All the reasons Reid’s off-limits.
All the reasons I shouldn’t want him.
When the DJ slows it down, I turn to Reid, ready to suggest we take a break, but he reaches for me, offering me his hand. There’s a challenge in the arch of his brow and the slant of his lips. He thinks I’ll say no. I clasp my fingers with his and allow him to pull me close. I wrap my arms around his neck, my breasts pressed to the hard muscles of his chest like it’s no big deal—even though it so is—as we sway to the music.
“You weren’t kidding.” I look up at him from under my lashes, taking the opportunity to study his face. His cheeks are flushed and there’s a fine stubble lining his jaw, but it does little to detract from the fullness of his lips or the dimple I can’t stop thinking about. “About being a good dancer, I mean.”
“Parents made me take dance until I was twelve,” he admits, his breath hot against my cheek.
“You did not.” Although as soon as I say it, I remember Vaughn’s nickname: Twinkle Toes.
“Would I joke about wearing a leotard?” He wiggles his brows. “Trust me. There’s nothing more awkward than a twelve-year-old boy with raging hormones and a pair of ill-fitting tights.”
I laugh in spite of myself. I can totally picture it. “You probably loved it because it gave you a chance to show off your giant package.” Heat floods my cheeks, and I take a step back, dropping my hands to my sides. I cannot believe those words just came out of my mouth. “I didn’t mean that. I meant—”
“Oh, no you don’t.” He smirks and pulls me back into his arms, locking them around my waist. “I want to hear more about this giant package.”
“Yes, well, I actually meant to say giant ego.” God, I suck at lying. He can probably see right through me.
“Riiiight. You know, if you want to see my package, all you have to do is ask.” My nostrils flare, and I’m sure he knows I’m thinking about his giant cock—how could I not after that statement?—so he pushes the advantage. “I promised myself the next time we kissed, it would be because you were begging for it. But I’ve realized something. A real man doesn’t need a woman to beg. Hell, I should be groveling at your feet for another taste of sweet salvation.”
Sweet salvation.
Reid’s words land like a firestorm, obliterating all rational thought and melting my defenses. He’s the last guy I should want. Problem is, he’s the only guy my ovaries crave. I haven’t forgotten the way his lips worshipped mine or the feel of his thick arms wrapped around me, holding me tight. And all this dancing—if you can even call it that—has only increased the need to feel his mouth on mine, his tongue promising exquisite pleasure if I could just give myself over to the base instincts that connect us.
He watches me, eyes burning like a blue flame.
I should walk away. It would be the smart thing to do. But my feet are glued to the floor, making it impossible to move. I could blame it on spilled beer, but the truth is, I want this as badly as he does. Maybe more. The way he pressed his body to mine while we danced? I felt a hell of a lot more than the chiseled muscles of his abs. And I’d only be lying to myself if I said I didn’t enjoy the length of his cock snug against the curve of my ass.
“Reid.” His name is barely a whisper on my lips, but it’s enough. I’m not sure which of us moves first. Hell, maybe we move at the same time. It doesn’t matter, because our lips are crashing together and he’s stroking my back, his fingertips sending a thrill up my spine as the rough pads skate over my bare flesh. Reid’s mouth is hot and greedy, slanting over mine possessively as his tongue darts in and out, sweeping across my own like a man without control. I tangle my fingers in his hair, losing myself in the pool of desire that wells up from deep in my belly.
When I finally pull back, gasping for breath, Reid brushes kisses across my cheek, along my jawline, and down my neck. I melt in his embrace, and it’s all I can do not to grind my pelvis against his, seeking relief for the rising tension between my legs. We should stop. There are hundreds of people in the bar, including our teammates, but it’s dark as hell and I can’t bring myself to care.
Not when Reid’s kissing me like this.
He captures my mouth again and our teeth grind together at the force of it. I’ve never been kissed like this and I know without a doubt that sex with Reid will be like nothing I’ve ever experienced before either.
