Game Changer: Seattle Steelheads Football (Game On in Seattle Book 7)

by Jami Davenport

  Hunter leaned forward, his face a combination of anger and confusion. “I’ve never considered myself better than you or anyone.”

  “You are so full of shit. You walk around all superior and passing judgment on people when you know nothing about them. Not. One. Damn. Thing.” She hadn’t meant to raise her voice, but she couldn’t stop herself. Every eye on the patio turned to stare at them. Kate cringed and slid down in her seat.

  “You’re not going to be able to hide that easily. You said what you felt. Own it.” Hunter’s intense brown eyes grew even darker.

  Kate gulped deep breaths and willed herself to behave.

  Hunter leaned forward and lowered his voice. “I love it when you get all passionate. We could channel that passion into something productive.”

  “Like a racehorse rescue.”

  “That can wait. I’m thinking of immediate gratification. How about you under me or on top? I’m an equal-opportunity kind of lover.”

  Lover? They were hardly lovers. Occasional sex partners, yes. Lovers, no. Lovers had a relationship. They had this—whatever this was—and they liked to goad each other into fights, which hardly formed a healthy relationship; ask her parents. They would know.

  Still, his suggestion had merit. As an added bonus, he’d drop his interrogation the second she dropped her panties. “I want you to take me up against the wall.”

  “What wall?” His eyes lit up.

  “Any wall, but why not make it more daring? You’re always warning me to be daring.”

  He rubbed a finger over his bottom lip. “Go on.”

  “The barn should be deserted by now.”

  “There’s a night watchman.”

  “He only comes around about every twenty minutes.”

  “You think I’ll be finished with you in twenty minutes?”

  She thought she’d never be finished with him, and it was only a matter of time before the novelty of boinking the rich girl wore off. “I think we can get a good start and continue on elsewhere.”

  He yanked out his wallet and threw a hundred on the table. “Let’s go.” Hunter shot to his feet and almost dragged her out of there.

  * * * *

  The racetrack was closer than Kate’s Malibu beach house, and Kate tortured the poor man all the way to the track. She unzipped his jeans and grasped his hard cock, pumping it with her hand several times. Hunter groaned and swerved.

  “Stop that before you cause an accident.”

  “Then pull over. I can’t wait.”

  Obviously, Hunter couldn’t, either. He pulled down a side street through a business complex that appeared deserted for the night.

  “They probably have security,” Kate said.

  “I don’t care.” He grinned and pushed back his seat, moving the steering wheel forward. She still had a tight squeeze, but she was determined to make this work. She bent her head and went to work on his cock, licking up one side and down the other. She licked the moisture on the tip, then sucked it into her mouth. He jerked a few times and muttered some colorful obscenities. Burying his long fingers in her hair, he thrust upward with his hips, pushing deeper as he held her head down. She greedily took as much as she could into her mouth, his girth stretching her lips.

  He released his hold on her, and she pulled back, gasping for breath, then going back down on him again. She milked the base of his cock as she sucked the tip and massaged it with her tongue. He tasted wonderful, all sexy, hot man, ripe for the taking. And once she was done with him, he’d be doing the taking. The memory of this proud, virile man pounding into her from behind while she watched in the mirror pushed her harder to take him deeper until he was empty and sated.

  For now. She’d make sure he stayed as greedy for her as she was for him.

  She lifted her head, smiling. He responded with a wolfish grin of his own.

  “Fuck, you’re hot when you go down on me.” Hunter’s eyes were dilated and his sleek black hair was a rumpled mess.

  “You’re hot when you’re telling me I’m hot. Your house or mine?”

  “Mine’s closer, but Lilli is there. Yours.”

  “At least there’s not much traffic this late at night.”

  Hunter zipped up his jeans. “Stay on your side of the truck, or we’ll never make it there.”

