Playoffs. Christmas. Fatherhood.
They were all only weeks away.
The doorbell rang and I rushed toward the door. There was one woman who put all of this in perspective for me and she was standing on the other side of the threshold.
22
Mia
The door flew open and Hawk’s broad shoulders filled the frame. I almost sighed out loud when I saw his smoldering eyes and cut jawline. His hands snaked around my waist, capturing my lips with his.
“How was your day?” He stepped back so I could walk inside.
“Amazing.” I smiled. “I told Cameron about the game tomorrow and it was like instant medicine. He was inside his shell. You know how he gets. And then poof—he was over it and couldn’t wait to go to the museum.” I faced Hawk. “You did that. You made him so happy today.”
“Technically, I didn’t see the kid. I was in playbook meetings and watching tape.”
I swatted at his chest. “You know exactly what I mean.”
“I’m glad you’re both excited about the game. I think my friend Pops is going to be there too.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. He’s an old friend. You may have seen him at Catch.”
I glared at him. “I worked there all of one night. I have tried to block it out.”
He chuckled. “I think that night turned out pretty good for both of us.”
I realized he had stepped toward me and I was backing up, step by step, toward the bedroom.
“You think?” I teased.
He nodded. “I do. But anyway. I didn’t want you to be surprised by Pops. He was sort of a father figure. He’s the one who got me to play peewee ball. Went to all my games as a kid.”
I missed my turn and my back landed against the wall.
Hawk’s hands pressed into the wall behind me.
“Sounds like another nice guy I know.” She smiled.
“I’m not a nice guy,” he growled. The sound sent shivers down my spine all the way to my core.
“Yes, you are,” I pushed back.
“Are you trying to test me, baby?” His finger hooked on my scarf and it loosened from my neck.
“I know how nice you are.” I baited him again.
“Fuck, and I thought you paid attention this morning.” He gripped my chin between his fingers as he plunged his tongue into my mouth, holding me in a fiery kiss. His body pinned me to the wall.
“Everything you did was sweet,” I breathed.
His fingers threaded through my hair, yanking my head up. His teeth grazed over my throat. “Then I need to reintroduce you to my cock, baby.”
I gasped. I felt the warm rush between my legs. He had already made me soak my panties and I was fully clothed. We hadn’t made it to the bed yet.
I couldn’t stop. I looked in his eyes. “Tender. Gentle.”
He growled. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”
I shook my head. “And so warm. Kind, really.”
His teeth sank into my shoulder. I wobbled. “You know you’re getting ready to get fucked so hard, baby.”
I shook my head wildly. “Please.”
“You don’t get to make requests.”
My eyes widened. He cut through me with his piercing stare.
“But I was just—”
He stepped from the wall. “I want your clothes off. I want you in my bed.”
I nodded. He hadn’t released me enough for me to move.
“And when I walk in that room, I want to see your hands on that sweet pussy of yours.”
Oh God. I opened my mouth to protest, but I had pushed too many of his buttons. He was firing on every level of testosterone and it was dripping from his body to mine. He moved his hands off the wall and I turned for his bed. I peeled the clothes from my body and slid in between the sheets.
I didn’t know how long he was going to make me wait. I didn’t know what he was doing in the hall. I had never let a man watch me touch myself before. I was so incredibly turned on, I was afraid I would combust before he walked in. Every nerve ending was like a live wire.
My hands slowly explored the roundness of my breasts and the softness of my belly before smoothing over the waxed skin between my legs. I let one finger and then another slide between my folds. I sighed with satisfaction as a little bit of the pressure was relieved with my own touch. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted Hawk.
The more I thought about what he was going to do, the more the cream flowed between my legs. The harder I massaged my clit. My hips bucked under me. One hand flailed out to grab a handful of his designer sheets as I dipped inside my walls.
“Oh, God,” I whispered heavily.
And then my eyes opened and Hawk was standing over top of me.
“Fuck I could come on you watching you do that.”
“Will you?” I asked. My fingers moved deeper inside me.
He was naked. His glorious body loomed over me with the promise of a primal fucking. I shivered and my clit throbbed.
And then I looked down at his hands. He was holding my scarf.
“You’re close, baby.”
I nodded. “So close.” I couldn’t stop rubbing. The friction felt too good. My nipples perked and hardened.
“Not without me.” He yanked my hands away and I whimpered. I ached so badly it hurt. I wanted the release. I needed the orgasm.
“Hawk,” I pleaded.
“See, I think you have me confused with a nice guy.” He rolled me on my stomach, and pinned my wrists together behind my back. “You think I’m some redeemable good man under this hard body, don’t you?”
I nodded, my face smothered by the pillow. “You are.”
Within seconds he wrapped my plaid cashmere scarf around my wrists and bound them with a final knot. He tugged it tightly. “That will hold.”
I felt my core ripple with excitement.
He climbed behind me. I felt his hard shaft drag over my ass. He slapped me once and I bucked in the air.
“Shit,” I whimpered.
