Game For Tonight (Entangled Brazen) (Game for It)

by Karen Erickson

  “Ah, shit.” He bit the words out and squeezed his eyes closed, looking as if he was in absolute agony. His thighs tensed beneath her palms and his entire body went rigid. She knew he was working his hardest not to come.

  She also knew she wasn’t about to have any of that funny business.

  “This is all about you tonight. All for you,” she whispered, sucking just the head of his cock between her lips before she released her hold on him. “I want you to come in my mouth, Flynn. Please? Are you going to make me beg?”

  “Ah, God.” The words seemed torn out of his throat just as she wrapped her lips around him again, swallowing as much of him as she could. She lashed at his flesh with her tongue, suctioning tight, gazing up at him, just when he looked down at her.

  And that was all it took. He tugged on her hair, making her whimper around his cock just as he erupted in her mouth. His long moan was a beautiful sound as he shuddered, his orgasm taking him over completely. She sucked up every last drop, downright proud she swallowed when normally she didn’t.

  For Flynn, she wanted to give him everything. Make every sexual encounter between them unforgettable.

  She didn’t want him to ever forget anything that they shared. More than anything, she didn’t want him to forget her.

  …

  Flynn grabbed hold of Aubrey right after she wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, the satisfied glow in her eyes telling him she’d just enjoyed every minute of giving him a blow job.

  That was hot. Almost as hot as watching her wrap those plump pink lips around his cock, sucking him deep as if her very life depended on it. The sight of Aubrey on her knees, bringing him so much pleasure, had been the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

  “Come here,” he said, taking her with him as they moved up the bed together. She wound her legs around his, their mouths meeting in a passionate, tongue-thrusting kiss.

  He’d told himself only hours ago he needed to go to bed early. Focus on practice tomorrow and not let himself get too caught up in Aubrey.

  Yet here he was, completely caught up in Aubrey.

  “I want to kiss you everywhere,” he whispered against her lips just before he slipped down the length of her body, doing just that. He mapped her body with his mouth. Her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, his tongue lingered on her nipples, giving them plenty of attention. He rained kisses across her trembling stomach, her hipbones, the gentle slope of soft, pale skin that led to her sex. He could smell her, wanted to devour her, but he skipped over where she most likely wanted him to go, pressing his mouth to her inner thigh. She moaned and he glanced up at her, saw that she watched him, and a surge of lust rode over him, making his cock hard all over again.

  Crazy.

  “You like watching me touch you?” When he was with Aubrey, he felt bolder. Comfortable. So comfortable, he wasn’t worried about the upcoming game, the importance of it, what was expected of him. All the stuff that usually ate at him from within and made him want to work stronger, harder, faster dissipated into the air.

  All he could focus on was the naked woman in his bed.

  “Yeah,” she whispered, a little smile curving her lips. “Even when you’re being a tease.”

  “You teased me,” he pointed out, smoothing his hands along her bare legs. Curving his palm over her knee, down her calf, marveling at how silky soft her skin was. He could touch her forever. All night long.

  “And I know you loved it.” She ran her hand over his hair, pushing it back from his forehead. “Don’t stop, Flynn. Please.”

  Without a word he settled his mouth over her, somehow knowing exactly what she wanted. She closed her eyes and arched into him, her fingers tight in his hair. She was so wet and hot, fragrant with her desire, and, fuck, he couldn’t get over it. Couldn’t get over that he was with Aubrey, eating her like he was a man starved, sliding his fingers deep inside her body and making her cry out.

  He was falling for her. He knew it. Did she feel the same way? He didn’t know, wasn’t sure, and he hated that.

  “Oh God, oh God,” she chanted, her hips lifting. He slid another finger inside her, thrusting deep, circling her clit with his tongue before he drew it between his lips and sucked. She cried out sharply, clutching his hair as the tremors started from deep within her and spread out. He literally felt the orgasm move through her, wash over her, and he watched in complete fasciation, overwhelmed at the intimate moment they were sharing. Overwhelmed with his feelings for her, too.