He’s brimming with passion and while our kisses are frantic, there’s nothing sloppy about the way his mouth moves over my body or the way his fingers lace with mine as he raises our joined hands and presses a kiss to my inner wrist. My skin is on fire and there’s a bead of sweat between my breasts that wasn’t there when we were dancing.
“Let’s get out of here,” he says, pitching his voice low so only I can hear the words he whispers in my ear. His cool confidence rattles me and I freeze, certain let’s get out of here is code for let’s fuck. After all, hadn’t I just been thinking the same thing? “I want you on your back screaming my name, Carter. And I think you want it too. The only question is, how long are you going to fight the chemistry between us?”
Chapter Fourteen
Austin
The five-minute ride to the apartment complex feels like fifty with Carter sitting next to me in that tiny fucking skirt. Hell, I’m surprised she agreed to leave with me. I figured she’d bolt, but when she suggested we go back to her place, I wasn’t about to argue.
For once we’re on the same page.
I glance over at Carter. We’re sitting at a red light and she’s staring out the window, unusually quiet. Is she having second thoughts? Wouldn’t that be a kick in the balls? I reach across the console and lay a hand on her thigh, caressing the lean muscles that drive me wild. “What’s on your mind?”
Carter glances over, a mischievous smile curving the corners of her heart-shaped lips. She spreads her legs just a tiny bit wider. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have sex in a car.”
Fuuuck.
I’m so hot for her my dick will probably have a zipper imprint for the next week. A woman who knows what she wants is sexy as hell, and the last thing I want to do is deny Carter, but it’s not gonna happen. “Our first time isn’t going to be in the Jeep.” I slide my hand higher so my fingers scrape her inner thigh. “But there are plenty of other things we can do.”
The light changes and I press down on the accelerator as I slip my hand under her skirt. My knuckles slide across her center and Carter gives a small gasp of pleasure. She’s already wet. Me? I’m about to lose it in my pants like a fourteen-year-old. I shift in my seat, trying to adjust myself as I trace a line down the damp fabric of her panties with my finger. When Carter leans her head back and moans, I take it as an invitation to continue, sliding her underwear to the side and dipping my fingers between her slick folds.
Christ, she’s wet.
I start off with slow, lazy strokes, but by the time I sweep my thumb across her clit and plunge my fingers inside, her hips are bucking against the leather upholstery and the seat belt is the only thing keeping her body fixed in place. I increase the pace—we’re almost to her apartment—and watch as she comes, head back, eyes closed, with a white-knuckled grip on the door handle. She’s fucking beautiful and her soft moans nearly undo me.
It’s the first time Carter’s allowed herself to be vulnerable with me. The realization tugs at something in my chest and I swear she won’t regret it.
Her eyes are still closed when I withdraw my hand and throw the Jeep in park in front of the apartment complex. “That was…”
“Foreplay,” I say, unbuckling both our seat belts. Then I hop out of the Jeep and jog around to the other side, opening the door to help her out. I grab a sleeve of condoms from the glove box before I shut the door. Carter eyes the gold wrappers and straightens her spine. With the heels, we’re nearly at eye level. She’s got this blissed-out look and her pupils have grown so wide they blend into the coffee-color
ed irises. I lean forward and plant my hands on the Jeep, trapping her between my forearms. “You sure about this?”
Carter sparks like a lit fuse, launching herself forward and capturing my mouth with her own. Her soft lips crash against mine with vigor and she grabs my cock, cupping it over the thick denim. A jolt of electricity goes straight to the base of my spine and I groan, unable to stop myself. My balls are drawn up so tight I swear they might explode at even the slightest touch.
“We should probably move this inside before you get a ticket for indecent exposure.” She releases my dick and gives me a playful shove. “Wouldn’t want that on the front page of The Collegian, would we?”
Among other things.
I follow her to the apartment, admiring the view of her perky ass as we climb the stairs. When she turns the key in the lock, all bets are off. I snake an arm around her waist and lift her off her feet, pressing her back to the wall even as she wraps her legs around my waist. I think I hear the sound of fabric ripping, but I can’t bring myself to give a fuck because she drags my mouth to hers and plunges her tongue inside with renewed enthusiasm. Carter rocks her hips against my cock with desperate motions that mirror my own.
