Don't Tell

by Violet Paige

  Wes stared at me. “No football player is that good. You start blocking out what’s around you, and you lose the game. You can’t act like there aren’t women on this earth for six months. Too much focus is bullshit, Sam. This isn’t baseball. Let those guys have their weird superstitions. Football players don’t do those damn things.”

  “So you think getting shit-faced the night before a game and screwing some random girl is going to help us win tomorrow?”

  He stood from the table. “Take my advice however you want. But I’ve been in the game long enough to know that extreme anything is never good.” He pressed his heavy hand on my shoulder and whispered in my ear. “Technically, the season doesn’t start until tomorrow, so you’re not breaking any rules tonight.” He slapped me once again and walked away.

  I had to laugh. If anyone thought Wes Blakefield was the team leader who would mentor a rookie into taking the path of righteousness, they didn’t know the man. I’d probably never get that type of advice again in my career.

  Most people would agree with me. Coaches would. Trainers would. But not Wes. He probably thought less of me now that I revealed why I was staying away from the women.

  The singer started up again, and I looked around to see if anyone would notice if I slipped out. The guys were too busy talking to the girls. I could walk out now and nobody would give a shit.

  I stood to stretch my legs. The door was on the other side of the bar. A red neon sign hung over the entrance that read Warriors. It was another reminder that I needed to be reading our playbook, not taking shots and buying pretty girls drinks. I could do that in February.

  Our hotel was only a few blocks from the bar. I’d walk back, clear my head, then hit the book again. The way the guys were drinking I might be the only one who could hold my head up tomorrow.

  I looked over my shoulder. Stubbs had his arm around one of the girl’s waists. Shit. He had two girlfriends back home, but that didn’t stop him. I shook my head and took a step toward the door. I wasn’t paying attention to what or who was in front of me.

  “Ow!”

  “Oh shit.” I looked down. I grabbed her arm before she hit the floor. “Sorry.”

  I had plowed her over with one step.

  “Watch where you’re going, maybe?” Her voice told me everything I needed to know about her before I even saw her face. She was strong-willed, opinionated, and not afraid to stand up for herself.

  I helped her to balance on both feet. She smoothed the strands of hair that had fallen over her cheeks and tilted her chin. Her eyes lifted to mine and I swallowed hard.

  Fuck. She was gorgeous. And not like the other girls. Every part of her was natural and flawless. I stared at her high cheekbones, arched eyebrows, and long eyelashes. There was grace in her movements. Even her scowl.

  She brushed her blond hair from her face. The rest was pulled back high off her neck.

  “I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking.” But I was now. I was checking out every inch of her. She wasn’t dressed like the others. It looked like she had run here from a yoga class.

  She shrugged off my apology. “Sorry, I was a little rude. It’s fine.”

  “Let me buy you a drink.” It popped out of my mouth before I could think about what I was saying.

  She looked at me quizzically. “I’m fine, really. No damage done.”

  “But I want to apologize. What do you like? It’s on me.”

  She pinched her lips together and I noticed how lush and full they were. God, she was perfect.

  She shook her head. “Really. It’s not that big a deal.”

  “I insist.” I pressed my fingers to her wrist and heard a sigh escape those damn sinful lips of hers.

  Her eyes flashed to mine. “All right. But only one. That’s all.”

  “That’s all I’m offering.” I grinned. “Wait here.” I led her to the table where I had been sitting with Wes only a few seconds ago. “What’s your poison of choice?”

  “Vodka tonic.”

  “Got it.” I maneuvered toward the bar and threw a fifty in front of the bartender.

  He poured a bourbon for me and a vodka tonic with a lime wedge for the girl. I walked back to the table. She shifted in her seat, and her loose shirt slid from her collarbone down her arm. Seeing a woman’s shoulder had never made my mouth water like that before.

  She pinched the collar and repositioned it. “Thank you.”

  I noticed how long and delicate her fingers were when she picked up the glass.

  “It’s the least I could do. Are you sure you aren’t hurt?”