My clit throbbed. More. I wanted more. My orgasm was hovering, begging to break free. I didn’t know what he had planned with my hands bound. I was at his mercy. My body was his to pleasure.
His fingers dug into my hips as he pulled them in the air and I adjusted to my knees supporting me while my shoulders remained on the bed. My hands stretched down my back, but I couldn’t hold onto anything. Grip anything for support.
I realized just how much control Hawk had. This was a test. A test for me to give my body to him. To absorb every thrust. To let go. To stop my body from trying to find strength and support somewhere else. The sheets couldn’t help me. Not the bed. Nothing but giving myself over to him was going to work. That was where the ecstasy was.
My chin rested at my shoulder.
“I’m not a nice guy, Mia. I’m the guy who’s going to fuck you senseless. I’ll make you come as hard and as fast as I want.” He yanked a handful of my hair and I bit my lip with excitement. “And if you call me nice again, I’ll just fuck you harder.”
He didn’t give me a chance to warm up. He didn’t seduce me with foreplay. He knew I was soaking wet. He slammed into me and I screamed as he filled me with his thick cock with the deepest thrust. I was swollen from this morning and I moaned as the fiery friction turned to hunger.
He pushed inside again and I knew I was dripping all over his cock.
The vibrations started quickly. Out of nowhere, the orgasm flooded my senses. I was too lost to try to reel it back in.
Hawk slapped my ass and I bucked as it skyrocketed like a rocket from my core, squeezing his cock like a vice.
“Fuck, baby. Fuck,” he growled, slamming into me again.
“You’re so nice and sweet,” I panted. “So nice.”
He rammed his shaft so far inside I screamed his name. My arms tried to reach for something, but they were glued to my back. My tits hardened and little electric shocks ran between my legs.
“A go
od guy,” I breathed.
He reared back, smacking me at the same time he thrust his cock, hilting himself in me. But now I knew the rhythm. I knew the power we had found in each other’s bodies. I harnessed it. I reveled in it. I fucking soaked in every drop of the intensity.
Hawk kissed my back and his tongue ran along my shoulder blades. I sighed, feeling another orgasm build inside me.
His hand reached underneath me, plucking at my clit while I bounced and rode the firestorm of heat.
He kicked my knees farther apart and I thought I would fall to the bed, but he steadied me with one hand.
“I’m going to fuck you deeper than I’ve ever been. Over and over. I promise you that.”
I saw stars dance across my vision. I was so close to exploding. All I needed was a gentle push. A tiny wave in the general direction. I bucked my hips up and down, begging him to push me over the edge.
He roared as he slid into me with a slow steady stroke that bound us together tighter than the scarf ever could. His hand traveled over my back, dipping to my breasts, then to my mouth. I instantly sucked his fingers and then I crumbled. My body fell in around itself. I didn’t know where I ended and where he began. My whole life, my whole existence seemed centered around this one moment. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t move. My body convulsed around his cock as he slid in and out of me, squeezing him tighter and tighter with each contraction.
I didn’t know if this was ever going to end.
I didn’t know if I ever wanted it to.
And then I felt Hawk flex and seize behind me. “Oh fuck, baby. Fuck.” He gripped my ass roughly as he pounded into me and unleashed his release inside me. He shook and vibrated, emptying his seed deep in my walls.
My eyes closed as I felt his lips cover mine gently. After being royally fucked exactly how I wanted, it was the most tender and sexiest kiss he could give me.
He rolled off of me.
“You ok?”
He moved to untie my wrists.
I grinned. “Perfect.”
He dropped the scarf on the floor and pulled me to him. I nuzzled into the warmth of his solid chest.
“I knew you were a nice guy,” I whispered.
He laughed. “Give me a minute, baby, before round two.”
I rolled on my side to face him. I traced the line of his jaw. My eyes lifted to his. “I loved it.” I kissed his full lips. “Just know that.”
He brushed my hair off my shoulder and kissed me lightly where his teeth had once bitten me. “I did too.”
“I’ve never let someone do that before. I didn’t know I’d like it.” I drew a circle over his heart. I could feel the erratic rhythm over the heat of his skin.
“But you did?”
I nodded. “Is there more?”
His eyebrows arched. “More?”
“I want to know all your good boy ways.” I reached between us, taking his cock in my hand.
He hissed with pleasure. “Fuck.”
He reached for the covers, pulling them over us. “You’re not backing out of this.”
“Never,” I whispered.
“Good. Neither am I.”
23
Crawford
We lined up on the field just like every other time before now.
Except this time, I had people in the stands and not just fans, but people I actually cared about seeing me play my best.
If I turned my head to the left, I could see Cameron sitting in my box with Mia. Pops was up there too.
I didn’t, though.
I didn’t want these fuckers across from me on the field to know I gave a damn what anyone thought because they would use that shit against me in every way possible.
I called for the snap and Jordan spiked the ball straight into my hands. I counted one second, two, and then I looked out into the sea of bodies for a free man. I spotted Donnie across the field. He was there waiting for me right where he was supposed to be. I pulled back my arm and let the ball sail.
