Leap of Faith: A Sports Romance (Love of the Game Book 3)

by McClendon, Shayne

  “Doctor, do you have my release paperwork? Don’t shake your head. I need get to my hotel and eat. I have meetings beginning at noon tomorrow. I want to leave. Right now.”

  The nurse stared at the arm she held out and Sasha lifted her brows. The woman wore bright scrubs that were overwhelming in the fluorescent lighting. She looked at the doctor expectantly and he nodded for the woman to proceed with a small frown. The IV was removed in moments and a bandage placed over the small hole.

  Sasha could feel Tucker staring at her as she gathered her things. She pretended to be unaffected by it but she didn’t lie to herself.

  The mere presence of the man made her feel overheated.

  To compensate, she located her phone and dialed her father’s number. It was a chore she had to get through. She paced the room anxiously; a habit every time she spoke to her father.

  “Dad. You…what? You saw that?” She turned to face Tuck and glared. “Lovely.”

  The man who’d developed a reputation as aggressive and confrontational in the sports world began to rant and a tension headache started at the back of Sasha’s neck and worked its way forward.

  Then he started talking about her ex-husband.

  “Are you fucking kidding me? Peter has no right to call you and tattle. I don’t give a shit if we still represent him. No, I will not speak to him.” She paced faster. “Dad, I divorced him. I had a valid reason. There is no relationship with him.”

  She listened for a few seconds but there would be no reasoning with her father. Instead, she cut him off. “I’m at the hotel. I need to eat and I’ll talk to you in the morning. You tell that lying fuck where I am and I will cause the biggest scene you’ve ever seen in your life. There will be no spin control for the lunacy I’ll unleash on him.”

  The nurse appeared and she rapidly signed the paperwork presented on a clipboard.

  When she was gone, Sasha threw everything into her purse, shrugged on her jacket, and ground out furiously, “Do what you want. I know for a fact you and Mom didn’t speak for weeks over this. I call her next.”

  Closing the phone, she stormed from the room.

  Tuck Irvin was right behind her. “You alright?”

  “No, I’m not alright. You’ve done enough, but can you please take me to my hotel?”

  “Of course.”

  He opened his passenger door and closed it gently behind her when she was settled. They didn’t speak as he drove and for that, she was grateful.

  Under the hotel entrance, he handed the keys to a valet and grabbed her luggage. The man at the front desk blatantly checked her out as she approached and it was almost too much for her to handle.

  “Really?” The man’s eyes came up quickly with a small sneer. The name badge on his chest pronounced him the night manager. His name was Roger. “Roger, my name is Sasha Fowler. I need to check in. I’m exhausted and not at my best.”

  Sniffing, Roger typed rapidly on his unseen keyboard and presented her with her room key a few minutes later. “Enjoy your stay, Miss Fowler.”

  She nodded but said nothing as she spotted the bank of elevators. Tuck got in behind her and she met his eyes.

  “I’m seeing you up, Sasha. You’ve had quite the day and you’re exhausted.”

  Twelve floors later, she stepped into a hallway that looked like hundreds of others she’d been in and suddenly felt like screaming.

  This was not what she wanted. This has never been what she wanted.

  Keying the electronic lock, she stepped just inside the room and held the door. Tucker moved past her to put her luggage on the dresser.

  By the time he turned back, Sasha had removed her overcoat and was pulling the black turtleneck over her head. He took a step back and his legs hit the king size bed.

  Saying nothing, she removed her boots, stripped the black suede pants from her legs, and faced him in her lace bra and boy shorts. Reaching up, she unpinned her hair and let it fall around her upper body.

  Hands on her hips, she stared at him.

  “You’re stunning…you were hiding a lot under all those layers.” He frowned. “Are you sure, Sasha? Why are you changing your mind?”

  “Does it matter? We’re not shooting for happily ever after. You wanted to use me and I’m in the frame of mind to use you. Looks like all signs point to yes.”

