Her fingers glide up my side until she’s digging her nails into my shoulders. I slide one hand to her inner thighs and even with the material separating my fingers from warm skin, she squirms. “Do you want me?” I breathe into her mouth. I’ve never needed to hear a woman say yes this bad.
“Please,” she sighs.
I stand and she slides down the front of my body until her feet hit the floor. I flick the snap on her jeans and push them down, hooking her white panties at the same time. She’s working my shorts and I help until they’re kicked aside.
We stand facing each other nude for the first time. I snag my shorts and pull a condom from the back pocket. Jordan takes it from my fingers, gives me a sly smile, and rips it open with her teeth. I almost come on the spot.
Seeing all of her naked turns my brain to slush. She takes a step closer. I reach out and touch her waist. “So damn soft,” I say out loud.
“You’re easy.” She smiles and runs her hand over my hip. “I don’t want soft, though.” She leans in and pinches my ass, which brings a surprised chuckle from my throat. Maybe that’s what I like most about her—Jordan’s ability to make me laugh. No woman has added humor to my life. It could be that they’re not around long enough but I don’t know. It’s just something about Jordan that puts me in a state of constant longing. At the same time, she fills something inside me that I never knew was missing.
I lift her hand and bring it around to my erection. “Nothing soft here.” I grind into her palm and move my own hand up to her breast. “I like making these hard too.” I give a gentle twist to her right nipple, which immediately tightens back into a hard peak. I favor the other breast and lower my head to suck. “You taste so damn good,” I say with a flick of my tongue. Her head falls back and I thread my other hand through her hair to hold her in place as I trail kisses upward across her chest to her neck and then the corner of her lips.
“I want to taste you too,” she moans.
“Taste is good,” I breathe.
Before I kiss her, she squeezes my cock. “No, this.”
All I’m able to do at this point is groan and release her hair. She peppers light kisses down my body until she’s on her knees. I’ve fantasized about this too and pictured her incredible lips wrapped around my cock. Nothing in those dreams prepared me for the actual experience. She licks her lips and then that amazing tongue flicks across the head of my cock. Her hair has fallen over one breast and I move it back across her shoulder so her upper half is part of my very real fantasy. She opens her lips and slides them over me. I grab a chunk of hair and hold her in place while I slide slowly into her mouth.
“Show me what you want,” she challenges when I pull out.
“Fuck my cock with those sexy lips,” I groan.
She takes me deeper while her tongue dances over the head of my cock, driving me wild. I give her leeway until my balls seize in pending orgasm. I clench her hair tighter and thrust into her mouth repeatedly. Deeper…harder…faster. I can’t get enough and at the same time it’s almost too much. Jordan is sensual overload at its finest.
“Take it,” I say and release her hair as I explode. And she does. She fulfills this last fantasy like a pro and swallows everything I give her. The world goes black at the edges as the orgasm rocks me into next week.
At last I’m able to open my eyes and look down at the most incredible sight on the planet.
Jordan rests back on her knees. She’s wearing a grin that beats all other expressions I’ve seen on those amazing lips. Satisfaction and desire. I bend slightly and drag her up my body. “There are so many places on you I want to taste but we need a bed.” I lift her into my arms, carry her to the bed, and toss her onto the mattress. Laughter rings through the room when she bounces. I stand there admiring her jiggling breasts, perfect skin, and again those delectable lips.
I grab one of her legs and swing her around so both feet hang off the bed. Now it’s me on my knees with the most beautiful pussy imaginable inches from my mouth. Jordan comes up on her elbows. She gathers up her hair with one hand and flings it behind her back. I push her legs farther apart and slide a finger across her slit. She’s wet and from the small pout on her pink lips she’s more than ready. I decide on one taste before sliding my finger inside. Her hips come off the bed and I push down on her belly with a guttural laugh.
“Tell me what you want,” I repeat what she said to me minutes ago.
“Everything,” she sighs and collapses back against the sheets with a hand thrown over her eyes.
She has no idea what she’s just given me permission for. I kiss her between her thighs and add another finger. She’s so incredibly tight and warm…exactly as I remember. I lick her clit before pulling it past my lips and sucking. The low hum she makes in the back of her throat makes my dick harden. I inhale and breathe this woman’s passion into my lungs. I slide my fingers out and use my tongue to taste more of her. My slickened fingers move under her and I trail them down the seam of her ass. I find the puckered entrance I want and slowly slide one finger inside.
The back of her hand goes to her mouth to muffle her scream. When I stop exploring, her head moves back and forth on the bed. “No, no don’t stop,” she begs. Her thighs press in on me and I smile against her before sucking her clit again. Another strangled moan leaves her throat as she bucks up and down on the bed with her orgasm.
Before she stops trembling, I rise up and position myself over her. It’s at that exact moment I realize the condom is in the front room. With a groan, I kiss her and swallow the last of her low moans.
Her fingers thread into my hair and her knee rises slightly and pressed against my hard cock. “Condom’s in the other room,” I breathe into her mouth. “I’m a fucking idiot.” She laughs and I roll to the side and collapse on my back. “You’re laughing but I need energy to walk into the other room to grab the condom.”
