Protecting Her Heart: Indianapolis Eagles Series Book 4

by Samantha Lind

  I brazenly lean forward and flick my tongue over his nipple, feeling it harden under my tongue.

  “Fuuuuck,” Mark grits out, and I drop my forehead to his chest and laugh.

  “Just remember I can tease you just as much as you tease me,” I remind him. “Paybacks can be a bitch.”

  “That’s it, woman,” he says, cupping my ass and lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he kisses me and lays us back on the bed.

  He settles between my legs, pressing perfectly against my clit as he kisses me. I run my hands through his hair, scraping his scalp before running my hands down his naked back. We both still have our pants on, so the barrier of denim that is between us is adding a layer of friction as he grinds against me.

  After a very thorough kiss that lasts for what feels like hours, but in reality, was probably minutes, Mark descends my body.

  He pulls my hands up and over my head, pinning them with one hand. “I’m going to let go of your hands, but I want you to keep them here. Don’t move them until I tell you to,” he states before dropping his lips back against my skin.

  He makes good on his promise, and kisses every inch of skin he comes into contact with. He spends some extra time with each of my breasts, teasing my nipples. I’ve never been so turned on by my nipples being played with before, but this man has the magic touch. Once he’s thoroughly loved upon them, he continues down, kissing along my stomach, my skin pebbling under his touch.

  Between his few days’ old scruff, the feel of his lips, and his breath hitting my skin, my senses are in overdrive. I have a hard time lying still underneath him, and an even harder time keeping my hands where he told me to. I’ve caught myself a couple of times mid-move to reach down and touch him, but then remember and set them back into place where he asked me—no, commanded me—to keep them.

  When he reaches the waistband of my jeans, he sits back on his haunches. He slides his hands along the skin of my stomach, lightly tracing the skin just above my jeans. The roughness of his fingertips on my skin like that has me arching into his touch.

  “Such a greedy girl.” He chuckles at my movement.

  He finally takes pity on me and unbuttons my jeans, then slowly slides the zipper down. I swear, he’s doing it on purpose, just to drive me crazy.

  “Faster,” I encourage him.

  “Patience,” he says, a smirk on his face, and he winks at me. “I promise I’ll make it worth the wait.”

  “Ughhh.” I moan, not really mad one bit by any of this, but trying to play up my impatience for what’s to come.

  With my zipper finally undone, he brings both his hands to my hips, slipping his fingers into the bands of both my jeans and thong and, just as slowly, drags them off my hips and down my legs. He slides off the bed, standing so he can get my pants off my legs. Once I’m naked on the bed, he takes a few moments to look down. His gaze on my body has my blood back to pumping hard through my veins. I’d usually be conscious of my nakedness and wanting to cover myself up, but with his look of lust, I have no desire to hide any part of myself to him. He makes me feel beautiful and confident lying here, completely exposed to him.

  Once he’s had his fill, he drops his hand to his belt and quickly unbuckles it. My eyes track his every movement, all the while his gaze stays on my body. I watch as his fingers expertly undo the button on his jeans and lower his own zipper almost as slowly as he lowered mine. Once his jeans are undone, he lowers them to the floor, along with his boxer briefs.

  He’s finally standing in front of me in all his naked gloriousness. He drops one hand to his very erect cock and strokes it from root to tip, circling the tip before his hand moves back down his length. I watch with rapt attention as he does so.

  “What are you smiling about?” he asks, a shit-eating grin filling his own face.

  “Just enjoying the view. It turns me on to see you touch yourself like that.”

  “Does it now?” He begins stroking himself a little faster.

  “Mhmmm,” I reply. “I’d like it even better if you got back on this bed and slid that cock of yours into me.”

  “Greedy, greedy.” He smirks at me again. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll be sliding this cock into you in due time. But first, I need a taste of you. I need you coming on my tongue, first,” he says, descending back onto the bed and hovering over me. His words hit my body and the anticipation of his movements have my desire pooling between my legs. I can feel the wetness in my core, and know I’m more than ready for whatever he has in store for me.

