“Dammit, you’re beautiful,” Rhett murmured, his eyes flashing fire.
He lowered his head to my breasts and began sucking and nipping at my swollen nipples. It felt so good that the heat of my own need consumed me, and I cried out. Tangling my hands in Rhett’s mass of blond hair, I tugged at his scalp and writhed underneath him. Fireworks of lust and pleasure exploded in front of my eyes, and I could barely remember to breathe as Rhett dragged his teeth across my swollen skin.
Rhett’s hands wandered lower and lower. I moaned and jerked my hips to the side, hoping that he’d get the hint and touch my wet slit. I could feel the raging heat and moisture there. Instead, he teased me. His fingertips stroked the insides of my thighs down to my knees. I cried out with frustration.
Rhett chuckled. “You’re a little eager,” he teased. “I never thought you’d be such a tigress, Brenna Sinclair. But I am so not disappointed.”
He crawled up my body and nuzzled my neck, biting the soft skin at my collarbone. His teeth sent a tiny thrill of pain through my body that mingled with the pleasure and made for an explosive sensation in my lower belly.
All I could manage was a strained nod. My face was bright red with excitement and arousal, and my skin was hot and moist even though the air conditioner was blasting arctic air all over the room.
Rhett smirked. He kept his eyes locked with mine as he licked a stiff nipple, circling the areola with his tongue. I uttered a low moan as his white teeth nipped at my skin. Pleasure raced through my body and chills ran down my spine, and I couldn’t help uttering a loud cry of arousal as Rhett finally put his fingers between my legs.
My woman’s core pulsed and throbbed with yearning. Rhett slowly trailed his fingers up my soaked panties until I whimpered and thrust my hips into the air. Every touch, every stroke just sent me closer and closer to the edge.
“Please,” I begged. I threw my head back and closed my eyes. “Please touch me, Rhett.”
“I am touching you. Look at me, Brenna.” He demanded. “Open your eyes and watch me touch you.”
My insides twisted with arousal as I locked eyes with Rhett. He smirked, then brought his fingers up to his nose and sniffed, clearly enjoying the musky scent of my arousal. I blushed harder than ever as he licked the tips of his fingers, then slid them inside the crotch of my panties and stroked my slick labia.
“Where do you want me to touch you, Brenna?” Rhett growled. “Tell me.”
I moaned softly and shook my head. “I can’t,” I whimpered. “It’s…it’s too embarrassing. I don’t think I’ve ever said anything so dirty before because it’s not coming to the tip of my tongue.”
Rhett yanked his hand away and stared down at me. His lips were twisted into a cruel, mocking smirk and his eyebrows were raised.
“I know where I’d like the tip of your tongue. But that’s not good enough,” Rhett said with a feral growl. In that moment, I knew he’d demand everything I had to give and I’d surrender. “You have to do better than that, Brenna, you hungry girl.”
I bit my lip and moaned. “Please touch my clit, Rhett.”
Rhett grinned, clearly delighting in his bedroom victory. He leaned down and kissed me gently through the crotch of my panties. The heat from his mouth blossomed through the wet fabric, and I moaned when his hot breath touched my pussy. Rhett took my panties and tugged them down my hips, throwing them to the side. He gently slapped the inside of my thighs, and I obediently spread my legs. Rhett closed his eyes and licked his lips.
“Wider, Brenna. You smell so good.” He leaned down and kissed the top of my pussy. Then he slipped his fingers inside of me and spread my labia. My clit pounded with arousal as Rhett leaned down and gently licked between my legs. When he wrapped his lips around my swollen nub of pleasure, I moaned and tangled my hands in his hair. Rhett responded by groaning into my body.
The sensation spread through me like fire, and I arched my back and shoved my hips against Rhett’s face.
Rhett continued to suck and lick me as he slid a finger inside my soaked entrance. It felt so good that I shrieked wildly and wriggled around on the bed. Soon, he slid another finger inside, then another. Arousal and excitement started to build in my lower belly, and I couldn’t help myself from humping his face. I wanted more – I wanted all of him.
