Virgin's Dirty Boss

by Nicole Elliot

  “Oh, baby,” I whispered.

  “Yes.”

  I teased along her clit, up and down and then back to her opening, sliding in just enough to stretch her wider. Enough to make her moan.

  “Do you understand what I’m getting ready to do?” I asked.

  Her head bobbed on the pillow.

  “Say it. Say you understand,” I commanded.

  “I understand. Please fuck me, now.” She begged, her voice hoarse with need.

  I pulled out of her until the tip of my dick was the only thing left inside of her and then grabbing hold of her hips I forced every inch of my dick into her. The only sound in the room was the sound of flesh against flesh as I slammed into her over and over again.

  My balls slapped against her clit with each thrust, building her climax faster and faster until I knew she was on the verge of exploding. I didn’t want her to come yet. I wanted to make her work for it. I wanted to draw out the torturous play until she was so desperate with need that she couldn’t even beg anymore.

  She growled as I pounded into her and it was the most fucking erotic sound I had ever heard in my life.

  I’d always wanted to make her growl.

  Always.

  It took her a second to get the rhythm down and then she was grinding against me as I flexed my hips, pounding into her. I felt my orgasm building just as she cried out.

  I had never witnessed a more beautiful sight than the one before me in this moment. If I had a camera I would capture a million photos and hang them across every surface of my home so that I could see her like this every second of every day. She was easily the most stunning creature ever created.

  “Good girl.” I said, smacking her on her firm ass.

  “Oh fuck me,” she whimpered as she jutted her ass up in the air for more.

  “I’m not going to be easy this time, baby. If I hurt you, tell me to stop.”

  “I like it. The pain I mean, I like the way it feels,” she explained through gasping breaths.

  My cock demanded to be buried. I had never heard anything so fucking erotic before. I positioned myself at her entrance and slid into her in one full thrust, filling her completely. She leaned forward taking all of me and I waited for a second, even though I said I wasn’t going to be easy I didn’t ever want to hurt her.

  “More,” she cried out, twisting against the sheets.

  “You want more, baby?” I asked, my voice low and full of unleashed passion.

  “Yes.”

  “More?” I asked again as her body quivered around my cock.

  “Yes.”

  I’d never felt it before—the connection in sex. The intensity of pleasure that came from giving and taking. The primal rapture of fucking a woman I was desperate to protect and keep safe. A woman who had found her way inside my soul. I wanted to give her everything I had. More than my body. More than money.

  My thrusts became more urgent as the emotion surged through me. I wanted to give her more pleasure than this world offered.

  I reached forward and stroked her clit, twisting and pinching it until she shook from the orgasm that had finally broken free inside her.

  Together we tumbled down the mountain’s edge together. Neither caring what waited at the bottom. Wrapped tight in each other’s arms. With heavy breath lining each other’s ears we crashed spent.

  Complete.

  I pulled out from her and wrapped her in my arms.

  “Everything you do to me feels good,” she whispered.

  I grinned wickedly. I knew I had just found my new game-day ritual and I fucking loved her for it.

  Hunter sat at the bar at the kitchen island, shoveling waffles into his mouth and gulping orange juice.

  “Slow down, bud,” I teased. “There’s more. Plenty more.”

  His face turned crimson and I realized I had embarrassed him.

  “What I mean is, you can have as much breakfast as you want. Whatever you want. Ok?”

  The last thing I wanted to do was to shame him into not eating. I was trying to get more calories in him. He was stick thin.

  He brushed his bangs from his eyes and poured more syrup on his plate.

  “Where’s Julie?”

  “Still in the shower.” I took a sip of coffee, turning to look out of the small kitchen sink window.

  After this morning, I knew I was seriously fucked.

  What the ever loving fuck happened to me?

  I had fallen into an alternate universe or some shit. Not that I minded, especially if I got to keep spending my time cuddled up with Julie, but damn.

  This was not Kane Hawkins. I didn’t do this family shit.