  With that, she reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and released her breasts. Hooking her thumbs in her panties, she pushed them down and kicked them away.

  “Your move, Tuck.”

  Chapter Two

  Tucker wasn’t sure he was breathing.

  His eyes traveled from her pretty feet, over a trimmed patch of red curls above her mons, a slightly rounded tummy, to full breasts with pink nipples. Her hair was a river of auburn that stood out against flawless ivory skin. She was toned but not muscular, about five-seven, with amber eyes he thought he might drown in.

  The thorough examination of her body from bottom to top took less than three seconds. Then he made quick work of his winter gear, pulled away his suit and boxers methodically as Sasha stared at him hungrily. When he was completely naked, she tackled him to the bed.

  “You were due a sack.” They were the last words she said for almost half an hour.

  Shoving at him until he rolled over on his stomach, Sasha massaged him. She went deep into the tissue better than anyone he’d ever known and concentrated on the heaviest muscle groups of his back and legs. She didn’t neglect his ass or his feet.

  She treated every inch of his body to the same attention and he was moaning after the first ten seconds. After two minutes, he knew he could postpone his standing appointment for an after-game massage tomorrow.

  Standing at the end of the bed, she nudged him to his back and smiled. He imagined the look of euphoria on his face was obvious.

  From the tips of his toes, she worked her way up his body. She straddled his hips as she worked his hands, arms, shoulders, and neck. Backing up, she worked his chest and abdominals.

  When she took his cock more than halfway into her mouth, his entire upper body arched off the bed. The kneading of every muscle in focused silence hadn’t prepared him for her switch to something so sexual.

  His hands went into her hair and he watched her suck him differently than any woman ever had. This wasn’t foreplay to Sasha. She didn’t look as though she was trying to appear seductive or get him more turned on.

  She enjoyed the act itself.

  That turned him on more than anything else could have. Most women rushed blowjobs, doing it only because they were checking it off a task list on their way to orgasm. Some women actually seemed to hate everything about giving oral but did it anyway.

  Not this woman. Sasha sucked him hard and didn’t rush. Several times, she stopped him from coming when she felt him tightening.

  No part of his groin was neglected. Her fist stroked the portion of the shaft she couldn’t take in her mouth while her other hand worked his balls as firmly as he’d ever done himself. Every so often, she released them to pet his thighs or abs.

  Her suction remained steady and she alternated by carefully using her teeth on the upstroke. Her tongue never stopped moving, coiling around the head and following the ridge.

  Tucker gripped her hair in his fists and dug his heels into the bed.

  When she stopped him from coming a third time, he was reduced to begging. “Please, Sasha. I can’t stand it. Please let me come.”

  Magnificent amber eyes lifted to meet his. She didn’t look away as she reached beneath his sac with one finger while maintaining the pressure on his balls. It pressed his perineum, massaging in small circles, as she increased the speed and depth of sucking him.

  Then he was coming and it was unlike any orgasm in his life – alone or with a partner. It felt stronger than he thought possible and stole his ability to think.

  “Yes. Fuck yes, Sasha. That feels so fucking good.”

  She used the strong muscles of her throat to milk
him, her fingers continued their massage, and never had he been emptied so completely.

  At the last moment, she pulled back to watch the last stream of semen hit his lower abs. Tucker watched as she licked it away. It gave him a full body shiver. There was a small smile on her face as she returned to clean every inch of his balls and cock. When the process was done to her satisfaction, she kissed the head and crawled up to lie down beside him on her stomach.

  “Feel better? I know I do.”

  Her voice was smug and he turned his head to look at her. He couldn’t hide the awe in her performance or the embarrassment that he was completely…for the first time in his sexual history…flaccid.

  “You’re like a mythical creature. My god, I can’t see straight.”

  Tuck felt like he was truly looking at her for the first time. Her lips were red and swollen from sucking him and her cheeks were flushed. Her amber eyes were the color of warm whiskey and he’d never wanted to fuck someone more in his life.

