Throwing Love #2 (Throwing Love #2)

by Nella Tyler

  “You have such a hot ass.”

  I just looked up at him, loving the feel of his hands where they were.

  A thousand flames were licking my body all over as he touched me. I was dying of anticipation for him. I shuddered as he caressed my pussy, briefly opening my lips with his thumb as he sucked on my nipples. I bucked underneath him, and he laughed softly as he continued to lick one of my nipples, tonguing it, playing with it, before covering it with his mouth and sucking.

  “Oh God, Bennett, that feels so good.”

  He ran his hands over my body, growling, “Emmi, you knot me up and tear me apart.

  “I want you in my mouth.”

  He looked at me with surprise, but that quickly turned to lust as he rolled over onto his back. I was immediately on him and took his cock in my mouth. He moaned loudly. “Emmi, God that feels good.”

  I sucked on him hard, allowing my tongue to swirl around his tip. I felt the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. He was nice and big in my mouth, and I ached to have him inside me.

  “Emmi, you make me want to take you right now. But I want to taste you first.”

  I sat up as he pushed me back down on the bed. I spread my legs for him, and he slowly rubbed his fingers against my opening. The sensation thrilled me. I was already wet for him and aching for his cock. I moaned when he bent down and lightly lapped at my opening. He continued licking my opening as if I was an ice cream cone. He stuck his tongue inside me, and I gasped. He began to suck my clit until I thought I would lose my mind. I had already lost my ability to think clearly, all I could see and feel was him.

  “Please, take me, Bennett. I need you badly.”

  “You can have anything you want, Emmi.”

  He eagerly spread me wide, his erection pulsing and hard as he flattened me on my back and covered me with the heat of his body. His mouth was one with mine again and I could taste myself on his lips. I felt myself melt underneath him. I clawed his back and he buried his face in my neck, biting and nipping me.

  “Who do you belong to?”

  “You,” I panted. “I only want you.”

  He pulled out and flipped me over. I stuck my bottom in the air, and he rubbed my ass. He pushed my skirt up so that I was presented to him fully.

  The closeness to him, our limbs tangled together, and my bottom against his cock – I had never wanted anyone more than I wanted him at that moment. I wanted his tongue in my mouth once again, but I would have to wait. Heat filled my veins as he continued to massage my ass cheeks. He slipped a finger into my opening and finger fucked me. I was so wet that I was dripping against his fingers. His cock was now against my entry and every cell in my body knew that Bennett was now my mate and I prepared myself for him. There was need written all over his face and he was easily the sexiest man I had ever seen. I could see his strong muscles clench, his body working as he pushed himself deep into me. Thrashing as a sound of pleasure ripped through me, I pushed my ass against him, taking in more of his cock. He muttered my name as he bent over and kissed my shoulders. He thrust inside me as I moaned his name over and over again. I came against his cock as he rocked inside me and I was panting as he followed suit, filling me up. He slid out of me and rolled over on the bed. I followed suit and moved up against his body. He wrapped his arms around me and held my naked body to him. Bennett bit the back of my neck, holding me tighter than I had ever been held before.

  Summoning the energy to move after that took a lot of energy for me, and I imagined that he felt the same way. I was turned into him and was looking into his face, and I smiled when he looked down at me.

  He leaned in and kissed me on the forehead. “That was fantastic, Emmi.”

  “You were great, as well.”

  “Are you tired?”

  “Nope,” I said.

  “How do you feel?”

  “Hungry,” I said and giggled.

  He laughed. “Well, I'm not surprised. Okay, let's get dressed and see what we can do about that.”

  Chapter Nine

  I was in an after sex glow when we left the bedroom and returned to the kitchen. I almost wanted to return to my bedroom and try going at it a second time. Bennett just had that effect on me. He had some serious bedroom skills and I was curious to try some new positions with him. Why not? It would be so much fun, and I was willing to stay in bed all day long if I had to.

  It was then that my stomach growled. Alas, food would be the one thing that kept me out of the bedroom for the day. That was okay, I would be more than happy to stare at Bennett across the table as we ate some burgers and had some beer. Or maybe we could try some other culinary delight since we had already went for burgers, either way, I didn't care as long as we were together.

  We both sat back down at the kitchen table and smiled across the table at each other. I picked up my coffee mug and took a sip. It was still warm and I finished it. It tasted like the best coffee I ever had after the sex that I just experienced.

  I watched as Bennett finished his coffee, as well. “Shall we have another while we figure out where to go to eat?” The moment was so comforting that I didn't mind sitting awhile and enjoying another cup before we got going. The sex had been so good that I was still basking in the deliciousness of it. Damn, maybe we should go back in that room.

  “Sure. I can make food here, too, if you prefer staying in?”

  “No, I'd like to take you out.”

  I smiled as I took both mugs and got up to get more coffee. I felt incredible and couldn't have been happier that I decided to give the dating idea another shot. I had been foolish to worry about anything happening. The article was in the past and it wasn't the end of the world, anyways. We were going to be just fine. I was happy and that was all that mattered. We would take the world by storm and together we would prove everyone wrong. I couldn't wait to do that and to see what the future had in store for us.

