Roughing The Kicker

ROUGHING THE KICKER THE PACKAGE DEAL BOOK 6 RHELAND RICHMOND EMERSON BECKETT Copyright © 2023 Rheland Richmond & Emerson Beckett All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out, or otherwise circulated without the publisher's prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. Under no circumstances may any part of this book be photocopied for resale. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are a product of the author’s imagination. 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Cover Art: Cosmic Letterz Editor: Jamie Piatt Proofread: Jennifer Green Sign up for Rheland & Emerson’s newsletter for exclusive content and to learn more about her latest books: www.rhelandrichmond.com/newsletter www.emersonbeckett.com/newsletter CONTENTS Prologue - Dominick 1. Jesse 2. Dominick 3. Jesse 4. Dominick 5. Jesse 6. Dominick 7. Jesse 8. Dominick 9. Jesse 10. Dominick 11. Jesse 12. Dominick 13. Jesse 14. Dominick 15. Jesse 16. Dominick 17. Jesse 18. Dominick 19. Jesse 20. Dominick 21. Jesse 22. Dominick 23. Jesse 24. Dominick 25. Jesse 26. Dominick 27. Jesse 28. Dominick 29. Jesse 30. Dominick Epilogue - Jesse A Note from the Authors Other Books In The Package Deal Series Also by Rheland Richmond About Rheland Richmond Also By Emerson Beckett About Emerson Beckett. “Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” ~ Emily Bronte PROLOGUE - DOMINICK “Do you mind sharing a room with Jesse? It would only be for the night. They’ll have the other one ready tomorrow.” I bit the inside of my cheek. Think Dom, think. But nothing useful came to mind except images of Jesse Evans naked. What was I supposed to say? No? I inclined my head and somehow managed to form words. “Sure. Uh… no problem.” “Are you sure?” Greg held my gaze, searching my reaction for any indication that I wasn’t okay spending the night with that hot fucker. And honestly, I wasn’t sure I was. Still, I swallowed and just let the first thing I could think of fall out of my mouth. “Yeah, it’s fine. I was just worried. I have sleep apnea and I might snore. That’s all,” I laughed maniacally. “Don’t wanna keep him up or anything.” Don’t think about him being up. Don’t think about him being up. Greg blew out a breath. The look of relief on his face would have been comical if I wasn’t a massive ball of nerves, but there was no way I’d burst his bubble. He and Cooper didn’t have to invite me, but they did. And I needed to be gracious and not bust a nut right here in the airport. Or get on the next available flight back to Portland. “Oh, yeah, okay. I’m sure it’ll be fine. Jesse was in the military, so I’m sure he’s used to all kinds of noises at night.” I tried to control the squirming, but I couldn’t stop myself from fidgeting. I tried tamping down my raging, overwhelming lust for the former Navy SEAL. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.” Greg clapped me on the shoulder. “Thanks, man. We really appreciate it.” With that settled, he walked away and went over to talk to Marcus. Jesse Evans was the hottest man I’d ever seen. He had muscles for days. Muscles I wanted to lick, and—no. Couldn’t go there or I’d be sporting a huge boner. It seriously wasn’t fair for one man to be so damn tempting. He was tall and dressed like a runway model, with his perfect blond hair and his perfect smile. And then there was his commanding tone that just did it for me. I felt like I might have a heart attack right here at the airport and he was nowhere around to resuscitate me with vigorous mouth-to-mouth. I’d die right here on the floor of the airport before I could get my hands on him. Dropping my head back, I stared at the ceiling and prayed to Saint Rocco to protect me from myself tonight. All I wanted to do was to climb him like a tree and rub myself all over him. I bet he could make me cum just by looking at me with that piercing and smoldering look that said hold your ass still while I rim you till you lose your damn mind. And I would, too. I’d hold still and let him have his wicked way with me in any goddamn position he wanted. God, now I was hard. Fanculo la mia vita. Fuck my life. Running my hand through my short, wavy hair, I steeled my resolve to get through one night in close proximity to him. I could do that. I’d get in bed and go the fuck to sleep. All I had to do was