  He let her ride out the orgasm, his mouth never leaving her the entire time, until, with a final shuddering exhale, she slumped onto the mattress like she was melting. He moved away from her just as she threw her arm over her eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly, nipples hard and a dark rosy pink. He wanted to suck them. Still. Again. More.

  That was the word of the night. More, more, more. It rattled around in his brain, made him feel like a man possessed. That’s all he wanted. More naked skin on skin, more sex, more kissing, more sweet smiles and trembling moans and orgasms and…

  Aubrey.

  Glancing down at himself, he saw he was rock hard. He’d come only minutes ago, with an orgasm that had completely drained him. Yet he’d like nothing more than to thrust deep inside her and fuck her straight into oblivion.

  Grimacing, he shifted up the mattress so he was lying beside her. Fuck was such a harsh word. He’d never thought of himself as a romantic, but maybe he was. He didn’t want to just fuck Aubrey. He wanted to…

  Make love? That sounded so serious. Those two little words sounded so “we’re in a relationship so we only make love,” and their relationship hadn’t reached that point. But they weren’t just fuck buddies, either. What he felt for Aubrey was more than that.

  What exactly do you feel for her?

  Tough question he didn’t really want to analyze at the moment, thank you very much.

  She turned toward him, slipping her arms around him and resting her head on his chest. He held her close, his mouth on her forehead, and she tilted her head back, her lips pursed for his kiss, which he delivered.

  “We’re not done, are we?” She sounded drowsy, a little worn out, and he chuckled, kissing her again.

  “No.” He thrust his hips against her slowly so she could feel exactly what she’d done to him. “I’m not even close to being done.”

  A lazy, wicked smile curled her lips. Her hair was a mess. Her cheeks were flushed. She looked thoroughly satisfied, and he liked that he was the one who put that expression on her face.

  “Good,” she said simply, squirming closer to him. Her hard nipples brushed against his chest, and when she wrapped one leg around his hip, opening herself to him, he could literally feel the heat emanating from her body. “Because I’m not close to being done, either.”

  Their kiss consumed. Devoured. Tongues tangling, hands everywhere, soft whispers and shuddery moans escaped them. Somehow he found a condom on the bedside table and tore into the wrapper, sliding the condom on quickly. He loomed above her on his knees, so intent on getting ready to plunge inside of her that it took him a moment to realize just how gorgeous she looked, spread out like an offering before him.

  Sex had never seemed like a big deal to him. Merely a means to an end, and he’d never let it go too far for fear he’d become distracted. He’d needed to focus on the game. On the win. On his career.

  He was finally realizing there was more to life than the game. Than winning. Than his career. He could have a personal life and a professional one. They could coexist. Hell, he could have it all.

  And he wanted to have it all with Aubrey.

  She reached for him and curled her fingers around his cock, pushing him out of his thoughts. He glanced down at her, pressed his lips together when she began to stroke him, and he closed his eyes, lost to the sensation of her touch. “Feels so good,” he murmured.

  “It’ll feel even better when you’re inside me,” she said, her throaty voice full of promise.

/>   Not even bothering to argue that point, he positioned himself over her and slid deep, as deep as he could go. She stilled beneath him, her breath catching in her throat when he settled in completely, and then she exhaled, a shuddery gust of breath he felt against his lips as he came down over her, pressing his mouth to hers as they began to move in unison.

  This was what he’d been missing his entire adult life, he thought as he lifted away so he could study Aubrey’s expressive face. That special connection with another person, that warm and willing woman who listened to him, comforted him, made him laugh, made him groan, made him think crazy, out-of-this-world thoughts.

  Like how he never wanted to let her out of his life, now that he had her in it.

  Flynn stilled above her, his breathing ragged, his chest tight. Aubrey opened her eyes, her tongue darting out for a quick lick, and he dipped his head down, catching her lips with his own in a swift kiss before he reached for her hands and pulled them above her head. He intertwined their fingers, clasping tight as he slowly started to move again, his gaze never leaving hers.

