Spring Training by Parker Kincade Read Free Book Online

was being a total dick, and yet, with the image of Tyler’s hands on her still fresh in his mind, he couldn’t seem to care.
    Jessa gave him a wary look. “Why, are you about to do something stupid?”
    Very, very stupid, according to the size of his erection. “You know, Tyler only wants one thing from you, princess.”
    The minute the words left his mouth, he’d regretted them. His own thoughts about Jessa over the last twenty-four hours weren’t exactly pure and innocent either. Oh no, his thoughts had been more of the naked and wet variety.
    So, what would be his claim? That he’d seen her first? Wanting Jessa in his bed, knowing it would be nothing more than a night or two, didn’t make him any better than Tyler for the one-nighters he enjoyed.
    Garrett needed to face the facts. A few days from now she’d be on the way back to New York and he’d have a season to play out.
    He should walk away from her right now.
    Yeah. Not fucking likely.
    “People always want something from me,” she murmured. “But, this ought to be good. Please, do tell.”
    “Jessa,” he warned. “I’ve known Tyler a long time. Love him like a brother.” Except when he has his hands on you. “But, he’s not the kind of guy that sticks around, if you know what I mean.”
    She pulled back. “Are you jealous?”
    “Of Tyler?”
    “You sound a little jealous.” She wasn’t even trying to hide her amusement.
    He bent to her ear, letting the warmth of his breath caress her. “And if I am?”
    Her skin erupted in goose bumps and her breath hitched. “Don’t do that.”
    “Do what?” He pressed his cheek against her hair, enjoying the silky feel of her curls against his skin. Curls he was dying to fist as she sucked him into the heaven that was her mouth.
    She jerked her head away. “Stop it, Garrett.”
    She wiggled, moving her arm until it hooked his, successfully removing his palm from the heat of her skin. She grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to the back of her neck. “Keep your hand there.”
    Oh, so Tyler could touch her, but he couldn’t?
    He tightened his grip on the hand he held. “Something about my touch bother you, princess? You didn’t have a problem with it last night.”
    “Can we just dance, please?”
    Before he could respond the music changed and Amy was there, pulling Jessa from his arms. “Let her go, Garrett. Go back to the table with the guys. Us girls are gonna get our groove on!” Amy laughed as she tugged on Jessa’s hand.
    Garrett watched as the women went to the center of the floor and started swaying with the music, oblivious of the couples dancing around them. He couldn’t help but smile at the delight on Jessa’s face. She seemed to be enjoying herself and he’d been a total ass. Resigned to the fact that he wouldn’t be dancing with her anytime soon, he went back to the table.
    “What the fuck are you doing?” Tyler eyed him as he slid a tumbler of whiskey into Garrett’s waiting hand.
    “I could ask you the same question.” Garrett’s eyes were glued on Jessa. She moved her body like she’d been made to dance. He didn’t think it possible to get harder than he already was, but that’s what she did to him. Two fucking days he’d known her and she’d turned him into a walking hard-on. She raised her arms over her head and rolled her body from her shoulders to her hips. Fuuuuuuck.
    “Are you listening to me?” Tyler punched him hard in the arm.
    “Ow! What the hell?”
    “Pay attention. Stop drooling over Jessa. And don’t worry. Jim and Miles are too busy ogling their wives to notice the eye fuck you’ve got going on. Seriously man. Tone that shit down.”
    Garrett didn’t take kindly to being told what to do, not by Tyler. Especially when it came to Jessa. “How about you mind your own fucking business.”
    “Or what?” Tyler sneered. “You gonna kick my ass? We aren’t in fucking college. You need to get control of yourself. And I mean now.”
    “Leave it