  Impossible for the time being. Holy shit.

  There was no doubt that she knew exactly what effect she’d had on him. Her smile grew bigger and she leaned over to kiss his lips lightly. “I’m going to shower and let you recuperate.”

  She bounded off the bed, grabbed a clip from her purse, and pulled her hair into a haphazard bun. He watched her ass as she walked into the bathroom.

  Between the massage and the blowjob, Tuck was more relaxed than he could ever remember being.

  * * *

  When Sasha left the bathroom wrapped in a towel ten minutes later, she found Tuck Irvin, one of the best quarterbacks in NFL history, soundly asleep in her bed.

  With a small chuckle, she turned off all but one lamp, climbed in beside him, and pulled the blankets over their bodies. They’d both had a long day.

  Sleep wasn’t an insult; it was proof of a job well done.

  Sasha drifted to sleep with the sound of Tuck’s deep breathing. It was soothing to a woman who hadn’t had a man in her bed in three years.

  Several hours later, she woke clutching the sheets.

  Glancing down the length of her body, she was met with the image of Tuck settled comfortably between her legs, tracing his tongue lazily back and forth over her clit.

  Two strong fingers stroked steadily in and out of her body, and before she realized how close she was to an orgasm, she was coming hard and fast.

  His green eyes watched her and after he brought her back down to earth, he winked. She started to lift, prepared to accept him fully. She was surprised when he held her down with his arm across her pelvis.

  “No. My work here isn’t done.”

  Tuck licked her from her pussy to her clit with the flat of his tongue and she collapsed against the pillows, watching him eat her. The man took his time, seeming to enjoy giving as much as she was enjoying receiving.

  A first for her, if she was being honest about past lovers.

  His fingers never slowed and he curled them, stroking over her G-spot. Her eyes lost focus as another orgasm built. It didn’t completely surprise her when he prevented her from coming by stopping all movements.

  Rapid pants escaped her lips and she whispered, “I’ll beg sooner than you did, Tuck.”

  “You don’t have to beg for a fucking thing, Sasha.”

  He resumed his attention to her pussy and she was shocked to realize her entire body was vibrating. Everything about him seemed focused on driving her up and over the edge of climax. He licked her clit, nibbled it with his teeth, and sucked it between his lips.

  It stole her breath.

  “So good…don’t stop.” He didn’t until she crashed from a third climax ten minutes later. When she trusted herself to speak, she asked, “Where did you learn to do that?”

  “I dated a girl in college who wasn’t sure of her sexual orientation. Though she eventually chose females as holding the greater sexual attraction, she left me with a new appreciation for eating pussy. I watched another woman go down on her and realized I didn’t know a fucking thing.”

  She laughed. “You certainly corrected it.”

  “I’m quick at learning things I really want to know.”

  Sasha cupped her breasts, pinched and rolled her nipples as she stared at him. “I really want you to suck these for me, Tuck. Please come up here.”

  The green of his eyes darkened and she watched a sexual flush spread over his cheeks. He slowly pulled his fingers from her body and sucked her essence from them. He moaned and lifted her ass in his huge hands, bringing her closer to his mouth. He fucked into her with his tongue several times before lowering her to the bed and crawling up her body.

  His lips settled over hers with a murmured, “Taste.”

  The flavor of her sexuality blended with the warm richness of Tucker’s mouth and she groaned. His hands circled her, fisting her hair and gripping her ass as he kissed her differently than any man had before.

  She felt consumed and all she could think was more.

  Their first kiss went on and on. Her hands explored any part of his body she could reach and his hold on her didn’t loosen. His fingers curled around the bend of her ass and stroked into her pussy from beneath her. Her gasp was swallowed as he deepened the kiss yet again.

  When he broke it, he continued to hold her immobile as he bent to take a pebbled nipple to the roof of his mouth. Her scalp tingled where he gripped her hair. She flexed around his fingers and his suckling was telegraphing strong signals to her womb.