“Rhett, stop,” I cried hoarsely. “I want you now. Please take me. I want to come with you inside me.”
After one last slow lick, Rhett pulled his fingers out and crawled up my body, covering my mouth with his own. I eagerly licked my juices away from Rhett’s lips and tongue and chin as we kissed. It felt so wild and naughty. Rhett tangled a hand in my hair and yanked my head back, exposing my neck. He kissed his way down to my chest, groaning and growling with obvious lust.
“I want you,” I said again. “Please, Rhett. Please, take me. Why are you waiting?”
Rhett sat up. He nodded, then fumbled with the snap of his pants and yanked them down his thighs. His massive cock sprang free, and I licked my lips when I realized he hadn’t been wearing any underwear. Rhett parted my thighs and steadied himself with a hand on my hip.
“Wait, do you have a condom?”
Rhett frowned. “Don’t need one. I’m clean, baby.”
I shook my head and leaned over to my nightstand. Opening the drawer, I fumbled around and handed him a foil packet. For a moment, I thought he would resist, but he ripped open the square with his teeth and sheathed his magnificent cock in latex in one easy stroke.
Rhett pushed between my legs, blindly feeling for the entrance to my pussy. I whimpered and panted, thrusting my hips up to give him easier access. When he slid inside, I cried out in passion and wrapped my legs around his waist. Instead of leaving them there, Rhett pulled them back with his strong hands, then balanced my ankles on his shoulders, changing the angle. I gasped as he slid inside of me, then seriously began to move, again and again, filling me to the hilt with his perfect erection.
“Oh, baby,” Rhett grunted. He thrust his hips against mine. My head reeled as the perfume of lust filled the room. I closed my eyes, moving my body in tandem to Rhett’s motions. We were perfectly in sync. I moaned softly and arched my back, spreading my arms over my face and biting at my wrist so I wouldn’t scream.
Rhett slammed against me. His fingers dug into the cheeks of my ass and again, slight pain mingled with the pleasure flooding through me. The clenching feeling in my belly grew stronger with each passing second, and I held my breath, biting my lip, and whimpering as the first crest of my orgasm washed over me.
I knew that I wasn’t a virgin, but I couldn’t ever remember sex feeling this explosive. As my pussy clenched and tightened around Rhett’s hard cock, I let go in complete surrender of my own body. I moaned and shouted and screamed and thrashed around on the bed. Rhett held me tighter as he fiercely pumped his cock in and out of my body. Finally, he arched his back and cried out his own pleasure, driving into me harder than ever before.
When it was over, I couldn’t catch my breath. Rhett slid out of me, then pulled the condom off his softening cock and tossed it onto the floor. He flopped down on his back, panting hard.
“Holy shit,” Rhett said.
I could only nod. “Yeah. That.”
As we lay together in silence, I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering. Now that I’d slept with Rhett, what would happen? I couldn’t imagine that someone like him was looking for a serious relationship. But if that wasn’t the case, why had he tried so hard to woo me?
“What’s wrong?” Rhett rolled onto his side. “You’re frowning.”
I shook my head. “Nothing.”
He rubbed a thumb across my forehead. “Well, then don’t look so angry. You just got taken to heaven, and so did I. That’s nothing to be upset about.”
I swallowed, attempting to tamp down the regret seeping in. “You’re right,” I whispered. “It isn’t.”
Chapter Fourteen
Rhett
“So, man, what
was she like?” Ernie grinned at me as he squatted, a two-hundred-pound dumbbell on his shoulders. “Was she as fuckin’ hot as she looks?”
I grinned right back. We were working out together at the private gym used exclusively by the Yankees. I was on the bench that night, my rotation back to the mound still a couple games away. I dropped the weight, not feeling like doing shit anymore. And Brenna was to blame. I’d tried to fuck her out of my system. Negative. Now, I was trying to exercise her out of my system through a little sweat equity.
“She was pretty hot, yeah,” I said. “But afterward, she got all quiet. Like maybe she remembered something.”
Ernie burst out laughing. He coughed, then stood up and slowly lowered the dumbbell back to the ground with a heavy clank.