  I’d knocked bigger men than me to their asses at the line of scrimmage. It couldn’t have felt good when I rammed into her.

  “I don’t think I’ll have any bruises.” She brought the edge of the glass to her mouth.

  I didn’t know what in the hell I was doing. I was getting ready to take my third shot and I was sitting with the most gorgeous girl in the place. I couldn’t blame Wes for any of it. He may have planted an idea in my head, but I was doing this all on my own.

  I had already started a countdown of how long I had until the team meeting, or if I pushed it back farther—kickoff.

  After all, the season didn’t start until tomorrow.

  4

  Natalia

  This was unbelievable. I waited at the table while Mr. Sex on a Stick bought a vodka drink for me. What was I doing? I could handle flirting. I was used to it. As a Warrior Goddess, I had more numbers crammed in my hand as I walked through the tunnel than a stripper had one-dollar bills. So why was I suddenly letting this guy with piercing gray eyes trap me with a typical bar pick up line?

  He had no idea I was standing there when he almost knocked me to the floor. I was impressed how quickly he reached for me. With one arm, he had me on my toes. I was more enamored with his wall of a chest. Holy hell.

  I wasn’t that kind of girl. I wasn’t that kind of Goddess. I waved at Heather. She was talking to some guy with a tattoo crawling down both arms. She smiled and her eyes went right back to him. At least someone knew I had arrived, and I couldn’t be blamed if we lost tomorrow night. I had officially fulfilled my Goddess obligation for the season. I had been on the squad for four months, and I still didn’t feel like it was home yet. I didn’t know that it ever would.

  God, I was fed up with all of it. The traditions. The guilt. The embarrassment.

  “How’s the drink?” he asked.

  “Good.” I took another sip. Vodka had always been my go-to.

  If Madame Collette knew I was drinking before a performance, she would have had me doing a hundred pliés to make up for it. My thighs wouldn’t let me do it again. The burn would be seared into my memory. Ballerinas didn’t drink. And they certainly didn’t hook up with random hot guys.

  But she wasn’t here, and I wasn’t part of the troupe. No, I was on the dance squad. And this was what the Goddess dancers did.

  “Are those your friends over there?” He motioned to the girls, who were probably on their third or fourth drink.

  I nodded. “Sort of.” I used the little swizzle stick to push the lime under the ice.

  “Would you rather join them?” he asked.

  His question caught me off guard. I froze for a second. I could be over there talking about photo shoots and the calendar that was coming out before Christmas. I could talk about how much I loved to shake my ass in front of the fans. How much I loved being on the Warriors’ payroll. How I lived and breathed two things: football and cheering.

  But none of that was me. I didn’t want to talk about any of those things, or be reminded that I was a part of the squad.

  I looked directly in his eyes, trying not to be thrown off by his dark eyelashes. “I think I like it over here.”

  “I’m Sam, by the way.”

  “Natalia,” I replied.

  “Pretty. Doesn’t sound like a Texas girl’s name.”

  I didn’t know why that made me blush. “It’s not. It’s Fre
nch.”

  “French?” His eyes glazed with lust.

  There was a moment when the walls fell away and I couldn’t hear the girls laughing. I didn’t hear the guy singing on stage, or the worst pick up lines in history. There was a moment when I felt connected to this complete stranger.

  “Mmmhmm,” I responded.

  “That explains some of it, I guess.”

  I could feel the vodka starting to warm my limbs. “Some of what?” I was curious what he would say.

  “Let’s see, I’ve known you what?” He looked at the clock on his phone. “Five minutes?”

  I nodded in agreement. “Yes, I think so.”

  “And in five minutes, I can tell you’re different. Just how French are you?” He narrowed his eyes as if he was pretending to be a detective.

  I laughed. “My father is French and I grew up in Paris. That’s how French I am.”

  “So you’d say that tips the scales past the fifty percent mark?” He chuckled and I could see how sexy his smile was. Rows of straight white teeth set behind a strong jawline. Was it the vodka or was he becoming more attractive by the second?