  What the fuck was wrong with me?

  I wasn’t the kind of guy who was tied down. And now all these damn emotions were trying to bubble up inside of me making my head spin. I closed my eyes and all I could see was Julie with her long silky soft legs wrapped around me and the perfect come-grab-me curve of her hips, begging for me pull her back up against me and bury myself inside of her over and over again.

  I had a game I needed to think about. A kid who needed a dad. I shook my head. I was so far over the cliff I didn’t recognize myself. The craziest shit was that I liked it. I fucking loved it.

  “So, Julie’s going to take you to the game with her dad, Judge Bristow. You’ll be up in the box again.”

  I looked at my watch. I had to head to the stadium in twenty minutes.

  “Ok.” Hunter stared at his empty plate.

  I didn’t even ask. I piled another layer of waffles on the river of syrup he had made.

  He grinned.

  Julie appeared, wearing a Sharks jersey. Her tits bobbed from the deep V-cut. She looked fucking gorgeous. And I knew she was wearing that jersey for me. To make me proud. To cheer for my team. To support me on the field.

  Knowing she would be in that box today, did something to me. I didn’t know how to explain it.

  I set my coffee down and pulled her into my arms.

  I whispered in her ear. “You make me want to get lost right now, baby.”

  Her eyes darted to mine. “Me too,” she sighed.

  I knew we had an audience. I made a little space between us, but kept my hand on her hip. I could barely tear my body away from her. It was as if there was some kind of magnet on her that pulled me in every time I was near her. It was fucking insane.

  “I’ve got to get dressed.” The team dress code before games called for a suit. I hated wearing them, but as the QB I had the most press exposure.

  “I thought you could wear your new Sharks sweatshirt,” she spoke to Hunter. “And maybe the new jeans?”

  “Ok.”

  She looked at me. “I’ve got it covered here. We’ll see you after the game.”

  “Thanks.” I kissed her on the forehead and walked to my bedroom. Well, now it was our bedroom. I hadn’t just invited her into my bed, I had invited her into every part of my life.

  I pushed the door open when I heard her footsteps behind me.

  “I know you’ve got the game on your mind, but I wanted to ask you something.”

  “What’s going on?”

  She chewed on her bottom lip. “I was wondering what you thought about buying a Christmas tree.”

  My brow furrowed. “What?”

  She exhaled. “Christmas is a few weeks away and you don’t have any decorations here. I can bring some over from my place. But, have you thought about giving Hunter a real family Christmas? The tree, stockings, presents, cookies? All that stuff?”

  “Yeah, but I guess not enough. I’ve been preoccupied. I’ve got a game today, baby.”

  “I know. I know. And I can take care of the tree if you’ll just say it’s ok to put one up here.”

  Fuck. What kind of a hardass did she think I was? That I would deny a kid a tree? I wasn’t some kind of Grinch. I didn’t want Hunter to have the kind of thread-bare holidays I did. He deserved better.

  “We’ll go after the game. Toge
ther.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. Really. The whole damn thing. Wreaths, that stupid green stuff.”

  “Garland?” She giggled.

  “Yeah, whatever the fuck it is. Ornaments. Lights. Anything you and Hunter want.”

  She threw her arms around my neck and squealed. “Oh my God, I can’t believe you said yes to all of this.”

  “Who doesn’t like Christmas?” I shrugged.

  Truth was—I didn’t. If the Sharks played on Christmas Day it meant I could ignore the fact that all around me people were spending time together with their perfect families. Perfect presents. Perfect meals. I focused on football and nothing else.

  But this year all that was different.

  “He’s going to be so excited,” Julie said.

  My hand slid to her ass. “And what about you?”

  Her breath hitched. “Very excited.”

  “You’re killing me in this jersey. I want to do so many dirty things to you right now.”

  “You do?” Her eyes lit with desire.

