Free The Jock by Jasmine Leveaux

conspiratorial
manner. "Apparently ole Sylvester is the love child of a little gray guy
on Planet Drago."
    "That
certainly explains a lot."
    Harry
rolled his eyes to the ceiling and groaned. "Please never let on to any
reporters that you actually watch such ridiculous programs, let alone believe
what you see on them." He visibly shuttered. "I can see my gained
percentage points flushing down the toilet if that ever got out."
    Verlene
laughed gracefully. "Sugar, don't be silly. You know Granddad and I would
never do anything to embarrass you publicly."
    Willy
harrumphed. "That's right. I'm even wearin' a genuine tux for your little
dinner at the University of Tampa tomorrow night."
    Harry
crossed his arms over his chest and glowered at his grandfather. "If it
looks anything like that fashion monstrosity you wore to my college graduation,
I'll save my thanks until later."
    "Now
see here Mr. High and Mighty, there wasn't a blessed thing wrong with that
tux!"
    " It. Was. Polyester!" Harry bit each word out through clenched teeth.
    "And
damned fine polyester it was too, son."
    Chuckling,
Sam clapped Harry on the back. "Not to worry, buddy. Willy and I went
shoppin' together two days ago. He'll look like Dapper Don at your
dinner."
    Harry
released a worried breath. "Thank god for that," he muttered.
    Sam
hoisted up Gwenyth's suitcases into either hand, then waited for her to make
eye contact. When she did, his possessive gaze inspected her thoroughly.
"Your room here is the one next to mine, right
    Gwen?"
    Gwenyth
swallowed somewhat roughly, but managed to keep a serene look about her. His
question couldn't have been more loaded. "Yes, I believe it is."
    Sam
smiled. It was a smile Gwenyth found very unnerving and far too calculating.
"Then I'll just take your bags up there now, Cupcake. See you
upstairs." He nodded to the elder Jones's before taking his leave.
"Willy. Verlene." He turned to Harry and grinned. "See you
tomorrow, Bro."
    Harry
returned his smile. "Goodnight, Sam."
    After
Sam disappeared up the winding front staircase, Harry turned to Gwenyth and
affectionately ruffled her hair. "I'll see you at UT tomorrow evening. Try
to stay out of trouble until then, hm?"
    Gwenyth
stood up on tiptoe and kissed Harry's jaw. "I'll try."
    Willy
sensed that all was once again as it should be in his lair, so he turned his
attention to more pressing matters. He cocked a silvery brow and regarded his
wife. "You ready for Alien Playboys , puddin?"
    Verlene
chuckled. She reached up and twined her arms around the neck of the man she'd
been in love with for over fifty years. "If it means spending time with my
favorite hunk, then lead on."
    Willy
leaned down and kissed the tip of his wife's elegant nose. He then crooked his
neck toward his grandchildren and gave them a look that meant business.
"If y'all hear screams coming out of our bedroom"—he waggled his
eyebrows belligerently—"don't call the police."
    "I
think I'm going to be sick," Harry muttered.
    Gwenyth
laughed. She shook her head at her grandfather's audacity, but couldn't stop
the grin from forming on her lips anymore than her prudish brother could.
"Goodnight everyone."
    * * * * *
    Gregory's
smoldering gaze burned hotly as he peered down at his quarry. He would have
her. He would bide his time no more.
    Lucy
gulped. She could see Gregory's erection clearly outlined through his
fashionably tailored jeans. She realized with all certainty that her time was
running out. Gregory would listen to no more of her arguments. He would accept
nothing less than her total surrender.
    Gwenyth
bit on her lower lip as she read from Candy's latest published novel, The English Duke and the American Convenience Store Clerk . Finally, after
two hundred and some odd pages, the hero and the heroine were preparing to get
down and do the dirty deed. Gwenyth's belly clenched in anticipation.
    "What
do you want from me, Gregory?" Lucy closed her eyes against the pain of
her confused emotions, clenching