I need to get this woman naked.
With my hands clasped on her ass, I turn toward the hall. We’ve barely made it three steps when Carter freezes, her eyes growing round.
“Shit!” She pushes away from me, and I let go as her feet drop to the floor. I watch in fascination as she tiptoes down the hall with her left ass cheek hanging out, and looks in one of the bedrooms. Now that I’m not so distracted with thoughts of Carter riding my cock, I can hear the sounds of…a rainforest? Must be one of those sound machines. All the better for masking Carter’s sexy little moans. She shuts the door and whispers, “Becca’s home.”
“So we’ll just have to be quiet.” I close the distance between us and trail my fingers down her arm. “Think you can manage?”
Carter lifts her chin. “I can manage if you can.”
That’s my girl. I discard the thought as soon as it crosses my mind. Carter’s not my girl. She never will be. This thing is purely physical. Hell, once we get it out of our systems, it’ll be business as usual. Carter grabs my hand and drags me down the hall. I stumble over my own two feet like an asshole and she giggles. It’s light and flirty. Definitely not the kind of sound I associate with Carter, but I’m digging it.
No sooner has she closed the door than she’s pushing me down on the bed, climbing astride as she yanks her tank top over her head. The room is dark, but a shaft of moonlight slants across the bed, bathing Carter in its soft glow. My gaze goes straight to her tits, which are fucking perfect. They’re full and round with rosy nipples that are just begging to be sucked.
I cup the soft flesh in my hands, massaging her breasts as I take them in my mouth. First the right, then the left, using my tongue to stimulate the tender peaks before biting them gently. She throws her head back and moans, arching her back and begging for more. I’m lavishing kisses on her collarbone when she starts rolling her hips, creating the kind of friction that’s liable to make my cock go off like a rocket.
I want to take things slow and give her the pleasure she deserves, but fuck. I didn’t expect this side of Carter. She’s ravenous, and there’s no way I can slow things down. I grab her hips and roll us over, so I’m pinning her to the mattress. I don’t mind giving up control once in a while, but if I don’t wrest it from her now, this whole thing will be over in two minutes.
Unacceptable.
After weeks of foreplay, I fully intend to give Carter the best goddamn orgasm of her life.
I don’t care if it’s a bad idea or if Coach forbade it. There’s nothing I want more than to claim Carter. Her mouth, her breasts, those beautiful fucking legs. The image of them wrapped around my hips while I’m buried in her hot, wet pussy has inspired more than one of my fantasies and now that it’s finally going to happen, I intend to enjoy every second of it.
With her hair splayed out around her head and her full breasts on display, she looks like a fantasy come to life. I pepper kisses down the column of her neck, across her breasts and over her belly. She strokes the back of my head as I make my way toward the tiny skirt. The damn thing needs to go, but I can’t find the zipper.
Carter reaches behind her and I hear the slow drag of metal as the skirt loosens around her waist. I tug the skirt down, taking the black lace underwear with it. Then I stand at the foot of the bed and pull my T-shirt over my head as Carter watches with heavy-lidded anticipation. She must like what she sees, because her bottom wriggles and she rubs her knees together.
Shit. I know the feeling. I can’t get these fucking clothes off fast enough. I want to touch every part of her body, learn every curve, and explore every inch of it with my mouth until I know it better than I know my own.
“Don’t worry, gorgeous. I promise to make it worth the wait.” I unzip my jeans and free my cock, gripping the base in my hand so Carter can get a good look at what she does to me. I’ve never been so desperate for a woman in my life.
“I guess now I know what all the fuss was about.”
“Damn right.” I grab a condom and tear it open, rolling it on as I step out of my jeans. I climb onto the bed and settle between her thighs, my cock nudging at her entrance.
“Um, it’s been a while,” she says, not meeting my eyes. Her limbs stiffen beneath me. “Since I’ve had sex, I mean.”