  “Fuck, yes I do. I love seeing my number stamped on your tits. Everyone in that stadium needs to know you are mine, baby.” My hand roamed under the shirt, sliding to her breasts. “But I’ve got to go.”

  I couldn’t be late. I had press. Coaches meetings and then I needed to meet with the team.

  She nodded sadly. “We’ll have to celebrate after Hunter goes to bed.”

  My mouth landed on hers with a hungry kiss. She had no idea how we were going to celebrate. For the first time in my life I had everything I wanted. It was worth an epic, unforgettable celebration.

  36

  Julie

  This game was more nerve-wracking than the last one. My dad was on one side of me, Hunter on the other, and Pops paced behind us. He had the hardest time watching. Every time there was a play he looked up and then started grumbling.

  The Sharks were down by a touchdown with only six minutes left in the fourth quarter. It wasn’t looking good.

  I had successfully downed two beers, which was two beers more than I ever drank. It still didn’t take the edge off. I was a complete wreck.

  Hunter was worried too. There was a look of fear on his face. I tried to reassure him.

  “Kane’s got this. Don’t worry.”

  But I didn’t know what I was talking about.

  “He has great receivers. Nothing to worry about,” my dad piped in.

  I tried to smile, but my stomach was in knots. I wasn’t sure I wasn’t going to throw up. What did I do if they lost? How did I help him through it? Was I built to handle this kind of pressure? I was supposed to be the support system, and yet I was barely keeping it together. Hunter needed me to stay calm and Hawk was going to need me to be his rock when this was over.

  “I can’t look,” I whispered.

  My dad wrapped an arm around my shoulder. Hawk had the ball. I took a peak through my fingers just as he threw a sharp spiral into the end zone.

  We jumped up and down in the box. “Yes!”

  The game was tied, but now the ball went back to the other team. If they scored on this drive, we might not have a chance to get the ball back in time.

  Hunter was wringing his hands and his feet shuffled back and forth under his recliner. Poor thing. I wished there was something more I could do. We were all on edge. This must be what football families went through every Sunday. Winning was fun. Losing was painful.

  I don’t know how it happened but the Badgers couldn’t make it past the third down. They had to punt on fourth down and the Sharks ended up with just over a minute on the clock and the ball on the forty-yard line.

  “Come on, Kane. Come on,” Hunter coaxed. His little face was scrunched up in concentration.

  I echoed the same words. “Come on. Come on.”

  The ball was snapped. I gripped the edge of my seat. Hawk took three steps backward and then he was pummeled to the ground in a vicious tackle.

  “Oh my God.”

  He bounced up, cursing at the guy who had rushed him.

  It was now second down.

  The time was ticking off the clock and I felt a ravenous desperation in my veins. He had to do this. He had to find a way to get the ball in the end zone.

  Suddenly he had the ball in his hands. Instead of stepping back into his usual drop count, he ran forward and slid to get the first down.

  Air gushed from my lungs. I looked at the jumbotron. There were forty-five seconds left and I wasn’t sure I would survive it.

  Hawk looked calm. I saw the intensity in his eyes when the camera zoomed in on his face. He was determined and certain.

  The whistle blew for the play and Hawk handed the ball off to one of the running backs. There were only thirty seconds left when he ran seven yards.

  The Sharks called time out.

  I didn’t know how Hawk handled this. How he was made to shield himself from the pressure. But he did. He was cool and calculated out there. I bit my lip. Honestly, it was hot as hell how he commanded that team. How he led them. How he took control.

  And then somehow I let go of my worries. I knew this man more intimately than the thousands of people in the stadium. I trusted him with my body. My life. This child. I knew the game was in the hands of the man who could deliver.

  I let the calm wash over me as he moved toward the line of scrimmage.

  The ball was snapped. Hawk dropped back and the ball soared over the field. There was laser precision to his aim. It was amazing how he found a receiver in that sea of bodies. But he did. When no one else saw it. He did.

  I clapped wildly when the ball landed in his receiver’s arms in the end zone.