Her hand rubs over my chest and she plays with one nipple. “Where’s the stamina Aiden Patrickson is known for?”
“You dare question my stamina?”
“Only because I’m too lazy to walk into the other room.”
“How about sleep and then morning sex?” I whisper.
We position ourselves at the head of the bed and Jordan pulls three of the four pillows in around herself.
“Are you sure there’s room for me?” I tease.
She tosses one of the pillows over the side of the bed and I pull her close. “You can be my pillow,” she whispers when I wrap my arms around her.
I have no idea why I start talking. “The Pronghorns gave me five mill to play for them the first season. It was a one-year contract and more money than I ever imagined. It didn’t matter that most starting quarterbacks made double that, the money changed my life.” I lean up and prop myself on my elbow so I’m peering down at Jordan. “I was twenty-three years old and too damn young to really understand what was happening. When you’re new to that kind of money, it’s hard to handle all the shit that comes with it. Sex, drugs, hell, I was even offered high-dollar bribes to throw games.” Jordan’s fingers dig into my chest. “No, I never took their money but that’s the world you’re coming into. Next, I signed a three-year deal for even more money. I’ve learned who to trust the hard way and now I bring few people into my personal life.”
I remain quiet for a moment. This woman is special. It’s stupid to deny my feelings. I want her in my private life.
I lay flat and stare at the ceiling when I add the next part to my late night confession. “Someday I want to settle down with someone special who understands this life.” I don’t tell her that she’s that special person. She’s not at the same point yet but I’m willing to wait.
Jordan Givens is mine.
Chapter Twenty-One
Jordan
I open my eyes and I’m immediately aware of Aiden’s absence. His presence fills a room and the loss of it leaves an empty spot in my chest. So much for morning sex. I hit my fist against a pillo
w. “Why the hell did I let this happen again?” I mutter. My mad crush is quickly turning into obsession. Poor Aiden couldn’t get away fast enough.
After a quick shower, I walk down to the bus and try not to think about my aching lady bits. My self-fulfilled shower orgasm only made me crave Aiden more, and I’m not in the best mood. There are also faces missing from the bus. This adds to the empty feeling in my gut. The players who won’t be returning have a later bus that’s taking them back to Albuquerque.
I catch a glimpse of Aiden heading to the bus parked behind this one and I’m thankful I don’t need to face him. Lane’s head sticks through the door and he spots me. I scoot over and make room. Each day I’m more and more thankful to call Lane my friend. Without him I’m not sure if I could handle the cold shoulder the other players give me. In college we were well on our way to “normal” by the time regular season rolled around. I don’t feel any closer today than I did on day one.
“You okay?” Lane asks with an inquisitive look.
“I’m fine. Can I have a bite of your apple?”
“Hmm.” He looks at the apple in question, his teeth marks in the red flesh. “After you taste me, baby, you’ll never go back to Patrickson.”
“Shh, you ass,” I say quietly, hoping no one heard.
He hands me the apple and I purposefully circle it around and bite over his teeth marks. It was a large piece and the juice slides down my chin. I exaggerate a tremble starting in my legs and heading up my chest to my arms.
I chew slowly and wipe the juice from my lips with the tip of one finger. “If you couldn’t guess, that was a bite-induced orgasm.” I peek sideways to see how Lane is handling my teasing. His eyes are focused upward and I adjust my gaze to the glacial expression of the man who left me unsatisfied this morning. I literally can’t help myself and lift the apple to him. “Bite right here and you won’t need sex,” I say testily.
I guess Aiden is still riding the jealousy train because he’s obviously angry. “I’ll pass so you and Lane can share your aphrodisiac in private.” He moves farther back in the bus and takes a seat behind us where I can’t see him.
Lane takes the apple from my suddenly weak fingers. “I guess things got interesting after I went to bed last night.”
“Interesting is a good word.”
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I have a damn blister on my right foot and the trainer took his time administering ointment and a bandage. Sometimes the rules for reporting injuries are stupid. It’s eight o’clock at night when I finally make it back to my hotel room. I grab a few grapes from the refrigerator in place of dinner, take a shower, and go straight to bed. Lane texts me that he already ate, and Aiden doesn’t call or stop by. Food is overrated, I tell myself and rub my nearly empty belly. I really don’t feel like eating.
The next morning we’re back on the bus and heading to Albuquerque. My hotel suite is no longer waiting for me and I take a smaller, less expensive room. Next week I need to find an alternative arrangement. I open my suitcase and pull out my comfortable jeans and a lightweight hoodie. I don’t want attention when I head out for dinner. Aiden might have gotten to me last night but dammit I’m hungry and I refuse to allow his jealousy to keep me from eating two nights in a row.
My phone buzzes before I leave the room.
Candice: Steph and I in city. Dinner?
Me: Just heading out. Can meet you.
Candice: We’re downstairs.
Me: Two minutes.
Candice and her parents made one of the preseason games and Candice texts me whenever she isn’t busy. I haven’t seen Steph since dinner at her mom’s. I so desperately need girl time and can’t wipe the grin from my face. I don’t bother adding makeup or combing my hair. I lift the hood of my shirt over my head and go to the lobby.