He caught it effortlessly, turning and tucking it under his arm before he was sacked at the forty-three-yard line. The team rushed forward, huddling quickly to hear the next play, and then lining up again so we didn’t waste too much time on the clock.
The next play we ran was like the first, except where I passed the ball to Donnie the last time, this time I pitched it off to Joe and then ran along the side line with Aaron, making sure Joe got the three yards we needed for the first down.
He made it all the way to the twenty-six-yard line before being tackled out of bounds, stopping the clock completely. I slapped him on the ass when I made my way back to the huddle, our way of congratulating each other, and then called the next play.
We had a sure fire way of winning this game and I wanted to make sure it happened. It was the first time that I could think of that my QB box was filled with the most important people in my life.
Taking my spot behind Jordan, I glanced down the line, checking my other teammates. Several nodded their heads, letting me know they were ready. It was time to handle this shit.
I called the snap and then took a step back, searching the field for someone open. I spotted Donnie in the distance. Free and clear.
Pulling back, I let the pass fly. It sailed through the air perfectly, whistling as it soared straight into Donnie’s wide open arms. He tucked the ball under his right arm and turned, digging his feet into the grassy terrain and pushing off with speed and agility.
I jogged down the field, following the rest of the team as he ran parallel with the sideline, his foot not once touching the white line. Defense wasn’t even close to him, but our team still tracked his movements, lining up beside him, following him, protecting him.
I glanced at the play clock and then back down the field. He was in the redzone. A few more steps and…
Touchdown.
Fuck yeah. I knew we could handle this shit.
24
Mia
The women on the field threw themselves at the players the moment the buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the game. I couldn’t help but feel jealousy rise up inside of me.
Never in my life had I considered myself a jealous or envious woman until this second. The second I saw someone look at Hawk the way I looked at him. The moment I realized all these women wanted him too.
What the hell was wrong with me?
I knew exactly what it was. It was the way he made me feel last night. The way he touched me and held me. I couldn’t stand the thought of his hands on another woman in the same way. I wanted to believe what happened between us was special, even though I know how ridiculous that sounded.
I was sleeping with Crawford Hawkins, for fuck’s sake. He had probably screwed half the county.
I had to find a way to convince myself that I could have sex with the man and realize he wasn’t going to change. He only had a week left of his volunteer service at the school. After that, everything was a black hole.
I felt a tug on my sleeve.
“Miss Bristow, are we going to get to talk to Hawk?”
“Of course, honey.” I smiled at him. I wondered if he saw all the girls too. I knew kids were observant. I tried to wipe the green with envy look off my expression.
Pops came up behind me. He was a character. I realized that about him about ten minutes into the game. He talked to Hawk on the field as if he were in the box with us.
“Hey you two, I think we need to head on down if you want to see the team.”
“The whole team?” Cameron looked terrified. That might be too much for him.
I faced Pops. “I think we’ll wait until some of the crowd clears. If you see Hawk, will you let him know Cameron needed a few minutes up here first?”
“Of course. Nice meeting you.”
“You too.” I smiled at the man before he walked out of the box.
“We can hang out here for a while. Look at all this food we didn’t eat.” I pointed to the trays. There was no way
three people could eat half of this, but Hawk had all of it delivered for us.
Cameron hopped onto one of the barstools and selected a basket of wings.
I watched as the crowd in the stadium thinned out. I wanted to make sure Cameron didn’t feel overwhelmed. Hawk was a big guy. I could only imagine what it would feel like being around a hundred men who were similar in size. Cameron would be scared to death.
He ate his wings and a few strawberries. He wiped his mouth and announced he was ready to go.
“All right.” I did a quick scan. The cleaning crew had started on the rows of seats. I thought it was safe to head toward the bowels of the stadium.
Hawk had given me specific instructions on where to meet him. Cameron slid his small hand into mine as we walked the concourse. We took the elevator to the bottom floor and I looked for the Sharks locker rooms.
Before I could read the signs, I saw Hawk walking straight toward us. My heart jumped in my chest, taking off at the speed of light. I didn’t think I had ever seen him in his uniform before, and it had to be the hottest thing I’d ever witnessed.
My mind was flooded with images of the night before and so many more. So many things I could imagine doing to him and with him in that uniform. I felt myself blush bright red and tried to turn away to keep him from seeing it.
“Crawford. You won!” Cameron dropped my hand, rushing toward him.
“I know. High five, buddy,” he said, raising his hand for Cameron to slap. When Cameron reached up to slap it, Hawk twisted his other arm from around his back and slapped the game ball into Cameron’s hand.
“The game ball? For real?”
“Yep, just for you.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, big guy.”
He took a step from Cameron. He grabbed me by the waist, snatching me close to him. His mouth captured mine and I sighed contentedly. It was like coming home after being on vacation for a month. The vacation was great, but there was nothing like walking into your own house and flopping down on the bed. When he finished kissing me, he didn’t immediately release me, choosing instead to keep his arm around my waist, holding me tight against him. I couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across my face.
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