “Don’t be surprised, Coach. I’m an alumni of the University of Austin.”

  With a slight laugh, Brett replied, “Well, thank you for your support, sir. I appreciate it.”

  “Great job coaching. We’re lucky you’re ours.”

  I wasn’t sure why I thought that was so amazing, the way Brett went out of his way to thank the doctor. Maybe because my sister Christine’s husband didn’t. I was just as surprised as Brett that the doctor he knew who he was.

  Turning to face everyone, my mother declared, “It’ll a bit before we can see your dad. I think we should all get something to eat.”

  Everyone agreed, except for me. I knew Brett was exhausted. I was exhausted. “Mom, I’ll grab something to eat on the way to my place, but we haven’t showered or slept in a while. Would you mind?”

  My mother glanced between me and Brett. I was positive she knew there was something going on between us. Really, why would he fly all the way here to be with me if I was only in a working relationship with him?

  She walked up to me and kissed me on the cheek. “Of course, sweetheart. Get some food and a few hours of sleep. We’ll have to go in one at a time, I’m sure anyway.” Facing Brett, she pulled him into a hug and whispered something into his ear. He chuckled and nodded his head.

  “Yes, ma’am,” he said as she patted him on the arm.

  Nelly walked up to me and hugged me. Putting her mouth to my ear she whispered, “Now that we know dad is okay, holy living shit. He’s fucking gorgeous. No wonder you’re hitting that.”

  Pushing her away, I glared at her. “Oh my God. Stop!”

  She laughed and quickly kissed me on the cheek. “Don’t be gone long. I don’t think I can put up with grumpy, pregnant Christine and Marie the bridezilla.”

  Glancing over to my other two sisters, I covered my mouth to hide my giggle. They were both such drama queens. With everything.

  “See you later, Brett!” Nelly exclaimed with a wink.

  Wrapping his arm around my waist, Brett guided me to the elevator. “Your sister Nelly scares me.”

  I chortled as we stepped into the elevator. “You should be scared. She is attracted to anything with a dick.”

  “She looks at me like she wants to devour me.”

  He laced his fingers in mine, causing my stomach to drop. Maybe Brett did want the type of relationship I wanted. I hated the thought we would be separated, though. With my father’s heart attack, I wasn’t so sure about my idea of moving to Texas now.

  By the time we hailed a cab, got in, and told him my address, I felt the lack of sleep hit me like a brick wall. Leaning my head on Brett’s shoulder, I slowly felt my body relaxing.

  I’d think about me and Brett later. For now, I needed to focus on my father.

  AUBREY WAS IN the shower so I stepped out onto her balcony to call Pat.

  “How is she?” Pat inquired.

  “Fine, I think. She’s been really quiet. Like she’s deep in thought.”

  “I’m sure that was a scare. Are you going to be okay leaving her?”

  My chest hurt thinking about it, but I knew I had to. “Yep.”

  “You say that like you don’t really believe it.”

  “I’ll be fine. She’s home with her family, and I know she wouldn’t want it any other way.”

  Pat sighed. “Well, I’m glad we got the whole Emily thing taken care of.”

  Combing my fingers through my wet hair, I agreed. “You and me both. Now, if I see Ryan, I may want to beat the fuck out of him.”

  “Well don’t. The last thing we need is that.”

  “I can’t believe he used to be like a brother to me.”

  The tension was building as I fisted my left hand.

  Heat from Aubrey’s hand hit my back, causing me to instantly relax. “I better get going, Pat. I’ll be back Sunday.”

  “All right. Give Aubrey my best and let her know Sharron and I will be praying for her father.”

  Turning, I held my arm up and Aubrey melted against my body. “I’ll tell her. Thanks, Pat.”

  “Talk soon,” Pat said. The line went silent as I pushed the phone into my pocket.

  “Pat said they’re keeping Jim in their prayers.”

  Aubrey wrapped her arms around my body tightly. “He’s such a nice guy. I’ll have to send him something for how nice he was while I was there and for letting you stay with me for a couple days.”

  Pushing her back some, I looked into her tired eyes. “You need to get some sleep, sweetheart.”

  Her teeth sank into her lip. “I know what would relax me.”

  With a smirk, I asked, “A foot massage?”

  Her eyes turned dark. “Hmm … that would feel nice.”

  I reached down and lifted her up into my arms. Carrying her back into her living room, I placed her on the sofa.

  “Lay down, sweetheart.”

  She did as I asked. Sitting, I lifted her feet and massaged them. The little noises that were coming from her lips had my dick growing hard. Shit, I wanted her, but I didn’t want to force her into anything. I knew she was both emotionally and physically exhausted.

  Ignoring the throbbing in my dick, I moved my hands up her legs. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep.

  Dropping my head back, I felt my own eyes growing heavy. Sleep soon took over.

  “Brett.”

  “Mmm,” I moaned. I loved dreaming about Aubrey. The way she whispered my name against my lips. The heat from her breath was an instant turn on.

  “Baby, are you awake?”

  She was on me. Rubbing her tight pussy against my cock. Fuck, it felt so good.

  “Brett, I need you to make love to me.”

  My eyes opened to see her staring at me.

  “Bree,” I whispered as I cupped her face in my hands. She was straddling me on the sofa, her wet heat separated by two thin layers of clothing.

  My lips pressed to hers. She tugged my T-shirt over my head, breaking the
kiss long enough for it to pass between our mouths.

  “Please,” she whimpered, pushing my shorts down, causing my dick to spring free. Her hand wrapped around it brought out a low deep growl from the back of my throat. Her finger lightly rubbed the top of my cock, lubricating it with my own desire. My hands went under the long T-shirt she had on as she pressed her lips against mine. I quickly discovered she wasn’t wearing any panties.

  “Fuck,” I said pushing her back and lifting the long T-shirt over her head. Aubrey laid back as I crawled over her. I had never wanted to be inside her like I did in this moment. Her eyes were pleading with me and that turned me on more than anything.

  “Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”

  She closed her eyes and lifted her hips. “Make love to me, Brett.”

  Slowly pushing into her, I about died. Our moans intertwined as I slowly made love to her. Her arms and legs wrapped around my body, as if she was trying to crawl inside of me. Little did she know I’d already let her in.

  “Brett,” she whispered as I pushed in deeper, slowly giving her everything I had, but in the most caring and adoring way I could. I’d never experienced this before.

  We were not having sex, there was no fucking. We were one, together. My heart was beating hard in my chest. If I wasn’t going so slow, I would think I was fucking her hard and fast. Each movement felt as if I was giving her more of me. My head was screaming for me to slow down with my feelings, but my heart wanted to give her more. So much more.

  “I’m going to come,” her voice stated with a tremble.

  It was instant. Her pussy clamped down on my cock and I lost it.

  “Oh, God, Aubrey.”

  Something happened.

  I’d never given a woman what I had given Aubrey. My complete heart.

  My cock twitched inside of her as I kept my face buried in her neck. “Bree,” I barely whispered.

  Lifting up on my hands, my breath caught when I looked at her. A few tears rolled down her beautiful face.