  He took turns with each breast, going back and forth between them. He licked and sucked, scraped the peaks with his teeth. When they were fully swollen and distended, he grabbed a condom from the side table.

  He slipped his fingers from her pussy, rolled the latex over his shaft, and notched himself at the entrance of her body. He drove to the root in one stroke and the tight walls worked to stretch to him.

  “So wet and hot. Fuck, you feel incredible.”

  Tucker painted her lips with the moisture on his fingertips and licked across her mouth before settling into another deep kiss. He didn’t move, didn’t rush to fuck her now that he had the opportunity. His shaft throbbed as he ransacked her mental processes.

  It was the single most intimate sexual experience of her life.

  Sasha took his face in her hands and he lifted slightly to stare into her eyes. They stayed like that for a long moment and she swore she saw the same fascination on his face that must have shown on her own.

  “Fuck me hard, Tucker.”

  Without breaking eye contact, he brought his knees higher and rested her ass against his upper thighs. Slipping his arms under her, he withdrew and stroked carefully to the hilt. She said nothing because the next thrust was deeper, harder.

  Soon enough, he was driving down into her body with brutal force and her mind zoned into the moment to absorb every detail. His shaggy blonde hair was darker with sweat. Muscle definition in his arms and torso were sharp despite the soft lighting.

  He was present, in the moment with her, and it opened a part of her she closed after too many hurts. A part of her she didn’t want to open for this man.

  He was a fantastic lover, but a horrible gamble.

  “Stop thinking.” Tucker’s words snapped her back into reality and he glared at her. “I can practically see your thoughts, Sasha.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be fucking sorry. Be here. We’ll think more tomorrow.”

  She nodded and he increased his efforts, dropping his mouth over hers, and forcing her to take his breath and give it back. There was no control left inside her and when her orgasm started, he broke the kiss with a growl.

  “Yes. Come for me.”

  Stopping would have been impossible and her upper body lifted from the bed with the force of pleasure that crashed over her. She knew she cried his name but would have been shocked at the emotion she betrayed when she did.

  Before the peak could subside, he said, “Again.”

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sp; Eyes on hers, holding her hard, he worked to drive her up a second time. She was incoherent with sexual joy she’d delivered but never personally experienced.

  He reached around to hold the nape of her neck and pulled her with him as he went back on his heels. Large palms braced her shoulders as he pounded into her from below, moving nothing but his hips into her body.

  Sasha clawed him with her short nails and bit his shoulder. One hand trailed down and squeezed her ass before slapping it sharply. When he held her jaw still and kissed her aggressively, eating at her mouth, she came.

  Her pussy milked his cock like a fist as he lowered her to the bed and stroked into her deep and slow. It dragged out her orgasm and when he joined her, she watched his face contort in release.

  “Best orgasm of my fucking life.”

  His words came through gritted teeth. He slowed his movements but didn’t stop, exhaling roughly as both of them went limp.

  They were quiet for a long time before Tuck said into the bend of her neck, “I have to see you again.” She smiled against his chest but didn’t respond. Lifting his face, he met her gaze directly. “Sasha, I’m serious.”

  He pressed his hips snuggly into the cradle of her body and as she tried to think of what she should say, a familiar sensation washed over her. His eyes widened.

  “Are you alright?”

  “Tuck, I…I need sugar. Right now.”

  Chapter Three

  Tucker pulled carefully from her body and leapt from the bed. He discarded the condom while he dialed room service.

  Sasha stared at the ceiling and smiled when he told them to get it to the room in ten minutes for a hundred dollar tip. He ordered an assortment since he was unsure what she liked. He also told them to send up several packets of honey and a carafe of orange juice.

  When he hung up, he rummaged in the outer pocket of her bag and found another two pouches of honey. Opening them both, he crawled up beside her and held them to her mouth.