  She returned his stare and didn’t say a word, but no words were needed. The intensity of the moment hung between them, the connection, the emotion. It swirled and built, urging them on, forcing them to face what was growing between them, though they didn’t acknowledge it. Flynn wasn’t sure if he wanted to admit that he wanted more. Was it too soon?

  But as his orgasm barreled down on him, intensifying his movements, magnifying the tightness in his heart and the heat beneath his skin, he knew without a doubt he needed to figure out a way to make this woman his.

  For real.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Flynn hadn’t slept for crap last night. Not because he lay in bed, tossing and turning, oh no. He had a different sort of distraction going on. And that distraction was a curvy redheaded female with sparkling eyes and tempting lips, warm, soft skin, and the sweetest laugh he’d ever heard.

  Aubrey had kept him awake more than half the night, though, really, he shouldn’t think of it like that. Like it was her fault he hadn’t slept. No, more like it was his fault that he couldn’t resist her. Every time he’d started to drift off to sleep, telling himself he needed to actually catch a few hours of uninterrupted rest, he’d jolt awake, feel Aubrey snuggled up close to his side, over him, however they’d both passed out, and then he’d realize she was awake, so he’d touch her. Kiss her. And somehow end up inside of her all over again.

  He’d woken up feeling like a new man. They’d taken a quick shower together, where she’d gone down on her knees and given him a blow job that had left him with shaking legs and a spinning head. He’d never come so much in such a short period of time in his life. The woman was insatiable. He was insatiable.

  Together, they were slightly out of control, and he was loving every fucking minute of it.

  The minute he’d arrived at the stadium, Coach Walsh had informed him there was a small chance he was going to play, what with the bum condition Quinn’s shoulder was still in. It all depended on the score of the game and how Quinn was doing.

  Flynn couldn’t believe it. He hadn’t mentally prepared, hadn’t gone over plays the night before, nothing like he usually did. And that was the sort of preparation he did when he knew he probably wouldn’t get much field time. Instead, he’d just…fucked around, quite literally, and then showed up, knowing he had a slight chance to play but figuring he would mostly end up on the bench anyway.

  But then he realized he had an excellent chance of playing as the team stood together in the locker room, listening to Coach’s weekly pregame speech. How Walsh was counting on Flynn to have the game of his life, if he stepped in. How much he would have to prove on that field today, even if he was on the field for only thirty seconds. How much the entire team would need him to step it up and make it happen.

  Forgetting was so unlike him, he still couldn’t freaking believe he had. It was Aubrey who’d made him forget, and that worried him. Damn it, he’d thought he had this under control, but maybe he didn’t. She’d become the huge distraction his father had predicted, and he hated that. It meant his father was right.

  As usual, at least when it came to his career.

  The game was already deep in the third quarter and, fuck him running, they were actually winning by a huge margin. His chance could be coming. Quinn was in agony, as much as he tried not to show it. Everyone knew it by the grimace on his face, the way he babied his shoulder.

  The Golden Boy had a chance to return, and he was flying so high at the mere possibility that he didn’t know what would happen if he actually went out on that field.

  “What did you sprinkle on your Wheaties this morning, boy?” Nick gave Flynn a shove on his shoulder as he settled beside him on the bench and defense was playing. “You seem downright cheerful, when you usually scowl at us from your perch, here on the bench.”

  Normally that sort of talk would make him snarl at Nick. But not today. He saw the way Walsh was watching him at this very minute. He knew Coach was thinking about shoving him out on that field. The points margin was wide. The opposing team would have to make a tremendous comeback to win. The Hawks defense was playing too damn well for that to happen.

  How could he admit he was in a good mood because he knew he might have a shot to play in the game at the expense of their star quarterback? Flynn had been in this position before and made the most of it, garnering a stellar season under his belt. Now he was happy for any opportunity to play.

  He couldn’t risk making a mistake because he was too caught up in his feelings for Aubrey. The woman was a danger to his well-being.

  “I’m guessing that’s a compliment?” Flynn asked, deflecting the original question.