  “You can move your hands. Feel free to guide me where you need me. This is all about your pleasure tonight,” he says, kissing me tenderly on the lips for a quick moment before he settles between my legs. He throws my legs over his shoulders as he gets comfortable on the bed between my thighs.

  His tongue makes a quick swipe at my slit, causing me to arch up at the contact. He moves his lips to my inner thighs where he nibbles one, then the other, before bringing his mouth back to my center. He traces the tip of his tongue along my folds, teasing me as he avoids my clit.

  As his tongue traces my most intimate folds, he sinks two fingers inside my pussy, applying the perfect amount of pressure. He expertly focuses on my g-spot with those fingers of his, and has me building toward my first orgasm of the night. Just as I feel like I could crest over the edge, he pulls back and removes his face from between my legs, looking up at me.

  “Not yet,” he says, a devilish look on his face.

  “Mark! That so wasn’t nice of you,” I chastise him.

  “Just wait, Princess. I’m going to rock your world. I promise it will be the best orgasm you’ve ever had,” he tells me, confident in his words.

  He plunges his fingers back inside my pussy and starts right back in at my g-spot. I quickly ramp right back up to the edge of my orgasm, and this time, instead of pulling back, he drops his mouth back to my core and finally—fucking finally—flicks my clit with his tongue, then quickly sucks it into his mouth. I detonate, my vision going black, and I see fucking stars. My body first goes rigid, and then limp on the bed, as the mother of all orgasms rolls through my body.

  The intensity of the blood rushing through my body has me unable to hear anything. I can feel my body contracting around Mark’s fingers and the pulse of my clit against his tongue as he laps at it between his lips.

  He slows his assault of my nether regions as I start to slowly come down from the intensity of my orgasm. He kisses my inner thighs, then above my mound, and my lower belly as I come back to the present.

  I can finally hear again and my senses all return.

  “Feel better?” he asks, a confident smirk on his lips.

  I nod at his question, not sure I can make a coherent sentence quite yet.

  “Want another one from my tongue or are you ready for my cock?”

  “Hmmm…you. I just want you,” I finally get out.

  Mark slides up my body, dropping kisses along the way. He reaches over to the nightstand and grabs a condom, opening it quickly and rolling it down his cock. He settles himself on the bed, lying on his back, and pulls me on top of him. I slide over him, bracketing his hips with my legs and slide easily down his cock.

  I cry out in pleasure as he fills me with every inch of his shaft. I come to a stop once I’ve fully taken him inside of me and adjust to his size.

  “Fuck, babe. You feel so fucking good around my cock.”

  Once I’ve adjusted to him inside of me, I lean back so his cock will hit me perfectly in the inside as I ride him.

  Mark places his hands on my hips and helps me, gripping my hips in their rise and fall as I chase my second orgasm. It doesn’t take long for me to get to that point after my first intense orgasm. My second one hits me, and I collapse forward, burying my face in his sweaty neck. We’re both covered in a sheen of sweat by this point.

  Mark picks up where I left off and pumps his hips up and into me as he chases his own pleasure. He stops abruptly and p
ulls out of me, flipping us around. He flips me onto my stomach and pulls me to the edge of the bed, my hips in the air. He plunges into me from behind and this new angle has me already spasming around his cock. He pumps into me, hard and fast. His balls smack against my clit with each thrust, sending me into a tailspin of pleasure.

  I feel his cock thicken inside me, and then explode into the condom as he reaches his climax. The rawness of his grunt tells me that his orgasm was just as powerful as my first one tonight was.

  He holds tightly to my hips as he slams our bodies together, emptying every last drop of his cum into the condom. He collapses forward, effectively trapping me under his slick body. I drop my hips to the bed, and feel his cock start to slip from me from the movement. He rolls to the side, so he isn’t crushing my body under his weight.