“Yeah, man, that woulda harshed my sex buzz for sure,” he said with a nod. “At least you got to finish though, right? She didn’t kick you in the nuts or something.”
I nodded, not wanting to expound upon an intimate moment that was really none of his fucking business. Except, I’d defined the boundaries of our friendship, and we talked about chicks all the time. How could Ernie know that I wanted to keep everything about Brenna Sinclair to myself?
“Yeah.” The devil’s in the details, so I kept them vague.
“So, what’s next?”
“Huh?” I turned to Ernie. “What do you mean? Nothing comes next except getting on with my life and getting back into the flow of the game. I’m in my prime, and my arm is too.”
“What do you do now?” Ernie asked in exasperation, like he was already sick of explaining it to me. “You did Brenna, time to move on. Don’t let her worm her way into your space. We pump and dump. That’s how we roll. That chick Riley? You want sloppy seconds, man?”
I rolled my eyes. “Grow up,” I muttered, shocked that anything reasonable had flown from my lips. I frowned at the implications. “I actually hadn’t thought about what to do now that it was over. I thought it would feel different. That I would have some kind of closure.”
“Different?” Ernie burst out laughing. “Those girls are all the same, man. You ain’t gonna feel different after takin’ it out in trade. Did you lose your memory too?”
“It’s not that,” I said, frustration slowing my speech. I wanted Ernie to back off, but it wouldn’t be fair to snap at him. Brenna was in the past. The distant and not so distant past. I’d dealt with both versions of her and left her behind. “I just…” I trailed off and sat down on a weight bench in a huff. “I just thought that I wouldn’t be thinking about her anymore now that we slept together.”
“Oooh,” Ernie teased. “You slept together. How very seventies of you, man. What, you calling her your lover now too? Did you actually spend the night?”
“Fuck no.” I snorted. “I got dressed and left as soon as ten minutes were up. I didn’t even cuddle.”
Ernie nodded. “Good man. Once you spend the night, bitches start going crazy. Stalking your social media. Expecting things. Asking for things.”
I blew out a breath. Ernie’s heart had been broken into a thousand pieces by his high school sweetheart. She’d followed him to the States as his fiancée, and then promptly dumped him for a rich American before he’d been called up to the Majors. I, on the other hand, didn’t have any reasonable excuse for my reckless behavior other than selfish narcissism. I ran a hand through my hair. Maybe Nana Jean was right about me. I needed to pull my thirty-year-old head out of my own ass.
“What the fuck, man?” Ernie glared. “Why the hell are you so damn moody today? What’s gotten into you? Do you need a manpon?”
“Fuck you,” I said, but a chuckle escaped in spite of my annoyance. Ernie laughed too. He and I snapped at each other all the time – it was part of our friendship. I thanked God every day for my bromance. Some days, I didn’t think I could make it through without Ernie. Especially when I got a scratch in the ‘L’ column and my ERA swirled down the toilet.
“Well, what’s bothering you?”
“I guess maybe I thought she’d…I dunno, get her damn memory back or something by now,” I groused. “I feel a little weird knowing that she hasn’t. Like her life is ruined, and I’m the cause. She’s really into me, Ern. She’s like, starry-eyed and breathless every time I glance in her direction.”
“So?” Ernie snickered. “You’ve gotten girls in a bad way before. It happens. The fantasy’s on them so don’t let it get you down. I know you’re not the kind of douche who makes false promises and lures them onto your cock with flowery words. That’s not you. You’re honest as the day is long.”
“You’re right. All of those girls knew what kind of guy I was beforehand, and they decided a one nighter with an athlete was enough for them,” I said as a frown turned my lips upside down. “You don’t think it’s...I don’t know, kind of wrong? That I’m manipulating her?”
Ernie barked out a laugh. “Man, that is the dumbest fucking thing you’ve ever said. Trust me, she’ll forget all about you when some other ball player winks in her direction. She’s a thirsty little girl. You might get a couple of angry voicemails or some shit, but she ain’t gonna go crazy, man.” He snickered. “She ain’t gonna like, boil your pet bunny or anything like that.”