  Kate nodded, trying to look as contrite as a woman could who’d just given a hot man an orgasm in a random parking lot. Holding her hands in her lap, Kate behaved, even as she kept squirming and sneaking glances at the gorgeous man sitting in the driver’s seat. His big hands gripped the steering wheel. He stared straight at the road, the picture of ultimate concentration. She suspected his concentration had to do with forcing himself not to think about them getting naked all night long.

  “Stop that,” he ordered. A muscle twitched in his square jaw.

  “Stop what?”

  “Squirming. It’s making me crazy.”

  “Oh, really? Is it now?” She directed him to turn on a narrow side street. They were only a few blocks from her home now. “Next block. Third house on the right. Tan house, horse on the driveway marker.

  He nodded and whipped into her driveway.

  They both leaped out of the car and scrambled up the front steps. She fumbled with the key in the lock and finally jerked the door open. He followed her inside, slammed the door with a foot, and turned to her. His eyes were all pupils. His nostrils were flared like a stallion’s when he catches the scent of a sweet filly nearby. He flexed the fingers of both hands and stood absolutely still, gazing at her for a split second.

  He yanked off his clothes with an urgency she, too, felt. She threw her dress across the room. Her underwear followed.

  There was nothing between them but the moonlight casting shadows across the wood floors.

  “I want you,” he growled.

  She considered a flippant remark, but her vocal cords had gone into hibernation. Who needed words when they had touch, taste, and smell going for them? Especially touch.

  Definitely touch.

  She ran her hands across his broad shoulders, down over his well-defined pecs and hard nipples to the ripples in his abs caused by his shallow breathing.

  Hunter uttered an unintelligible sound, but she understood the meaning. He picked her up so that her legs were on either side of his hips. His hands held her ass. She wrapped her arms around his neck to keep from falling. He strode across the room onto the deck.

  “Out here?”

  “Yeah, out here.”

  “What if someone sees us?”

  “What if they do?” He snorted. “Besides, this is California. It’s raining. No one goes out in the rain.”

  “Says the man born and raised in the Seattle area. And you know this how?” She joked with him even as she slid her fingers through his hair and nibbled on his neck.

  “I don’t, but if you believe me, it works.”

  He pressed his erection against her wetness. “You’re so ready for me.”

  “Condom?” she reminded him, hating herself for destroying the moment.

  He blinked several times until her words sank in. “Oh, fuck. Don’t move.” He ran for the living room, fumbled in his jeans pockets, and returned with a stash of condoms. He threw a few on a glass table and ripped one open with his teeth. He slid the condom onto his very large, very hard cock, and hurried back to his spot between her legs.

  “I need you now.”

  “Then fuck me. Now,” she ordered, and he never once complained. Instead, he pushed inside her, stretching her, filling her, completely owning her, body and soul. He dug his fingers into her ass and began to pump his hips. Leaning forward, he sucked one of her nipples. She bit his shoulder, certain she left teeth marks. He bit down on her nipple in retaliation. The most heavenly pain radiated through her. Her pussy clenched around his cock, pulsing with a life of its own.

  He took her hard and rough, one of his favorite ways to fuck, she was coming to learn. If the man had a soft and tender s
ide, he reserved that for his animals and not for her. With her, he was all-out crazed with lust, and so was she.

  She had no complaints as he drove into her until she came undone, stars lit up the cloudy sky, and Hunter lit up her life. A few seconds later, she lit up his.

  * * * *

  Hunter clung to Kate. Their sweat mingled with the warm rain falling from the sky. Only now did he hear the ocean waves crashing to shore and going back out again, echoing the orgasm they’d had seconds earlier.

  She must think him a savage, the way he took her with such force and gritty power. Only he couldn’t seem to help himself. The emotions she evoked in him were untamed and savage in their power. He couldn’t control them any more than he could control his obsession with her.

  She’d crawled under his skin, not just from annoyance but from lust. Yet there was more to it than that. He wanted to explore this thing between them.

