Marrying the quarterback

Chapter Ten

Burgess wasn’t in her room when I returned from the gym room, I found her cleaning up last night. I tried to avert my eyes from the roundness of her perky butt. She was wearing tight, snug shorts and tank a top while bending over to pick up the trash making it hard for me to not let my mind drift off to what I wanted to do with her.

In my mind all I could think about is the sweetness of her mouth falling open, moaning my name and begging me for more.

I blinked away the thoughts and decided to change what I was thinking before I receive a punch to my throat. “I’ve got people to do that,” I remarked.

Her shoulders didn’t flinch at my abrupt voice. “Not anymore, we want to take extra measures to you ensure your safety,” She pushed herself upright without realizing I was standing right behind her. Her butt brushed up against my groin and I had to bite back a groan. This woman was teasing my self-control to the next level. I haven’t craved a woman as much as I craved her and I haven’t felt this way in years.

I know my bad reputation doesn’t make me a nice guy and it only pushes more girls into my arms because of it. I got so used to the idea of being bad that I forgot what it meant to be nice to someone and appreciate something good.

“Whoa, Burgess,” My hands found her hips instantly and I felt her soft, warm skin underneath my calloused fingers.

“That wasn’t on purpose,” She moved out of my arms right away like she just remembered I was a disease and created space between us.

“Didn’t think otherwise,” I assured her, suppressing a moan when she faced me and I realized she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her top.

God, she was a walking temptation and she didn’t even realize it.

I was still stunned when I learned about who her father is and how he never talked about her. Last night for the first time since we met, I saw pure hate and anger flickering in her eyes before she got a chance to guard them.

“You’ve got friendly with the tequila last night,” I noted.

“Yeah, and now I am regretting that,” AJ’s demeanour is always filled with self-confidence and watching it falter like that unexpectedly was a bit uncanny.

“Advil’s are in the top left cabinet next to all the chocolate,” My mom informed me about how girls like chocolate whenever they are feeling down and I, myself loved a bar of chocolate.

I felt a twinge chuffed when it was clear she was concealing a smile when the corner of her lips trembled. She went to get the Advil including a bar of dark chocolate and left me to fill up our mugs.

“What’s the story with your dad?” I asked, placing a mug down in front of her and getting out the ingredients to prep breakfast.

She shrugged. “He was a shitty parent,” She muttered making it clear she doesn’t want to talk about it.

“He never mentioned you,” I informed her and it didn't come as a surprise to her.

“Coaching the big leagues were more important to him than spending time with his daughters,” She remarked.

Daughters? I didn’t know Burgess have a sister. “Is she as beautiful as you?”

She didn’t share her amusement with me. “Your flirting skills are really not as fancy as I thought it would be,” She mumbled, popping a small piece of chocolate into her mouth and taking a sip of coffee afterwards.

“What?” She asked when she found me staring at her.

“Not many people are fond of doing that,” I referred to putting a small piece of chocolate in your mouth and taking a sip of coffee and letting it melt in your mouth.

“Not many people are fond of mixing chocolate and popcorn,” She pointed out, unaffected by my acknowledgements.

“Don’t you want breakfast first before you go on a sugar high?” I asked, breaking a few eggs into the pan, grilling some bacon and grating some cheese. I folded the omelette, cut it in half and dished a piece up for her.

“Where did you learn to cook like this?” She asked, watching me mix some spinach into the small tomatoes and folded it into my piece of the omelette for me.

“My mom,” I answered, sitting down opposite of her.

“She’s quite the cook,” She muttered.

“Yeah, her cooking is like no other,” I expressed, thinking how long it’s been since I had dinner with them.

“What about yours?” I asked her.

“She was a great cook as well,”

“Was?” As in past tense.

“My mom passed away when I was in high school,”

“See, you just proved me right, there is something compelling about you,”

“Are we really at this again? I don’t see how can I be interesting when I have a life like any other of having a passing parent and a dad who abandoned me and my sister,”

“You were a marine,” I reminded her. I get it now where her strong personality and tough skin come from, and why her lieutenant trusts entrusted her to take care of me.

She just shrugged. “Nothing compelling about that,”

“Why did you stop?”

“I didn’t re-enlist,” She answered, giving me a look of questioning.

“Any particular reason why you didn’t?” She didn’t have any visible marks on her which indicated she got injured on duty.

“I finally got accepted into the police academy,” She clarified.

“Is it because of your father you enlisted?” I asked, thinking her anger must have driven her to do something to spite him.

I heard her loud sigh. “Let’s clear this out, I haven’t seen my father in twenty years, since he divorced my mother and he isn’t the reason why I joined the marines,”

“You are uncomfortable talking about your past,” I noted, observing her cold shoulder.

“I don’t like talking about it because it wasn’t pretty, my mother passed away twelve years ago and my father was more concerned about Superbowl, he didn’t attend her funeral. He hasn’t picked up a phone in twenty years to call. I joined the Marines because I had to put my sister through school and med school even though she got a bursary.” She explained, getting to the point very fast.

“You see—not so compelling,” She raised her hands in the air and rolled her shoulders.

“I disagree, Burgess. Your eyes hold a mystery and you love keeping them guarded,” I remarked, wondering how this tough layer of skin came to be. I get her father being a jerk and going off to war but there was something else about her and I was curious.