Candice screams and runs toward me as soon as I step from the elevator. I pull her into my arms and give her as big of a squeeze as she gives me. Steph is next with only slightly less exuberance.
“You’re life savers,” I tell them. “We need a private room somewhere with no boys allowed.”
“Oops,” Candice says. “I just sent a text to my brother.”
“Hell no. Send him another and tell him you had a flat tire or something.”
“Done,” Steph says and grabs Candice’s cell phone. “What are you doing?” Candice growls while trying to grab the phone back.
“You want to see the two of them together. I want the lowdown without Aiden around to keep her quiet.”
I shake my head. “No way am I talking sex to Aiden’s sisters.”
They freeze for two seconds and then Candice is back in my arms. “I knew you’d catch him.”
Shit. Did I just admit to having sex with their brother? I glance at Steph and see the sly smile on her face.
Hell.
“We aren’t getting married or anything,” I whisper to Candice and push her back. “It was barely sex at all and I’m saying nothing more. Steph, please cancel the date with your idiot brother.”
She types into the phone then looks up. “Done.”
“What did you say?” Candice asks when Steph hands the phone back over. Candice reads it out loud.
Sorry brother dear but you pissed the lady kicker off and are no longer invited to girl’s night out.
“Perfect,” Candice says and gives me another excited grin.
I’m not so sure that it was perfect but hopefully it keeps Aiden from searching for us. There’s no way I can verbally spar with him tonight. I’m still angry that he got mad over me teasing Lane. The jerk left me minus one incredible orgasm and he doesn’t deserve to eat with us.
We find a quiet bistro and take a table in the back. Candice’s phone buzzes a few times and she finally turns it off. “Aiden isn’t happy and he wants to know where we are. Until you tell us what he did, I’m not speaking to him.”
Crap. I can’t tell them he left me without a promised orgasm. These are his sisters and one is only sixteen.
“Oh, it’s good. She’s blushing,” Candice says as she laughs.
I lift my fingers and pretend to lock my lips.
“No way.” She doesn’t miss a beat. “Okay, I don’t need descriptive sex, just the outline of your affair.”
“Affair,” I say with a smile. “Neither Aiden or I are married. I don’t think this qualifies as an affair.”
“Tryst, tête-à-tête, hot sex, though that’s a little gross when it involves my brother but whatever you want to call it…spill.”
I glance at Steph and she’s no help. “Don’t let her age stop you. When I have boyfriend issues I call her.”
“She’s sixteen,” I mutter.
Candice takes my hand. “You have no idea what my softball teammates talk about. We all have that special fantasy guy picked out to pop our cherries.”
I choke on my water and pull my hand away from hers to cover my mouth.
“See?” Steph says. “She also reads romance novels, but I don’t think Mom or Ty has any idea what’s actually in those things.”
I read romance novels at her age too. Now I prefer a good mystery but hey, I never knock romance, because they were my mother’s favorites. “We hooked up and he snuck out before dawn. He saw me later that morning on the bus joking around with Lane Grisham, the other kicker, and Aiden’s been a jerk since. Bottom line, a rendezvous,” I look at Candice when I emphasize the word “rendezvous” and continue, “is a no-no at this point in my career. I slipped up and I hope you don’t have your heart set on me and your brother because it’s not happening.”
Candice ignores the entire end of my statement. “He’s jealous. My brother never gets jealous. Ask Steph.”
A slow smile spreads over Steph’s face. “Never,” she agrees.
“And that helps me how? I really don’t need a guy in my life right now. Lane and I are friends and at least he believes in me. Your brother has made it very clear that a woman shouldn’t be playing pro football. I’ll stick with hav
ing the people around me who offer unconditional support.” I sweep them both with my gaze. “You two and your mother have moved to the top of my friends list. Thank you for backing me.”
“Psh,” Candice says and stares at me with her big expressive eyes. “Our goal is to be number one in your fan club. It’s so incredible to turn on the news and see your face and hear about everything you’re doing. It’s also good for our brother to be taken down a peg or two. For way too long he’s been the God of football in this town. It puts a lot of pressure on him. Maybe this year with the light on you, he’ll do better.”
Without thinking, I immediately come to Aiden’s defense. “He hasn’t had a front line to help him out since he started playing for the Pronghorns. He has too much talent for a team as bad as this one. I have no idea why he sticks around and you need to lay off him. If the team gets their shit together, your brother will shine.”
“She likes him,” Candice squeals to her sister. “She even defends him after he’s been a jerk.” Her hand comes up and she fist bumps the air. “Ca-ching.”
I glance at Steph, who can’t take the grin off her face. “I’ve been set up, haven’t I?”
“Yep and you failed. You’re into our brother and we aren’t letting you go without a fight.” Steph continues smiling.
I cover my eyes and groan. “Not now. I need to concentrate on my game and not a hot guy with an attitude.”
Candice claps her hands and several guests at the restaurant turn her way. “Beauty and the beast. It’s perfect.”
“You’re hopeless,” I tell her.
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” she says gleefully.
“That’s enough talk about your brother and our non-existent romance. I need girl talk—clothes, shoes, anything without testosterone.”
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