Traded (Nashville Grizzlies, #1)

by Carly Marie

I knew Brax would already be up. He’d been up with the birds the first two days, and judging by the smell of coffee wafting into my room, today was no different. I also knew he wouldn’t be wearing a shirt, meaning I needed to put jeans on instead of the lightweight cotton pajamas I’d put on before bed. Pursing my lips, I searched for a pair of underwear and jeans that were going to keep everything in place until I could get my dick to behave itself. At that point, I’d get my running shorts on and head out for a jog before coming in to do my normal routine before a game. Except my normal routine was going to be all sorts of messed up because I couldn’t take my cup to the living room and watch cartoons while I colored. I really needed to prioritize that remodel of my seating area in my room. It wouldn’t take much. There was always my playroom that I could go to, but that was way too risky with Brax in the house. I was back to square one with how to get my normal decompression time before a game. At least my musing had gotten my dick to stand down. Actually, it had left me grumpy enough that I didn’t think the jeans would be necessary at all. I pulled my running shorts on, grabbed one of my T-shirts, and headed toward the kitchen for a snack before my run. “Hey.” Brax was smiling at me as soon as my door opened, but to my surprise, he was wearing a T-shirt and joggers. “You’ve got a shirt on.” I slapped my forehead at my reaction. “Sorry, I’m just so used to seeing you withou...