Page 54 of Over Time Advantage

“Took you long enough,” Reggie says with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “What were you doing? Braiding each other’s hair? Painting toenails? Exchanging recipes?”

The girls all giggle like they’re schoolgirls. It’s kind of cute.

Fallon points to the familiar, petite, attractive woman with brown hair, dressed similarly to Fallon. “Jett, this is Darian Knight.”

Darian and I smile at each other. “We play pickleball together,” I tell Fallon. “Darian is a beast on the court.” She’s crazy competitive. Most of the women are afraid to play with her.

She lets out a laugh. “It’s good to see you, Jett.” She bites back a smile. “I didn’t know he was your date, Fallon.”

“Me neither.” She points to a taller woman who’s dressed a bit more stylishly, with dark hair and blue eyes. “This is Cassandra.” She points to another petite woman in overalls who looks like she spent the morning painting. “This is Amanda. Darian and Cassandra are attorneys married to a father and son, though I suppose you know Jackson.” I nod. “Cassandra is the cougar. Amanda is the artist. You’ve probably heard of her husband, Beckett Windsor.”

Oh wow. Beckett Windsor is a billionaire entrepreneur. This is a power group.

I shake all their hands and exchange normal pleasantries.

Cassandra looks me up and down. “You’re a big man, Jett. Even bigger than you look on television.”

“I’m surrounded by professional football players on television, not a group of beautiful women. I much prefer starting my mornings with you. I’m usually in a smelly gym with those Neanderthals at this hour.”

She smiles in approval. “Good answer.”

Fallon pulls my arm. “Come. I’ll pour you some coffee.”

I shake my head. “No need. You ladies enjoy it. I’ll grab some on my way home. Will you walk me to my car?”

She nods. “Of course.”

I look at her friends. “It was nice to meet you all. Hopefully I’ll see you again soon.”

They all wish me well. I can hear Cassandra’s catcalls regarding my ass as we walk toward Fallon’s garage door. When I went to get the cowboy hat, she offered to let me park in her garage for the night.

Once alone, I pull her into my arms again and kiss her lips. “Can I see you tonight?”

She shakes her head. “I’ll be at Tanner’s. Schedules permitting, Sunday dinners are kind of a thing for us, even when I’m not living there.”

She explained to me last night that she’s been living at Tanner’s house for the past three months while helping Bailey. She wants to leave but needs to rip the Band-Aid off slowly because Harper is enjoying having both her parents under one roof. She said it will probably be a few more weeks.

“Tomorrow night?” I ask.

She smiles. “You’re terrible at the whole playing hard to get thing.”

I chuckle. “I’m not looking to play games. You know I want you. Badly.”

She nods. “I do. And I’m flattered. Text me. We’ll make a plan to get together one night this week.” She winks at me. “I’ll look into some sexy lingerie.”

During our pillow talk last night, I questioned her about being restrained. How far she likes to take things. It turns out she takes it very far. She likes to be tethered or restrained in any way. She gets off on giving up control. She then put it on me to tell her something I might enjoy. The only thing that came to mind was seeing her sexy body in lace. I can think of a million outfits I’d love to watch her prance around the house wearing. Hmm, maybe instead of flowers, I’ll send her something from a lingerie shop today.

FALLON

After stealing a few more kisses, I say goodbye to Jett and walk back into the house. Four pairs of curious eyes are on me, but I ignore them, heading straight for the freezer. I grab a bag of frozen corn, plop onto one of my stools, place it directly between my legs, and sigh. “Yes, I’m that sore.”

The four of them burst into loud laughter. I can’t help but join in on the silliness.

“That good?” Cassandra inquires with amusement.

My eyelids flutter. “Sooo good. He’s ridiculously thick. My poor vagina will never be the same again. And his turnaround time was crazy. My heartbeat didn’t even have time to return to normal before he wanted another round.”

“He’s crazy hot,” Amanda offers on a moan. “Even hotter than on TV.”