  I stirred cream into my coffee and then brought both mugs back to the table. As I was setting his mug in front of him, his phone rang. He smiled at me as he pulled the phone out of his jeans and looked at the screen.

  A look of confusion came across his face and I wondered who the call was from. I sat down across from him and took a sip of my hot coffee.

  He answered the call and said hello. Immediately, the mood in the room changed as I read his body language. As his brow furrowed, he no longer looked like the man who had left my bedroom. The conversation he was having was not a good one and I couldn't imagine what had gone wrong.

  “What are you talking about? What does that mean?”

  I could not hear the other end of the conversation, but whatever the person was saying was making Bennett very upset. I started feeling sick to my stomach and wondered if the conversation had anything to do with me.

  “What does that mean? I have no idea what you're talking about?” Bennett kept repeating the same thing into the phone, which worried me. Something was really wrong and he was having a hard time processing the information. I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but he was too worked up with the conversation to even acknowledge I was in the same room with him. What could possibly be so upsetting that he would be getting frustrated with the other person on the line?

  “Are you kidding me?” Bennett exploded and started yelling into the phone. I couldn't believe my eyes and fear struck me immediately. I wasn't afraid of Bennett or anything, and I certainly didn't feel like I was in any danger. The fear was from the worry that I felt – the worry that the conversation was about me. I didn't want or need any more complications in our relationship and the conversation was really starting to bother me.

  “Look, it wasn't my fault. Don't you know that?”

  Now I was really puzzled. What wasn't Bennett's fault? I really didn't feel like it was my place to get involved, but I was worried. I put my hand on his arm and without looking at me he pulled away. What did that mean? He wasn't even looking at me, and I found the whole scene very upsetting. Tears welled up
in my eyes, but I fought them back. I would not cry in front of Bennett. Not now, I wouldn't.

  “Are you listening to me? I said it wasn't my fault! Really? You know what? Forget it.” He hung up the phone and looked up at me for the first time. I tentatively took a drink of my coffee, unsure of what to say to him. Should I ask him about the phone call or was it none of my business at this point? I was so confused and unsure of myself that I was paralyzed in silence. What he said next was probably the last thing that I expected.

  “Look, Emmi, I have to go.”

  “What? What do you mean?”

  “Something came up and I have to go.” He got up from the table, leaving his coffee untouched.

  “Bennett, what's wrong?” I was following him to the door, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Everything was so great when we left the bedroom and now he wasn't even responding to me. “What happened? Who was on the phone and why are you so upset?”

  He turned to me. “Emmi, I'm sorry. I have to go.” He turned from me and opened my front door, leaving my apartment.

  Chapter Ten

  I stood there shell shocked, unable to process what had just happened in the last 10 minutes. Had I done something wrong? Had he done something wrong? What had he meant when he said it wasn't his fault? My mind was swimming again, but this time it wasn't with images of sex and Bennett. I was now plagued with a million thoughts on what that phone call could have been about.

  I returned to the table and sat down in front of my coffee. I stared across the table at the mug he had left behind. He had just gotten up so quickly and without a care about what I was feeling or thinking. What could have upset him so much that he would behave in that manner, especially after what happened between us in the bedroom?

  Still hungry, I sipped at my coffee, perplexed by my afternoon. I had a meeting at the paper later on that I would have to fit into my now absent schedule. I had expected to spend the day with Bennett and that totally blew up in my face.

  I looked at my phone and considered sending Bennett a message. Shouldn't I see if he was all right and ask him what was going on? We were so fresh that I wasn't sure if I would be stepping over any lines. Maybe I wasn't the one that he wanted to talk to about this. Maybe he had someone else in his life that he felt more comfortable talking to when he was upset. Could I really blame him? We had just met. But I knew if I were in trouble, I would go to him and at least seek his opinion. Well, Connie, too...but that was a given. Guys were different, though, and I had no idea if he was in trouble or not. It could be nothing, right? Right?!

  I took a deep breath and released it slowly. There was no point in hashing it out in my head; I needed to get on with the rest of my day. I might as well get ready for the meeting.

  I wouldn't message Bennett – I would wait until he contacted me first. I had no idea what was going on, but I would find out eventually when he was ready to tell me. If I pushed him too hard, I could end up pushing him away. He clearly didn't want to talk about it at that moment since he literally walked out of my apartment without so much as an explanation. I wasn't even sure if I should be mad at him because of that. He had seemed so upset and distraught that it was hard to think badly of his behavior. I just wished I knew why he felt that way. I had no idea what had happened, so it was impossible for me to help him.

  I would have to give him his space and let him come to me with an explanation for his behavior. He was pretty upset with the phone call, so he certainly didn't need me meddling in his personal affairs when we had basically just started dating a week ago. Sometimes when people tried to help others, it just made the situation worse. That would be likely in my case, so it was best to just leave him alone for a bit. Hopefully it wouldn't be long before he contacted me and explained.