  Was Kate a temporary obsession? One that burned hot and bright like fireworks but fizzled out quickly? Or was she more than just a flash of passion in the dark? Would they get what they wanted and move on? Or would something deeper grow from this seed they’d planted?

  Hunter didn’t know, but he’d never been one to ignore fate.

  Chapter 16—Dark Horse

  Lilli played the text from Hunter.

  Hunter: I won’t be back tonight. Are you okay there alone?

  Lilli: Of course. I have Cam here if I need anything.

  Hunter: Is he there now?

  Lilli: No, and quit worrying. I’m a big girl.

  That was the last she heard from him. She poured herself a glass of wine and made her way outside, sitting in a plush lawn chair. She listened to the sounds of the evening, crickets chirping, a dog barking, and the occasional car driving by on the quiet street. She listened intently, though she wasn’t sure what for until she realized where her attention was drawn.

  She was listening for sounds that Cameron might be in the pool house, such as a TV or talking on the phone. She heard nothing.

  Sighing, she sat back. He’d probably gone out for the night. He made no secret about being a player, and Hunter had made no secret of her being hands-off where Cameron was concerned.

  Anger bit at her like a vicious dog. She didn’t like Hunter bossing her around. He had no right. For the most part, she could take care of herself. She didn’t need little brother coming to the rescue when she didn’t need rescued.

  She reached down and patted Charlie, debating whether or not to knock on Cameron’s door. She could come up with a reasonable explanation for interrupting his privacy, such as verifying their dance class tomorrow night.

  What if he had a woman in there?

  She listened again.

  Nothing.

  A door opened and closed. Lilli suppressed a smile.

  “Hey,” she heard Cam call from across the pool.

  “Hey, yourself.” She couldn’t stop the happiness from seeping into her voice. Cam gave her joy, simple as that. She hoped she gave some back to him.

  She listened as he walked closer. He was barefoot, and his steps were tentative.

  “Is Hunter around?”

  “Nope. He’s out for the night.”

  Cam chuckled. “Kate?”

  “You got it.”

  “About time. They’ve been lusting after each other since they met.” She heard him sink into the chair next to hers and pop the top off a beer or soda he must’ve brought with him. Knowing Cam, she’d pick beer.

  Cameron chuckled. “Hunter is one stubborn bastard. He’s so certain she’s wrong for him, he doesn’t want to give her a chance.”

  “That’s my brother for you. He claims to be so open and honest, yet he’s not open-minded or honest with himself.”

  “So very true.”

  They sat in companionable silence, sipping their drinks and listening to the crickets.

  After a while, Lilli could feel Cam’s eyes on her. “Is something wrong?”

  Cam cleared his throat and drew in a breath, letting it out. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

  Lilli tried not to smile at his compliment. “When you’re blind, you learn that physical beauty is irrelevant.”

  “You have an inner beauty, too, Lilli. If things were different—” His voice trailed off.

  “You mean if I could see?” She stiffened, not surprised Cam would feel that way. Most men did; even the ones she didn’t think would feel that way eventually did. She’d been susceptible in the past, and nothing had changed. She’d like to think she was wiser, but she doubted she was. It all boiled down to her wanting someone to love her and start a family, all the normal things not so easy to attain for a sighted person, let alone a blind one.

  “No, not that. Your brother would feed my balls to sharks if we got together.”

  “My brother doesn’t run my life. He doesn’t run yours, either.”

  Cam took her hand and held it gently, running his thumb back and forth over her palm. “I don’t want to lose his trust.”

  She sucked in a breath. “Nor do I, but in this case, he’s wrong. He has no right to control us.”

  Cameron’s breath tickled her cheek. She imagined him leaning close to her and could feel the heat from his body.

  “What do you want, Cam?” she asked, barely recognizing the huskiness in her voice.

  “Things I shouldn’t want.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I can’t give you want you need.”

