Free Distracted by Alexandra Warren Page A

I reminded her, “We figured that out earlier, remember?”
    She rolled her eyes as she made her way past me, snatching her purse off the couch before she headed out of the door.
    Something about her was different.
    She was edgier, feistier, even more intriguing.
    I was in big trouble.
    &
    “Shit, Bryson! Right there!”
    I drove into Nicole as hard as I could, desperate for a release. After spending time with Kennedy - touching Kennedy -, I knew the only way I could fight the urge to have her was to take it out on somebody else. This time, it just so happened to be a lucky groupie after my away game. I didn’t indulge in groupies that often, but something about the butter-pecan chick in the hella tight dress got me to change my mind for the night.
    Nicole had already gotten hers twice so I figured it was fair for me to get my own. I went a little harder, hitting all the right spots and causing her to let out porno-worthy screams even though I was doing it for my own selfish reasons. The selfish reasons that had me grunting before I released every ounce of build-up into the condom. 
    Nicole blushed as she rolled over to her back, pulling the cover up and over her naked body. She was biting her bottom lip, holding back a major grin like she was embarrassed by something.
    And just when I was getting ready to ask her about it, she said, “I’ve never done this before.”
    I panicked, hoping I hadn’t done something crazy like taken the poor girl’s virginity.
    “You’ve never done what?” I asked cautiously.
    “Had sex on the first night.”
    Whew.
    Though even that surprised me considering it didn’t take much for me to convince her to do so. But she actually seemed like a nice girl, one that I wouldn’t have a problem doubling back on later if I was ever in her city again.
    I hopped out of bed to go clean myself up in the bathroom as I yelled behind me, “Well I hope I made it worth your while.”
    Her answer was low, but I still heard her clearly as she replied, “That and more, Bryson. That and more.”
     

Kennedy
    I felt pitiful as I sat in my apartment alone watching Bryson’s postgame interview on what had to be its third loop on SportsCenter. Landon was at the club again so it was just me, my carton of Talenti, and my bottle of wine until either he made it back or I fell asleep, though I didn’t see sleep coming anytime soon.
    No matter how hard of a front I was able to put up in Bryson’s presence, that didn’t stop my real feelings from surfacing when I was alone. Like now, when I wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in a pair of strong arms as I dozed off to a movie while snuggled up on the couch.
    Landon’s arms are pretty strong, Kennedy.
    But my eyes were locked on the TV as I stared at Bryson’s arms that were squeezing against the sleeves of his blazer, the blazer that I had picked out for him. In fact, Bryson looked good in just about everything I dressed him in which made my job slightly easier.
    Landon dresses well too, Kennedy.
    I continued watching the interview and comparing the two though I knew there was really no comparison. While Bryson was all hot, and sexy, and thrill, Landon was sweet. Landon was comfortable. Landon was home.
    There wasn’t a decision for me to make.
    It was already made the second I said, “Yes”.
    I turned the TV off, pouring the last of the wine into my glass before taking it and the couple bites of Talenti I had left with me to the bedroom. I almost left my phone until it began buzzing against the coffee table. I doubled back, taking a peek at the screen and immediately rolling my eyes at the message.
    My flight gets in at 9. I’ll need you to come by around 10 to fit me for the game. -B$
    I thought about ignoring it, pretending like I had already fallen asleep when it came, but I had to remind myself that he was my boss.
    Kennedy: I’ll be there.
    Miss you, Kenn. Can’t wait to see you in the morning. ;) -B$
    I chugged my wine, not even saving a