On the Shore (Cottonwood Cove, #3)(46)

Just keep training and be open to any calls that come your way. If you want to come train with me and Brinkley next week, we can work on building some muscle, which will make you stronger.





What the fuck was I doing?

I guess I remembered the time I was worried about playing in college, and I didn’t have a fucking clue how to go about it. Neither did my mom. I didn’t have a father to help guide me, and I knew that Lionel didn’t either. So, a part of me felt like I could offer that to him in a way. At least help him out where his own father had failed him.

Lionel



I would love to. I will do anything you say.





If only Brinkley Reynolds would say those same words to me.

Then the world would be a perfect place.





seventeen





Brinkley





Lincoln and I drove to my parents’ house after he arrived at my house. He was acting like nothing had gone down last night. Meanwhile, I hadn’t slept a wink. I’d tossed and turned with memories of the world’s best orgasm flooding my mind all night long.

Jesus.

The fact that the most erotic, sexy, amazing moment of my life had happened at my brother’s restaurant in the middle of the kitchen was beyond anything I could comprehend. I’d gone for some pie and left with a whole lot more than that.

Was I sweating now?

We pulled up in front of my parents’ house and he came around to help me out of the car.

“Your cheeks are pretty flushed. Want to tell me what you’re thinking about?” he said with a cocky smirk.

“What? I’m not flushed. It’s hot outside.” I couldn’t look at him.

“It’s seventy-five degrees tonight. Actually, it’s pretty cool with the breeze. I think you’re thinking about that kiss last night.”

“Of course, you do. Because you’re arrogant and cocky and—” I threw my hands in the air because I was flustered. He was right. That kiss was all I could think about.

He wrapped his fingers around my wrist and turned me to face him. “You can’t stop thinking about it because neither can I. It was a good fucking kiss. The best I’ve ever had.”

“Stop,” I whispered, glancing around to make sure no one was watching us because I was suddenly ridiculously turned on.

“The way you rocked up and down my cock like you fucking owned it… Because you do, Brinkley. This can all be yours if you want it. I’ll make you come so many times you won’t be able to see straight, sweetheart.”

The bastard.

My breaths were labored, and desire pooled between my thighs. This was not good.

I pressed my fingers to my temples. “Okay, this stops now. My parents live here. No more talk about last night. Let’s go.”

He chuckled, and we started walking again. “You a little frustrated, baby?”

“I’m fine,” I hissed as we walked up the cobblestone sidewalk toward the front door. I turned around and poked my finger hard into his chest, and I wanted to tear his buttons open and kiss every inch of him. My God. What was happening to me? “Best behavior, Captain.”

“Always.” The back of his hand grazed mine, and goose bumps ran down my arms and legs.

Once we stepped inside, all hell broke loose. Everyone gawked and fawned over the football star.

“Lincoln, I can’t believe you’re really here,” my mother said. The woman didn’t give a damn about football, but she was suddenly very interested in the man.

Maddox and Wyle were there, and of course, they were laughing and talking and telling my brothers that he was coming to guys’ night this week.

Cage introduced Gracie to Lincoln, but my brother could barely form a sentence when he tried to speak.

Hugh and Finn were completely comfortable and acting like they’d been best friends with the guy for years.

“I think he’s having a good time,” Georgia said as we stood several feet away from them, sipping our wine. Lila walked over to join us, as my mom was busy in the kitchen.

“He does. And this can be an overwhelming group.” Lila chuckled.

“Yeah. I mean, they’re all falling all over him. I don’t know why he wouldn’t enjoy that. The man has a big ego.”

Georgia studied me. “It’s okay to say that you like him. He seems like a really good guy.”

“I agree. Don’t fight it, girl. He’s hot. You’re hot,” Lila said, waggling her brows.

“He’s fine. We’re friends.”

“Oh, I know that face. You like him,” Georgia whispered before grabbing mine and Lila’s hands and tugging us toward the hallway. “Tell me.”

“It’s nothing. I’m attracted to him. We accidentally kissed last night. And then he pretended that he wanted to actually date me. Give it a real try. See where it goes. It’s ridiculous. I was on board with a one-time fling—no risk of anyone’s feelings getting hurt. But he wanted to go and make it complicated.”

“You’ve never even had a one-night stand. Why are you pushing for that?” Georgia asked.

“I mean, maybe he knows one night just won’t be enough,” Lila whispered.