  “Did we win?” Hunter asked, excitedly.

  “Yes!” I jumped up and down. “We did, honey. We sure did.”

  My dad hugged me and Pops dished out high fives to all of us.

  “I knew he could do it.” Hunter grinned. “I knew it.”

  I smiled down at him. “Me too.”

  “What about this one?” Hawk held out a wobbly spruce.

  Hunter and I shook it off. “No, not that one.”

  I pulled the plaid scarf closer to me. It almost made me tingle now every time I wore it. It had a completely different memory in my fashion memory bank. Maybe we could use it again in tonight’s game celebration.

  It had started to snow lightly around DC.

  Hunter ran ahead of us. “I like this one.” He pointed to a thick Fraser fir.

  “That’s the one?” Hawk asked.

  “I think so.” I touched the needles on the tree. “It’s perfect.”

  Hawk hauled it onto his shoulder as if it weighed the same as a bag of pinecones. Was there anything this man couldn’t do? He had just taken his team to the next round of playoffs and now he was making a little boy’s dreams come true.

  “Let’s get it home.”

  We followed behind him as he carried the tree to the makeshift counter at the tree farm.

  By the time we got the tree into the loft all of us were freezing. The snow had made a blanket on the streets.

  I rushed ahead, clearing a path for the enormous tree in front of the arched window.

  Hawk rested it on the floor, adjusting the tree stand until we all agreed it was straight. He tested it a few times to make sure it wouldn’t fall.

  Hunter stood in awe. “Wow. That’s the biggest tree I’ve ever seen.”

  “It’s yours. You know that, bud?”

  The child circled the tree from one side to the other. “When we put the lights on, I bet they’ll be able to see it from the White House.”

  Hawk and I laughed. “Not quite, honey.”

  “We need a fire in here,” Hawk offered.

  “And some dinner. No one has eaten.” I started for the kitchen, while Hawk worked on the fireplace.

  Hunter grabbed a box of lights from the plastic tub of decorations I had hauled over from my house.

  I looked out on the living room.
At the boys, buried in their own projects. My heart swelled. The tears came easily.

  Hawk looked up. “You ok, baby?”

  I nodded. “Better than I’ve ever been.”

  He left the small flame that had started in the fireplace. He cupped my cheeks with his cold hands. “Good.”

  “I don’t know how all this happened.” I let him wipe one of the tears away with his thumb.

  “I think it started when you wore a pair of shorts that were too damn short.” He grabbed my ass.

  I giggled. “Ok, maybe.”

  How had a backroom bar hookup turn into this? There was more love and family in this loft than I’d ever experienced in my life. It was a Christmas card. A movie set. It was my life with Hawk and Hunter.

  Hunter stuck out his tongue, trying to untangle one of the strands of lights. I laughed harder.

  “Do you see him?”

  Hawk shook his head. “Not right now. All I see is a sexy woman that I can’t wait to spend my night with.”

  My chest seized with lust and love and something I couldn’t explain. I wanted this man in ways I couldn’t explain.

  “After we decorate the tree.” I eyed him.

  “It is a school night isn’t it?” he asked.

  “Yeah. I have to get up early.”

  We were on the other side of the kitchen island. His calloused palm found a sliver of space and slid between my skin and my panties, gripping my bottom roughly. I inhaled sharply.

  “Then I’m taking you to bed early, Jules.”

  I nodded in agreement. As long as he said the word bed, I was never going to say no. Lying skin to skin. His body moving inside mine. His lips taking mine. His hands canvassing me in heat. It was all I could think about.

  “D-dinner,” I stammered. “I have to make dinner.”

  “Right.” He removed his hand, dragging it over my skin torturously. “Hey, bud. Need some help with those lights?”

  He strolled out of the kitchen and I grabbed the island for support.

  Maybe I needed to open a window and let some of the snow inside to cool me off, because from my lips to my core that man had lit me on fire.