  I turn on my side and watch him, wanting to memorize every moment from this encounter. The way I feel in this moment. The way I’m so comfortable with Mark. How his body moves and his focus was always on my pleasure before his own.

  I watch as his body twitches. I know the moment his senses start to return as he comes down from the high of his orgasm. I smile at him as he seeks out my eyes with his own.

  The look of total satisfaction that fills his face tells me that he got every ounce of pleasure out of this as I did.

  “Hey,” I finally say, breaking the silence between us.

  “Hey.”

  “Feeling good?” I ask, a smile on my lips.

  “To put it mildly,” he says, reaching out to pull me closer to him. We have maybe a foot of space between us, but as soon as his skin is against mine, it feels so much better.

  He kisses my forehead and the intimacy of that has me melting into him a little more.

  We stay like that, haphazardly lying on the bed for a little longer. I finally get up to use the bathroom as Mark takes care of the condom.

  We meet back in bed, wrapping ourselves in each other’s arms under the covers. We lie there, talking about mundane things for a few hours, just enjoying each other’s company until we both drift off to sleep.

  Chapter Eight

  Mark

  I wake up with Laura’s head on my chest and my arm wrapped around her, tingling from the lack of blood flow. I ease my arm out from under her and start pumping my hand to restore the blood flow to it, while rubbing my shoulder to help ease the ache that is shooting through it from sleeping in one position I’m not quite used to sleeping in. Not that I’m complaining that I’ve got a sexy warm body next to me at night, but it’s something I’m still getting used to.

  I slip out of Laura’s bed and head for the bathroom. I quickly take care of business and head back into her room. I find my boxers on the floor and pull them on before walking out to the kitchen on the search for some coffee. I find her Keurig, along with an assortment of pods for it, on the counter. I set a mug under it and a pod in the holder, and a few minutes later, I have a hot piping cup of coffee ready to wake me up.

  With the team traveling today, we won’t have a full practice. Once we arrive in Washington later this morning, we’ll stop at the hotel before we head to the arena for an afternoon skate session. It’s not a full structured practice, just an hour or so for us to get on the ice and get the blood flowing in our legs. Coach wants us rested and ready for the game the next day, as well as the rest of the games on this trip.

  I take my coffee into the living room and snag the remote off the coffee table before I plop down into the recliner. I flip the TV on and it’s still on the sports channel. I leave it there, catching up on the sports highlights they are showing from yesterday’s games.

  I sit here, drinking my coffee for a few minutes, just enjoying the peacefulness of the morning, when all of a sudden, Laura’s cat jumps onto my lap, scaring the shit out of me, and almost causing me to spill my coffee on the both of us. Thankfully, I catch myself and steady the cup in my hand.

  “Hello, Mr. Pippin,” I say to him, running a hand from his head all the way to the end of his tail. He turns in a circle in my lap twice before lying down and getting comfortable. He burrows in and immediately starts purring as I pet him in my lap.

  I sit there, coffee back in hand, and continue to pet Laura’s cat as I watch the sports highlights. That’s exactly how a sleepy Laura finds us when she comes walking out of her room. She’s pulled on my shirt from yesterday and looks sexy as hell in it.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” I tell her as she approaches me.

  “Good morning,” she says on a yawn. “I see you’ve made a friend.” She nods to the cat in my lap.

  “That I have. He scared the shit out of me when he jumped onto my lap out of nowhere, but other than that, we’ve gotten along just fine.”

  “He can be sneaky like that sometimes,” Laura says, giggling at her cat.

  “How’d you sleep?” I reach out to grab her hand, pulling her to me for a kiss.

  “Perfectly. Better than I have in a long time,” she says against my lips. “Must have something to do with the sexy man that had his arms around me last night.”

  “Mhmmm…sexy, you say?” I kiss her again and tug her into my lap after I’ve made Pippin move.

  “Mmmhmm. I’ve got the sexiest boyfriend,” she says, as if I’m not sitting right here, my dick hardening under her ass as she squirms against it, her lips against my own as I deepen our kiss.