  I tended to think the neon lights and the lone singer with the guitar had something to do with it too, but I couldn’t stop staring at his arms. He was ripped.

  “Probably so. It doesn’t help that half my family is in Paris and I go back and forth to see them. I take it you’re a Texas guy?”

  I needed to ask him a question before I launched into the sad story of my parents’ divorce. I didn’t know why I had already divulged so much to him. He didn’t want to hear about how I alternated holidays between Dallas and Paris. Or how much I hated moving here when I was seventeen. Texas seemed like an armpit after growing up in France.

  “Born and bred.” He grinned.

  “I think Texans are as proud of where they are from as Parisians are.” I withheld the rest of my commentary.

  He looked over his shoulder and scanned the bar. No one was looking at us. It almost felt as if we were the only ones here, lost in a back corner.

  He turned around. “I want to say something to you.”

  I finished my drink. “Okay. What is it?”

  “If this makes me sound like an asshole, so be it.” He paused. “But I’m not going to be in Austin after tomorrow. I travel for work. So I’m not going to pretend that I can call you, or that I’m interested in taking you to dinner.”

  I inhaled sharply. My stomach fluttered out of control. Where was he going with this?

  “What I am interested in is taking you back to my room.”

  His voice was so low it was almost a growl. A growl that sent shivers down my spine and tingled through my legs. Holy shit.

  “That’s forward.” I eyed him. “Extremely unexpected and forward.” I arched my eyebrows.

  “It’s honest.” He kicked back the rest of his dark drink. I didn’t seem to have thrown him.

  “No try-to-get-my-number and promise-you’ll-call in the morning?”

  He shook his head. “Nope. Not going to call you.” He eyes were set in a determined line.

  I licked my lips. “Not even going to try to tell me you want to see me when you’re in town again?”

  “Can’t do that.” He leaned toward me. “It’s not possible.”

  My heart beat faster. This was unreal.

  “I don’t know what to say. I’m either completely offended or completely flattered.” I think both described the emotions I was feeling.

  He wrapped an arm around my chair. “Be flattered, darlin’.” His hand made a trail against my neck and down my arm until his fingers twined between mine. “It doesn’t get any more honest than this. I’m willing to break a rule of mine for this.”

  “A rule?” I started to panic. “Are you married? Is there a girlfriend? Because regardless of how long you’re here, I’m not a home wrecker.”

  “Whoa. Whoa.” He put up his hands. “There is no girlfriend, and definitely no wife.” He leaned toward my ear. “Tonight, there is you. Let’s go.”

  “I didn’t say yes,” I whispered. But I was thinking it. Every part of me wanted to get tangled up with him for one night. This had to be the boldest offer I’d ever received. The guy was confident.

  No one would know. He wouldn’t come back. He wouldn’t hassle me into another night or break my heart because I expected something. He was fucking gorgeous and all he wanted was me.

  “But you want to,” he teased. “Don’t think, come with me.”

  What was there to think about? He was offering the perfect one-night stand scenario. The excitement mixed with the anticipation and muddled my thoughts. Logic had lost and my hormones took over.

  I nodded. “Okay.”

  “Then come on.” He pulled me from my seat and led me out of the bar. The warm night hit me in the face, but it didn’t knock any sense into me. I fell into step next to him, realizing just how tall he was.

  For once, I felt petite next to a man. It was hard being the tallest ballerina in the troupe. I was lucky to find a dance partner who met me eye-to-eye. But Sam wasn’t like those men.

  We walked for a block before he stopped.

  “What is it?” I asked, wondering if he had decided this was crazy.

  Without warning, he pulled me behind another bar. This one had a sign for open mic night. I could hear a guitar through the open door.

  “Wh-what…”

  But Sam’s lips were on mine and I threw my arms around his neck. His hands snaked under my shirt and I felt the roughness of his palms skim along my back. I moaned as he dipped his tongue inside my mouth. I could taste the sweetness of the bourbon on his tongue.

