by Lea Bronsen
“Good. It gives us time.”
“Time?”
“Yes, for us to date.”
“Oh.” Well, why not? He’s gentle, and so very sexy at the same time. Nowhere near Lucas, that cheating bastard. But before making up my mind, I need to know more. “And you? What are you doing in life?”
“My father’s a doctor and he wanted me to be one, too, but it’d never work. My passion is rugby. The club’s offered me a professional contract, so it’s a done deal.”
“Do you have other passions?”
He raises a brow.
“Women?” I throw a glance to Melissa’s corner to check on her. She’s gone.
“There’ve been some, but nothing serious. I’m focusing on my career. You must have plenty of guys in sight?”
I take a deep breath. “I’ve had a few experiences,” I reply, throat tightening. “But they weren’t the good kind. Especially the last one. It takes a while to wanna trust the male species again.”
He puts a hand over mine. “Not all men are assholes.”
“I know.”
He nods.
His touch is warm and comforting, and his gaze honest. Liking him is easy. I’m an independent woman, a fighter, used to dealing with challenges on my own, but Kevin’s presence makes me feel safe and appreciated. It’s telling me that without a man in my life, I’m missing out on something important. I can’t really be happy alone.
A chant rises in the bar, a choir of cheery baritone voices filling the otherwise cozy place.
Kevin says something, but I’m deafened by the noise. He takes my hand, helps me climb off the stool, and leads me through the moving crowd of patrons. Ears ringing, we sneak out of the bar and into a hall. Glass cabinets displaying trophies and medals line the wall.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“This, love, is the inner sanctum of Welsh rugby. I thought you’d like to see it.”
“Wow.” I stop to study engraved letters on the big silver vases.
With a tug of my hand, he spins me back to him. Face-to-face, he pushes me against a cabinet and puts his palms on my waist. The sensual touch sends darts of heat through me. “Give me a chance. I’ll be worth it.”
I suck in a breath. He’s asking me too fast.
He leans forward and sniffs my neck, breaths hot on my skin. “You have the smell of a rugby player…”
I grimace. “I need a shower.”
“…And a hot-blooded woman who gets what she wants.”
Cornering me, he presses me against the cabinet with his hard, chiseled body. His face nears mine, so close soft puffs of warm air brush my lips.
Is he going to kiss me? Will I let him?
He moves aside and catches my earlobe with his teeth, a small bite causing lust to charge straight to my pussy. Oh, God. The sexual shock is devastating for my resolve. If he continues, I’ll melt in his arms.
“Listen,” he says, staring into my eyes, voice gruff. “I’m not going to push you to do something you’re not ready for. I’ll be patient.”
I don’t know what to say. My throat is so choked from the haze he’s put me in, I can’t speak anyway.
“But I really, really want to kiss you.”
My heart does a triple somersault.
“Just once. I deserve a reward.”
I swallow. “A reward? For what?”
“For bringing you into the heart of the male rugby world.” He smiles. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”
Damn, he’s such a cute devil, he makes me smile, too. How can I resist to his charm?
“Myra, I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you.” He leans forward and licks the seam of my lips, back and forth, a wet, delicate caress.
My pussy muscles contract painfully, making me gasp. I regain my composure and chuckle. “Ha, that line was original.”
“It’s still true.”
“Suuure. You were staring at my breasts.”
“Don’t blame me for being a man.” He grins and nibbles on my bottom lip.
God, again! More contractions of lust. I put a hand on his broad chest, but mostly to pretend an objection. I don’t really want to push him away. “What happened to just one kiss?”
He ignores me. “You won me over when you passed me the ball, hard and fast.” Our gazes lock. Is that how he likes sex? “And the way you made it spin. Like a professional.”
I mock-purse my lips. “But when I asked if I could play, you refused.”
“I was teasing you. I wanted to see if you’d insist. And you did, love. You let nothing stop you. You even put our coach in his place with a sublime dropkick. Very impressive.” He steps back, allowing chillier air between us. “So, you said you needed a shower? There’s one in the back. I’m having one.”
Oh, I didn’t expect him to take me literally—I meant a shower at home. I should refuse, but don’t want to sound prissy, either. I’m not prissy, and I’m not against the idea of dating him—on the contrary, I’m increasingly tempted to—but I need to make sure we’re not progressing too fast and making a mistake.
“Are you coming?” he asks, tilting his head.
Well, if he’s going to shower now, I have the choice between joining him or leaving the club alone. Speaking of alone, where is Melissa?
“C’mon, you’ll think later.” Smiling, he grabs my hand again and brings me farther down the hall. Between my sexual haze and the alcohol in my veins, I don’t have willpower to resist.
We enter a gigantic room with row after row of lockers and benches along the walls. What a mess. There are clothes and shoes everywhere. The sour stench of old sweat. And there’s my friend, half naked, busy with two men in a corner. One banging her from behind and she bent over, sucking the other’s cock. I stifle a laugh. She’s incorrigible.
A third guy sits on a bench opposite them, his short black hair wet, a towel around his waist. He looks me up and down, gleaming gaze saying this is no place for a woman…unless I’m in it for the game Melissa is playing. “Getting lucky, Kev?” he asks with a grin.