I frowned because it hit me square in the gut that I’d turned into a man that I didn’t even recognize anymore. And didn’t like. “That doesn’t exactly make me feel better.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Ernie said. “Knock off the drama queen act, Bradshaw. You’re going to make me pick you up a pair of pink, lacy panties the next time I’m at Bergdorf’s. For fuck’s sake.”
I rolled my eyes, wanting the conversation to end before I lost it on my best friend, causing irreparable damage to our friendship. “Whatever, man.”
I didn’t know what the future held with Brenna, but it made me uneasy that she might be developing real feelings for me. I couldn’t be the man she deserved or needed. Not yet, anyway. After I left her apartment, she’d succumbed to the pressure of first date sex and sent me a text with a romantic emoji.
The moment I saw it, I felt closed in. Like the walls were moving, and pretty soon I’d become a Rhett Bradshaw hoagie – instead of bread, I was sandwiched between commitment and relationship. The only way to slip out would be to coat myself in mayo before she sank her teeth into me.
After the gym, I took a shower and decided to walk back to my condo. The bright and warm spring weather tickled my senses. Usually, I loved the spring weather because it meant tons of cute girls outside in skimpy clothing. But today, I didn’t even notice them. Their longing glances bounced off me. I couldn’t stop thinking about Brenna, and what she would say when she found out the truth about my identity.
She’d fucking hate me so deep she’ll have to get up before dawn just to give herself enough time to despise me.
When I felt my phone buzzing against my thigh, I groaned. Not again, Brenna. Not today. But when I pulled my phone up to my face, the face on the home screen made my stomach flip. It was even worse than Brenna.
Great.
“Hi, Mom,” I said through gritted teeth as I pushed into the lobby of my condo building. “What’s up?”
“Hi, sweetie!” Mom chirped in a rush of parental excitement. Didn’t she know my game sucked right now, and I needed her support and not her happy-go-lucky bullshit? “It’s so nice to hear your voice. I was starting to think I’d have to put out an ad for my son on one of those milk cartons.”
I rolled my eyes as I slipped past my doorman with a wave. “We just talked last week. And besides, they don’t do that anymore. They put out an Amber Alert.”
“Well, your father and I miss you so much,” Mom said. “We were thinking about coming into the city this weekend, and I wondered if you were free to have dinner.”
“Uh…”
Before I could say no, Mom launched a steamroller of guilt. “Honey, we just miss you so much. Your father’s been working those long hours, and we’d love to see you �
� just for a little while, to catch up.”
I groaned. “I don’t think I have plans.” In truth, I’d been planning to hit the bars with Ernie. Find some girl, fuck her senseless, and forget all about Brenna Sinclair. It had to be the only way to get her out of my head. It had to be.
But my heart wasn’t in it – the idea sounded almost as groan inducing as dining with my parents.
“Oh, good!” Mom practically shrieked in my ear, so I pulled the phone away. A woman standing in front of the elevator shot me an annoyed glare. Shit. Now I was pissing off the other residents along with the entire sports fan base of NYC. “Honey, that’s wonderful!”
“I’m treating you this time,” I said. “You guys are my guests, and you both know I can afford it.”
Mom chuckled, and I could practically see her broad smile through the phone, ever the proud mama.
“I’m so proud of you, Rhett,” Mom said, her love coming straight through the phone to wrap itself around my bruised heart. For a moment, I felt better. It made me long for the days of homemade hot chocolate and mac and cheese. “You’ve really grown up. You’re a wonderful man.”
I frowned. If she knew about Brenna Sinclair, I doubt she would say that. Actually, after the orgy in the limo debacle, I’m surprised she’s even saying it right now. I guess moms have a short memory when it comes to their only son.
“Rhett? Honey, are you still there?”
“Yeah. I’m here.”
“Well, are you seeing anyone right now? You know your father and I would just love to see you settled down. Especially if you want to have children. You know you can’t wait around forever with that kind of thing. You’re not getting any younger. And wearing those athletic supporters all the time. Why, Cindy Murphy and I were just having tea, and she told me she read in the Huffington Post that they cause low sperm count.”
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