  Nick shook his head, that familiar shit-eating grin stretching his lips wide. “Absolutely. I heard a rumor Walsh is going to put you in the game. You ready?”

  Excitement suffused Flynn, and he tried to stuff it down. He couldn’t get ahead of himself. It could all go to hell the minute he stepped out onto the field. What if he screwed up?

  He couldn’t screw up. He wanted to show them what he could do. Show them all he was worth it. He felt like he had something to prove.

  “As ready as I’ll ever be,” Flynn finally said, his voice low, his gaze locked on the field. Thank God their defense was holding back the other team. Didn’t look like they were going to score a touchdown, and they could keep their sizeable lead, going into the last quarter. Relief just about made his knees weak, and he was sitting down.

  “Guess we’ll have to give credit to Aubrey where it’s due, huh?” When Flynn didn’t say a word, Nick shook his head. “Come on, Foley. You know and I know why you’re in such a great mood.” Nick grinned, looking mighty pleased. “All that lovin’ you’re getting from a good woman.”

  Maybe. Yeah, he’d been on a sexual high this morning, but that feeling had deflated when he’d realized how consumed he was becoming with her. And that wasn’t good. He hadn’t worked this hard for all these years just to ruin his chances, all over a woman.

  A woman he cared a lot about, but still.

  Plus, Hamilton drove him crazy. The guy had no filter and loved to give people shit. And more than anything, Nick loved making him uncomfortable. “Aubrey’s pretty special.”

  “She’s very special. I care about her a lot,” Nick agreed, shocking Flynn. He knew Nick had a soft spot for Aubrey, but—he cared for her? “Don’t be thinking I’m lusting for your girl, either, because I’m not. I’ve got the best woman, who keeps my bed warm, and I don’t need another.”

  “Right,” Flynn said, feeling confused. Maybe the exhaustion was starting to set in, after all.

  “I’m just saying, you better treat that Aubrey right. She’s a good girl. A real catch, if you know what I mean. Not just a pretty girl you use to fuck around with for a while before you toss her aside.” Nick sent him a pointed look, his eyes narrowed and mouth firm. “Catch my drift?”

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sp; That was the absolute last thing he thought of Aubrey. “I’m not using her,” he said between gritted teeth, his anger rising at the accusation. And he rarely got angry, especially during a game. He liked to keep everything on an even keel.

  “Good. Glad to hear it.”

  Flynn unclenched his jaw, glanced around, tried to clear his head. Too late, though. Nick’s words had riled him up. Worse, he could see this thing between him and Aubrey ending, if it was a necessary sacrifice. “Are you threatening me? If Aubrey and I split up, what are you going to do? Kick my ass or something?”

  “Maybe.” Nick shrugged. “I don’t know. Depends on if Aubrey wanted me to or not.”

  “Who assigned you as her protector?” And wasn’t that his job?

  “I did,” Nick said smugly. “She’s like my little sister. I like that girl a lot. She deserves a good guy in her life who will take care of her.”

  “I’m definitely up for the challenge,” Flynn said firmly, never once looking away from Nick.

  “Good.” Nick clapped him on the back, that infuriating grin plastered on his face again. “I like seeing you riled up. It’s a mood you don’t wear often, and I’m telling you, you should use it to your advantage. Out on the field, with your teammates, against the other team, hell, when you’re talking to the coach. You need more fire in your gut. All that analyzing and worrying will only get you nowhere.”

  With those last words, Nick walked away. Leaving Flynn to ponder what he’d said.

  And helping him realize that Nick was probably right.

  …

  “Look, there he is,” Willow practically squealed, grabbing Aubrey’s arm and giving her a shake. “Flynn hasn’t played in so long. Are you excited?”

  Aubrey nodded, her smile big, though it felt forced. Not that she wasn’t happy, oh no. She was thrilled that Flynn was out on that field. Quinn may have played the majority of the game, but now that they were in the last half of the fourth quarter, Flynn was running out onto the field.

  She wanted to feel confident. She knew Flynn could lead the team to a victory, even if for only a few minutes. But she was nervous.