  It wasn’t the kiss I was expecting. A kiss between strangers should be awkward and out of sync, but this wasn’t. His mouth moved over mine as I sucked and toyed with his tongue. Our bodies matched a perfect rhythm, pressing together. This man I had known for less than an hour didn’t feel like a stranger. He felt like my everything.

  My back was against the wall and Sam filled my vision. My senses. My need for something more.

  He broke away and I saw the lust fire in his eyes. He could probably see it in mine.

  “I needed to kiss you,” he explained.

  I was speechless, either from the kiss or the fact that he was reading my mind. I had no idea how much farther we had to walk, but I hoped it wasn’t that far.

  5

  Sam

  She tasted like something from a tropical paradise. The sweet lime on her lips was like nectar. I inhaled her, drinking her in. I almost lost control in that side alley when I heard her make that sexy little purring noise.

  I tugged her hand in mine and walked quickly to the hotel. If tonight was going to happen, I wanted it to happen now. No more kisses in dark alleys. No more trying to grope her under her clothes. This wasn’t high school. I wanted to see the look on her face when I buried myself inside her.

  My cock ached and my chest beat wildly. I’d never wanted a woman like this before.

  “This is it.” I looked up at the hotel. The Wranglers always stayed at the same place when we were in Austin.

  “Your company has good taste.” She approved.

  I almost let something slip about the team, but I kept it in. She didn’t seem to know who I was and I liked it that way.

  I held the door for her, expecting her to back out and turn around and tell me no, but she charged ahead. She seemed as determined as I was to make this happen.

  I tapped the button at the elevator and waited for the doors to slide open.

  I couldn’t get Natalia to my room fast enough. My hands tangled in her hair as I shoved her against the elevator wall. She groaned as I roamed down her back, gripping her ass. Fuck, she had an incredible body.

  Her ankle slid up the back of my leg until it was hooked around my waist. I pressed between her legs so she knew just how fucking hard she made me. I was quickly losing control. All I had to do was spin her toward the wall and pul
l the stop button on the elevator. I could take her here and give in to every impulse pumping through my body. She toyed with my lips and I realized I wanted to savor her body for longer than just a quick fuck in an elevator.

  The doors glided open and I pulled her with me. I reached into my pocket for the key, but my need for her took over. I shoved her against the door and breathed against her mouth, tugging on her lips. It took three tries with the key card before we were finally in my room.

  The door slammed behind me and I picked her up. Her legs instantly wrapped around my waist and I growled into her ear. “God, this is going to be fucking amazing.”

  She nodded as I descended on her lips.

  This was it. The last time before the season started. I’d make it worth waiting an entire six months to fuck another woman. I’d give her everything I had. And she wasn’t just any woman. She wasn’t a groupie trying to land in bed with a famous AFA player. She wasn’t one of the Fillies on the dance team luring me into a season romance. This was a stunning, exotic woman. It was as if I had been given a season opener gift.

  I spun, pressing her back to the wall. She clung to my neck, kissing me urgently. I wanted to explore every inch of her. Feel every curve of her body. Kiss her skin, and lick her tits. I wanted her to come in my mouth and on my dick. Fuck, I wanted everything from her. I wanted to hear dirty French words on her lush lips when I took her to fucking ecstasy.

  I carried her to the bed, tossing the manuals on the floor. They landed with a loud thud, but they seemed secondary compared to what was in my arms. I’d already memorized them. Now it was time to memorize her.

  She drew me closer to her face, sucking on my bottom lip until I thought I would explode. I was fucking hard as a rock. I pressed my erection between her legs so she could feel it. I wanted her to know what she was doing to me. And what she had to look forward to.

  I grinned wickedly, tugging on the hem of her tank top. It was some kind of intricate shirt that crossed in the back and made her shoulders look sexy as hell. She worked out. That I could tell. But she was lean and graceful. Beautiful in all her movements. I hadn’t bothered to ask her what she did. That was part of the deal. Right now, I didn’t give a shit.