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Turner?”
Her cheeks turn neon red and she stares straight
ahead. “I told you, my job has a crazy schedule. Neither Gregg nor I want
anything serious, so when we happen to be in the same place at the same time,
we enjoy each other’s company.”
“And the pitching coach just happened to be at the
NFL Combine?” I ask, trying to hide my sarcasm unsuccessfully.
“A girl has needs, Evan. Sometimes we put a little
effort into meeting up,” she says, her cheeks burning even brighter. It’s more
than charming and a total turn-on.
I reach over and take her hand, giving it a light
squeeze. “Don’t be embarrassed, I understand. Some of us just fulfill our needs
in other ways.”
Her laughter fills the car again. “Yeah, not all
of us bang anyone that’ll follow us into the bathroom.”
“Ouch,” I say with a laugh, but I can’t be too
offended because it’s true.
“So, what about you? I’m sure you have some crazy
exes,” Camila asks, her body turned toward mine now and I can see impetuosity
all over her face with her raised eyebrows and pursed lips.
Now it’s my turn to blush. “I, uh, don’t have any
exes.”
I see her lips drop into a frown. “What do you
mean? I’ve seen you with two different women in just the last couple weeks.”
I shrug, trying to play it off. “Yeah, random
hook-ups. No numbers exchanged, just wham-bam-thank you ma’am…unless someone
interrupts us.”
She giggles and her fingers walk over the back of
my hand. “Sorry about that, but seriously? You’ve never had a girlfriend?”
Pulling into the parking lot at the local beach, I
put the car in park and turn to her. “Just a girl in high school, nothing
serious. I’ve never fucked a girl more than once.”
Her eyebrows arch even higher and I can tell she’s
trying to hide her shock. “Wh-what about in high school? College?”
I shake my head. “No one wants to date a six-foot-six
giant who’s hung like a horse when they’re that age. I was awkward and had
bigger problems to worry about than having a girlfriend. I had my own shit to
deal with, I didn’t need anyone else’s.”
“Your mother?” Camila asks in a whisper.
I grip my fingers tightly around the steering
wheel and my knuckles turn white. “Yeah,” I mutter and memories of her
stumbling up the front steps in a drunken stupor flood my mind.
Camila flips my hand over, letting her fingers
caress my callous skin and relaxing my body that’s on edge from my thoughts.
“Blake’s told me about her—”
“Blake doesn’t know shit!” I yell and Camila’s
other hand moves to my thigh and grasps it tightly, reminding me not to take it
out of her. I take a deep breath before I go on. “When he left for college, she
wasn’t that bad, but when he stopped coming home, it got worse. She’d be
drinking when I went to bed and still be drinking when I got up. I almost lost
my football scholarship because I had to skip school to make sure she didn’t
suffocate in her own puke.”
Camila slides her hand up and down my thigh.
“That’s my fault, I’m sorry,” she whispers.
I turn to her and shake my head. “No, it’s not. I
never told Blake how bad it was. The one time I mentioned it, he suggested I
move out to California with him, but I couldn’t leave our mom behind. I was the
man of the house and I had to take care of her which is why I went to state
college. She got sober before I left for the NFL, only because I told her I
wouldn’t accept any contract if she didn’t.”
Camila lifts my hand to her lips and kisses my
knuckles. “You’re a good man, Evan.”
“Blake had you to take care of, we were both where
we needed to be,” I say, looking into her eyes. And now, I’m taking over for
him. In this moment, I know I will do whatever it takes to take care of Camila
Lemos.
Chapter 10
Camila
Icy Hot, stinky feet, and sweaty men taint the
room. With my job, some days are better than others, but on
Her cheeks turn neon red and she stares straight
ahead. “I told you, my job has a crazy schedule. Neither Gregg nor I want
anything serious, so when we happen to be in the same place at the same time,
we enjoy each other’s company.”
“And the pitching coach just happened to be at the
NFL Combine?” I ask, trying to hide my sarcasm unsuccessfully.
“A girl has needs, Evan. Sometimes we put a little
effort into meeting up,” she says, her cheeks burning even brighter. It’s more
than charming and a total turn-on.
I reach over and take her hand, giving it a light
squeeze. “Don’t be embarrassed, I understand. Some of us just fulfill our needs
in other ways.”
Her laughter fills the car again. “Yeah, not all
of us bang anyone that’ll follow us into the bathroom.”
“Ouch,” I say with a laugh, but I can’t be too
offended because it’s true.
“So, what about you? I’m sure you have some crazy
exes,” Camila asks, her body turned toward mine now and I can see impetuosity
all over her face with her raised eyebrows and pursed lips.
Now it’s my turn to blush. “I, uh, don’t have any
exes.”
I see her lips drop into a frown. “What do you
mean? I’ve seen you with two different women in just the last couple weeks.”
I shrug, trying to play it off. “Yeah, random
hook-ups. No numbers exchanged, just wham-bam-thank you ma’am…unless someone
interrupts us.”
She giggles and her fingers walk over the back of
my hand. “Sorry about that, but seriously? You’ve never had a girlfriend?”
Pulling into the parking lot at the local beach, I
put the car in park and turn to her. “Just a girl in high school, nothing
serious. I’ve never fucked a girl more than once.”
Her eyebrows arch even higher and I can tell she’s
trying to hide her shock. “Wh-what about in high school? College?”
I shake my head. “No one wants to date a six-foot-six
giant who’s hung like a horse when they’re that age. I was awkward and had
bigger problems to worry about than having a girlfriend. I had my own shit to
deal with, I didn’t need anyone else’s.”
“Your mother?” Camila asks in a whisper.
I grip my fingers tightly around the steering
wheel and my knuckles turn white. “Yeah,” I mutter and memories of her
stumbling up the front steps in a drunken stupor flood my mind.
Camila flips my hand over, letting her fingers
caress my callous skin and relaxing my body that’s on edge from my thoughts.
“Blake’s told me about her—”
“Blake doesn’t know shit!” I yell and Camila’s
other hand moves to my thigh and grasps it tightly, reminding me not to take it
out of her. I take a deep breath before I go on. “When he left for college, she
wasn’t that bad, but when he stopped coming home, it got worse. She’d be
drinking when I went to bed and still be drinking when I got up. I almost lost
my football scholarship because I had to skip school to make sure she didn’t
suffocate in her own puke.”
Camila slides her hand up and down my thigh.
“That’s my fault, I’m sorry,” she whispers.
I turn to her and shake my head. “No, it’s not. I
never told Blake how bad it was. The one time I mentioned it, he suggested I
move out to California with him, but I couldn’t leave our mom behind. I was the
man of the house and I had to take care of her which is why I went to state
college. She got sober before I left for the NFL, only because I told her I
wouldn’t accept any contract if she didn’t.”
Camila lifts my hand to her lips and kisses my
knuckles. “You’re a good man, Evan.”
“Blake had you to take care of, we were both where
we needed to be,” I say, looking into her eyes. And now, I’m taking over for
him. In this moment, I know I will do whatever it takes to take care of Camila
Lemos.
Chapter 10
Camila
Icy Hot, stinky feet, and sweaty men taint the
room. With my job, some days are better than others, but on
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