  “I disagree. You can give me exactly what I need.” She reached out and ran a hand up his arm, feeling his biceps flex and his elbow bend. He touched her face, gently, reverently.

  “Maybe what your body needs, but that’s all I have to give. What if you want more?”

  “You think pretty highly of yourself, mister. I want pleasure, that’s all. From our first dance, I’ve wanted to feel you inside me.” She was determined to get her way on this. Cam had broken the ice; now she’d break Cam’s resistance. They had an entire night to enjoy each other without her brother chaperoning and passing judgment.

  “I feel the same.”

  “Then treat me like any other woman. Seduce me.”

  “But Hunter—”

  “Since Hunter has placed unreasonable demands on both of us, he doesn’t need to know.”

  The chair next to her squeaked. Cam grabbed both her hands and pulled her to her feet. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close. She slipped her arms around his neck.

  “Feel how hard you make me.”

  “Feel how wet you make me.” She threw down the challenge. Cam’s strangled groan rang in her ears. He rubbed his erection against her.

  “You’re killing me, woman.”

  “That’s the plan, Cam. Stop treating me like the virgin I’m not, and fuck me.”

  Cam gripped her tighter. His mouth pressed against hers, and she opened for his tongue, whimpering as he took possession of her mouth with the same insistent gentleness she expected from his body.

  She slid her hands down to his collar and began to unbutton his shirt. He stood completely still. Once she reached the last button, she kept her hand on his fly while he shrugged out of his shirt.

  “Your turn.”

  She held out her hands to the side, opening herself up to whatever he wanted to do. He pulled her tank over her head.

  “Fuck, you are gorgeous.” She might not be able to see him, but she could picture his gaze burning down her body.

  “Thank you.” She ran her hands over his chest, using her fingers as her eyes. “So are you.”

  “Thank you.” He kissed her again. Oh, those kisses of his. They took her to places she’d never been before, made her feel things she’d never felt with Steve—the former love of her life.

  Cameron was different.

  She’d thought Steve had been different. Perhaps, when it came to matters of the heart, she, like Hunter, wasn’t a good judge when the heart was hers. She’d a
lways had the gift, but right now that gift failed her and remained stoically silent, refusing to give her any clue as to whether or not a tryst with Cam would end up breaking her heart or filling it with joy.

  This was about faith.

  She’d never had a sexual relationship without an emotional one, but there was a first time for everything. She wanted to feel Cam inside her, on top of her, all around her. When they danced together, they had undeniable chemistry. That chemistry would light up a small town if they had sex together.

  His kisses grew more insistent and more demanding, making her knees weak and her heart wild. She wrapped one leg around his thigh and rubbed the entire length of her body against him.

  A groan was ripped from deep inside him.

  “Fuck, baby, that feels damn good.”

  “So do you.” She lowered her voice a sultry octave as his kisses grew more urgent.

  “Let’s go inside.” He didn’t wait for an answer but led her through the glass doors and down the hall to her bedroom. They fell on the bed laughing as the clothes came off. Lilli felt none of the awkwardness she usually felt the first time she slept with a man, not that she’d slept with a huge number.

  Having sex with Cam proved to be the most natural thing she’d ever done. He slid inside her inch by delectable inch, while she put her hands behind her head and gripped the pillows as she writhed underneath his athlete’s body.

  She came first, but he was right behind her. She might be blind, but her orgasm exploded into a rainbow of colors brighter than any she could recall when she’d been sighted.

  “Damn,” he said simply, and pulled her against him.

  “Double damn,” she responded, burrowing her face into his chest.

  “You always have to best me, don’t you?” His tone was teasing.

  She smiled but didn’t answer.

  How did a woman respond to the best sex of her life?

  Words would never do justice to the gift he’d given her.

  * * * *

  Cameron woke to Lilli cradled in his arms. He must’ve slept for a while. It was still dark, and Lilli was still cuddled next to him. He gazed down at her and grinned. She’d been incredible.