  I slide my hand up her thigh and under my shirt, and find it’s all she’s put on. She doesn’t have panties on and fuck, does that turn me on even more than I already am with her sitting in my lap like this.

  “You’re killing me, Princess,” I say, breaking our kiss. “No panties, my shirt. I could fuck you right here in this chair, right this minute.” I drop my lips to her neck, sucking slightly at the pounding pulse point.

  Laura grinds her ass harder against my hardening cock and moans as my fingers find her slick clit. Fuck, she’s even wet for me already!

  I can’t take it any longer. I slide one arm under her knees and the other behind her shoulders and stand up from the chair, carrying her as fast as I can back into the bedroom. I quickly pull my shirt from her body and drop my boxers. I have a condom on in seconds flat, and myself buried inside her a moment later. With her legs wrapped around my waist, I pound into her. I bring my thumb to her clit and work it as I bring us both to the cliff and then over it, as our orgasms detonate within seconds of each other.

  “Now, that was a good morning,” Laura says against my lips as she kisses me before I can roll off of her. “I wanted to make sure you missed me when you’re gone this week.”

  “Don’t you worry your pretty little ass. I’ll be missing you every second I’m gone,” I tell her as I stand up and dispose of the condom.

  “Shower?” I ask, offering my hand to her.

  “Yes, ugh. I have to get ready for work. I need to be in on time, if not a little early, to deal with anything that Coach or Daniel needs done before you guys leave this morning.”

  “Well, then, let’s go. I’ll even behave in the shower this morning so you’re not late.”

  She takes my offered hand as she stands up. I keep my word, and refrain, mostly, from letting my hands wander her luscious body. I can’t help myself completely as she drives me crazy, but I didn’t push her up against the wall like I wanted to. We’ve got plenty of time later for shower sex, when we’re not expected to be somewhere.

  Once we’ve finished getting ready, and Laura has made herself a cup of coffee and a bagel to take with us, we head out the door and to the office.

  I park next to her in the employee lot, I get out and stand at the front of the cars, waiting for Laura to gather her things, so we can walk in together. I leave my suitcase in my car as I’ll drive over to the airport and leave my car there. The team charters a private plane for all our road trips, and we use the private plane terminal that has a secured parking lot. It’s a laidback and easy way to get the team through security without being swarmed by fans.
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  Our equipment manager takes care of all our equipment, so all I have to pack is my suits and clothes I want at the hotel. The equipment guys know exactly what each player needs, and makes sure to have extras on hand, in case something breaks or needs fixed. It’s amazing how much luggage a team can travel with, but when you’re playing at this level of the game, we have access to the best stuff and we take advantage of that.

  “Do you need help with anything?” I ask as she juggles her things, getting everything situated while attempting to lock her car and slide the keys into her purse, all while not dropping her breakfast or spilling her coffee.

  “I’ve got it. I just needed to get my keys in my purse and now I’m fine,” she says, stepping up next to me, all situated and ready to head into work.

  A few of the other guys have started to pull into the parking lot. Not everyone will come to the arena, as we aren’t required to before a flight. Most of the guys just head straight to the airport to meet the team. The equipment guys will transport all our gear bags over this morning and have everything already on board by the time we get on the plane.

  I walk with Laura toward the buildings. The office is through one set of doors, and the players usually go in a different set that leads us right down to the locker room and ice level.

  “I guess this is where we say goodbye,” Laura says, coming to a stop a few feet from the doors as she turns to face me.

  I slip my arms around her, pulling her as close as I can with her hands full and her purse slung over her shoulder.

  “I’ll call you tonight after I’m back at the hotel for the night.”

  “Okay, I’ll be home. I hope your travel is smooth and you get good rest tonight. I expect you guys to kick ass this road trip. Keep your undefeated streak alive.”

  “I’ll try my best,” I say, chuckling, knowing that it’s every guy’s wish on this team that we pull out a sweep of wins on this road trip.