  I just wanted to focus on the time we had spent together and not have to worry about anything else. Everything between us was fine and we were going to be okay, despite whatever was going on during that conversation – I just had to have faith. He had been so happy to see me and so genuine about wanting to work things out, I couldn't let anything get in the way of that – including my overactive imagination. I was certain that his call had nothing to do with our relationship, but in the wake of the article it just left me feeling uneasy.

  That was why I had to start focusing on only the good things instead of worrying about the bad. We were more than okay.

  We had certainly been more than okay in my bedroom. Wow, just thinking about how he had made love to me made me want to do it all over again. My cheeks grew hot as I remembered the way he touched me. There were gentle moments, as well as the rougher, aggressive moments and both were very appealing. Then when he entered me, it was like the rest of the world disappeared and that feeling was amazing. In that moment, just having him there with me had been incredible. I wanted many more years of moments just like that one.

  We had left my bedroom in such bliss; the feelings had just been so amazing and incredible.

  I finished off the rest of my coffee and headed to the shower. I had the quickest shower of my life and then tied my damp hair in a bun. I dressed quickly and went back to the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water and a protein bar and headed out the door. I needed to get to the meeting for the paper and see what my next assignment was. I hoped there was no more drama in my future – that was all I asked. Whatever the paper had in store for me surely would be something that would keep my mind off of Bennett for a while. Focusing on something else was exactly what I needed.

  Chapter Eleven

  I was planning on getting something scrumptious after my meeting. The protein bar just wasn't cutting it and I didn't get the chance to grab food with Bennett. Thinking about food with Bennett made me a little sad.

  I parked at the college and headed towards the building doors. The meetings were always in the office. I walked into the room and saw I was the last to arrive – probably not the best thing. Ahhh, well.

  “Emmi, welcome. How was your day?”

  I thought it was an odd question and the way she said it sounded loaded. She had a weird look on her face that I couldn't quite read. Something was up, and I hoped it had nothing to do with me.

  “My day was okay...and yours?”

  “Have you heard the news?”

  “News? What news?” I asked, alarmed. It was clear that something had happened recently that I had totally missed. I hated missing the latest gossip, and I didn't like the fact that everyone knew but me. This was my job after all, and I hated being out of the loop.

  “You seriously don't know? Isn't Bennett back in town?” Rebecca threw out.

  “Rebecca, relax,” my editor, added.

  I rolled my eyes at Rebecca. “Bennett being in town is hardly news.”

  Rebecca smiled. “That's not the news, and I'm surprised that you don't know what's going on.”

  I was becoming increasingly annoyed. Especially because Rebecca was implying that I had been with Bennett and was still clueless. Maybe I was. The news obviously involved Bennett in some way and I had no idea why he would be involved in “news.” And then it occurred to me.... the phone call. No. There was no way that they had any idea about that phone call, there was just no way. At least I hoped not.

  I sighed deeply. “Okay, is someone going to tell me what is going on? Because I'm clearly out of the loop on something and I'm dying to know what it is.”

  My editor spoke up next, “Bennett Thomas was suspended off of his team. He can no longer play for the Long Island Stingrays.”

  My mouth dropped open. “What? What are you talking about? Why?”

  “Well apparently there was an incident that happened in high school involving Bennett. It's quite the scandal, actually, and it was just announced today.”

  “Well that's what I get for going home to rest.”

  Rebecca snorted. What was her problem? She couldn't possibly be mad at me because she was stuck writing fluff pieces. Next time do your proper research, girl, and we wo
n't have an issue.

  “What incident?”

  “He was caught cheating. The word is that he put tar on his baseball to get a better grip.”

  The room was completely silent around me. You could have heard a pin drop. Everyone was waiting on edge to see my reaction. They knew that I was involved with Bennett despite the article that was printed about our relationship. They all couldn't believe I didn't know. Why didn't I know? That was clearly what the conversation had been about while he was on the phone. So why hadn't he told me? Especially since he knew an announcement would be made. I would obviously find out about it, so why not tell me himself? It just didn't make sense and it annoyed me to no end. I didn't like coming in there and be made to look like a fool because everyone else seemed to know that the guy I was dating was suspended but me. It was ridiculous.

  “That's impossible,” I said finally.

  “Maybe not.”

  “Bennett doesn't cheat.”

  “Well, the league is looking into it now, but unfortunately, he will be suspended until the allegation is either proven correct or not.”

  “Oh my God, I can't believe this. It's just so awful.”

  “Well, that's the news anyways. We will have to wait and see what happens. Obviously we hope that the allegations aren't true, but that's where Bennett is at for now.”

  I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I felt so terrible for Bennett. He must be losing his mind right now. But I was also a little pissed because I couldn't believe he didn't tell me. Did he not trust me or was I just someone he felt like he couldn't talk to me about these things. If anyone, I would be the one person that could understand what he was going through. If I lost my career in sports, I would be devastated. It's something a player covets and wants to keep forever. He must be devastated at the fact that he was suspended, and for how long? What would he do?

  I felt my heart plummet to my chest. I was at a loss for words – it was all just so much to take in.