The admission awakens my inner caveman, and I want to pound my chest, simultaneously thrilled she’s chosen me and determined to protect her. I have to be sure she isn’t going to regret this later. Even if it means a week’s worth of cold showers and selfie time.
“It’s been a while for me too.” I press a finger to her chin and turn her face to mine. “I haven’t been with anyone else since before training camp.”
“Two months? That’s your definition of a dry spell?” She rolls her eyes, clearly not appreciating what a big deal it is. “I haven’t had sex in—”
“Hey.” I stroke her cheek. “It doesn’t matter if it’s been a few weeks or a few months. None of that matters. We’ve been on a collision course since you told me you’d rather streak across campus than play ball with me.”
She laughs at this, the tension melting from her shoulders. Her face softens, and I lower my mouth to hers, claiming it the way I’ve wanted to since the first day she tempted me with those sassy lips. The kiss starts slow and gentle, but when she opens her mouth and body to me, a silent invitation, it’s all I can do not to sink into her with one hard thrust. But I’ve waited weeks for this; I can wait a few more seconds. She spreads her thighs and hooks her ankles around my back. I ease in slowly until I’m seated to the hilt.
“Ooooh,” she says, the sound more a purr than a coherent word.
She’s so fucking tight it’s torture not to move, but I hold steady, giving her a chance to adjust to my size. When she starts rotating her hips, I drop my forehead to hers and match the pace she’s set. She skims her hands over my shoulders and rakes her nails down my back, digging them in and pulling me closer, like she can’t get enough. The feeling’s mutual. Sex with Carter is so much better than the fantasy. I roll my hips and she moans. I do it again and seal my lips to hers, muffling the sexy noises she’s making.
“You feel so fucking good, Kennedy.”
She freezes, and I get another glimpse of the vulnerability she hides behind her quick wit and cool exterior. I pause and sweep a strand of hair from her damp forehead.
“What is it?” I ask.
“That’s the first time you’ve called me Kennedy.” She bites her lower lip, the flesh plumping under her teeth. “I kind of like the sound of my name on your lips…Austin.”
When she says my name, the tension at the base of my spine becomes almost unbearable and I know I won’t be able to hold out much longer. I take her mouth in mine, pouring weeks of pent-up frustration an
d raw desire into the kiss, and push us both toward oblivion. My hips crash against hers, and I sink into her warmth with renewed fervor. When Carter’s back bows off the bed, my name on her lips, I come, spiraling right over the edge with her.
Kennedy
The early morning sun cascades over the bed, but I squeeze my eyes tight and snuggle down under the covers. I’m warm and cozy and content, and honestly, who needs sunshine when there’s sleep to be had? Not me.
It’s my day off and nothing is getting me out of this bed.
I roll onto my side, which takes some effort because there’s a heavy weight across my midsection. It takes my groggy, caffeine-deprived brain a few seconds to catch up with my body, but when it does? I kind of want to slink back into blissful ignorance.
Austin. Sex. Multiple orgasms. Everything comes rushing back to me in the harsh light of day, panic rising in my chest.
Okay, no need to freak out. It was probably just a dream.
One that needs repeating every freaking night.
I slowly open my right eye and find myself face-to-face with Waverly’s golden boy. I squeeze my eye shut again, lowering the lid in swift denial. Big mistake. Shutting out the world only brings my night with Austin into sharper focus, my brain replaying our time together like a highlight reel.
I had sex with Austin Reid. A football player. And it was the best sex of my life.
Maybe there was something to be said for experience after all. But no, that wasn’t it. Austin was a generous lover, practically a unicorn on this campus. He paid attention to what curled my toes and wrung those embarrassing moans from deep in my throat. Hell, he’d dedicated himself to my orgasms with the same vigor he gave the game. It was something I hadn’t expected, hadn’t known I craved, but now that I’ve had a taste—
No. Just no. This was a one-time lapse in judgment. It can’t happen again. I promised my mom and that means something.
God knows she hasn’t asked much of me over the years.
Claiming Carter Page 15