“Shut up.” Kevin holds my hand tighter and strides toward an open door, leading me into an empty, white-tiled shower. Warm steam moistens my skin and the smell of lavender invades my nostrils. “We’ll have more privacy in here.” He takes off his shirt, muscles rippling. Damn, he’s a sight for a starved woman’s eyes. “Aren’t you going to undress?”
I blink. “What, here? It’s the men’s locker room, right?”
He chuckles. “Yep.”
For fear of sounding stupid, I resist asking where the women’s is. I’ll just have to wait for him to finish his shower before I have mine.
He lets his shorts and boxers slide down his muscular legs, setting free a magnificent erection. Long and thick. Oh…my…fucking…God. So very enticing. I gawk, too enthralled to look away. He’s the hunk of the century, and I’m the one making him hard? My inner thighs clench with lust.
He catches me staring and grins. “Didn’t you say you needed a shower?”
“Yes, but…”
He fists his hard length at the base and strokes once with a slow upward movement of his hand. “Look, like I said, I’m not going to push you, because you’ve clearly been hurt, but I’m not going to hide my desire for you, either.”
At the sight of his masturbating, my legs weaken and my pussy heats violently, arousal leaking and wetting my panties.
“And if you make me wait too long, I might have to get off.” A small smile at his mouth, he turns to one of the showerheads and presses a button. A spray of steamy water envelops him, wetting his brown hair, gliding down each perfect muscle, and complimenting his toned body. He fills his hand with liquid soap and strokes his erection again, white foam bubbling around the stiff rod.
How erotic! My need explodes at the sight. No way can I watch this sexy stud jerk off, and not take part in the action. Bye-bye, resolve. After Lucas’ affair, I told myself to wait a while before letting a new man into
my life, but not how long that while should last. What if Kevin is perfect? Is there any reason to wait?
Sizzling, my pussy burning and throbbing for him, I take off my sweaty, sticky clothes and drop them in a corner.
He turns to me and grins. He must have known his trick would work. Chocolate eyes smoldering with desire, he waits for me to join him, then mutters, voice strangled and gaze wide on my naked breasts, “Jesus Christ, now what am I gonna do? I’ve tried very hard to not touch you.”
“Wash me.”
“Are you sure?”
I nod, so lustful I can’t say another word. Arousal smears my inner thighs.
He reaches for my breasts and fondles both at the same time, kneading them. “Wow. They’re big like a rugby ball, only much softer.” He bends to suck on an erect nipple, sending flames of heat straight to my pussy. “And delicious.”
Oh! Gasping, I grab his hard shaft and stroke him, curling my fingers around the velvety, mushroom-shaped penis head. I’m burning up, want him to put it inside me and do me good. This situation has happened much faster than I would’ve imagined possible, but it’s because he’s the right guy. The kind of man I need in my life to feel well. He respects me, and he desires me. Most of all, he wants me to be one of the boys.
“Are you sure about this? I’m not going to ask again.”
I nod, feverish. “With you, I’m sure. I want you.”
Making a guttural sound, he brings me under the showerhead and presses his wet body to mine, his firm and very hot cock throbbing between us. While warm water glides down my face and hair, he kisses me, tongue sliding inside my mouth and seeking mine, teasing, playing. I love it, want more. He pulls back to stop the water and gets some soap. With his big hands, he washes my breasts, stomach, and heated pussy, each foaming caress sense heightening. He takes his time, as if he already owns me…then turns the water on again and rinses me.
I brush wet hair out of his eyes before stroking his large neck and shoulders and giving him a deep, hungry kiss. Our tongues coil around each other. I can’t believe this hunk is mine, just because we share the same passion for a ball game?
He sneaks a finger between my wet folds and presses it farther inside, touching one of my favorite spots, increasing my need to be fucked. Now.
Wait, what about protection?
As if reading my mind, he says, “I’m clean.”
“Me, too. And I’m on the pill.” Panting, I squeeze my inner muscles around him, show him what I want. He takes the hint, lifting my leg and directing his thick, hard shaft to my entrance, then gliding right in, filling me and pinning me to the wall.
I gasp from the forceful but oh-so-delicious penetration. The first wave of an orgasm has me gripping his cock.
He groans, a frown on his forehead. “If you do that, I’m not going to last.” He glides out, then in again.
“It’s your fault. You’re making me come faster than—” A new full-length thrust provokes another wave of pleasure. Closing my eyes, I whimper from the near-painful intensity inside and move my pelvis against him, increasing the friction, urging him to fuck me harder. Every strong thrust has me climbing higher, closer to the edge, until my pussy feels like a single point of intense heat and sensibility. Kevin’s regular groans of climax fade in my ears and my mind goes blank. My body explodes as I pass over the edge, crying out, rocking my violent inner contractions like a ship on big, rolling sea waves.
Wow…
After minutes of pure bliss, his hoarse voice comes back. “No, love. It’s your fault. You’re the one who wanted to play.”
The End.
About the author
Award-winning author Lea Bronsen likes her reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides her writing time between psychological thriller, romantic suspense, and erotic dark/contemporary romance.
Find her on LeaBronsen.com
Also by Lea Bronsen
Wild Hearted
My Biggest Fan
The Perfect Shoot
High-Risk Fever
Girl Code
Mine to Love
Dark Captive – Manlove Edition
Surprising Myself
The Hotter the Love
Dark & Dirty
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