by Alexia Chase
She continues to slide one hand around my front and reaches between us to stroke my shaft. Motherfucker. I grab her hand and pull it away from my cock. “If we don’t stop or leave right now, I’m going to explode.”
She leans forward and raises on her tiptoes. “Find us somewhere private. I want to taste your – “
“Stop,” I groan. This woman may be more than I can take, but God, I’m going to love trying to handle her.
Her eyes blaze under the lights. “Somewhere. Now.”
“Fine.” Lord, this is crazy, but I’m not about to deny her. We could wait until we get up to the suite, but it’s apparent waiting is not in her vocabulary.
I lead her out of the dancehall and down a corridor. “Our room is in the building.”
“What fun is that?” She giggles.
“What happened to my sweet and innocent, Dani?” I glance at her as we speed walk through the lobby.
“She’s not had sex in years, and you’re hot as hell.” She trembles. “And those fingers of yours are deadly instruments.”
“God, you’re crazy.” I laugh as my chest swells. The fact she’s not had sex in a long time pleases me more than it should. I want to be the only person she loses control with. The only person she finds worthy of sharing her body with.
She tugs my hand and stops.
“What?”
“The gym.” She nods toward the darkened room to our left.
“Perfect.” I pull out the keycard for the suite and swipe it in front of the keypad.
The room is shroud in darkness, and my pulse beats erratically at the base of my neck. I’ve never had sex in a public place. Where anyone could walk in on us. It adds another layer of excitement. Not that I need more with her.
Once we’re inside, her fingers clasp the button of my pants and works it free. The sound of the zipper opening causes my cock to twitch.
Am I ready for this? When her hand fists my flesh, I groan. God, yes, I’m ready. “Your hand feels so fucking good.”
“I’ve just gotten started.” She drops to her knees and runs her tongue over the crown of my dick; and at the same time, she yanks my pants down my thighs.
Holy hell. My hands ball into fists to keep from dragging her hair out of its pins or fucking her face. As her perfect tongue flicks and laps at my precum, I have zero control.
“Yum, you taste delicious.”
My jaw tightens, and I drag in a ragged breath.
“Does that feel good?” She says saucily, and then, she sucks my cock deep in her mouth.
“Oh, fuck.” I grab her head and guide her over my shaft, no longer able to deny myself touching her. I want it all. Everything at once.
She growls over my flesh as she takes me deeper and then releases me inch by inch. I close my eyes and relish the feel of her tongue working over the veins of my erection. She flicks and teases, and then she swallows me to the back of her throat.
“Shit, stop.”
She shakes her head and bobs up and down, alternating between working her tongue over the tip of my cock and gagging over my length. Her movements are rhythmic and furious.
My balls ache, and my thighs tighten until I can’t stop the inevitable. I don’t want to stop. It’s like looking down at heaven at my feet. Her face is beautiful as she brings me to the brink. Damn it. I’m going to fall in love with this woman.
Her palm massages my balls, and I shudder. “Fuck, I’m coming.” My entire body convulses in ecstasy as she gulps down the semen from my dick. Shit. There’s no way I’m coming out of this unscathed.
She stands and licks her lips. “Now, we’re even.”
I grin and grasp her chin in between my thumb and forefinger. “No. We’re just beginning.”
Her eyes instantly go dark with desire. Yep, I’m totally in over my head.
Chapter Fifteen
Dani
Gunner whispers in his niece, Joselyn’s ear, and she giggles. Why is it that larger, muscular men are even more panty-dropping with a baby or a child in their arms?
Oops. My face heats. Not wearing any panties to lose. Gunner catches my gaze over the top of his niece’s head and winks. If he can read my mind, I’m screwed. I shiver. I would like nothing more than to get plowed by him.
Don’t be crude. What’s wrong with me? I’ve never been forward with a guy, but something about Gunner makes me lose control.
Maybe it’s his hard body, without an ounce of flab. Or, is it his killer smile? Or, this damn adorable toddler in his arms. Whatever it is, I’m afraid I’m doomed to fall in love with the man.
What happens in the morning? Do we go back to professional Gunner and Dani? Or, does he want to date me?
“Dani.” Veronica wraps her arms around my shoulder. “Tell me all about you.”
I shrug. “There isn’t much to tell.”
She gives me a pointed stare and waits. As the seconds pass, no one else from the crowd comes to save me. Here goes nothing. Can I impress his family? Not a chance. “I’m not exciting. I’m an only child.”
“Her dad is Daniel Vaughn.”
Veronica grins with wide eyes. “You’re kidding. That’s too cool.” She squeezes my shoulders and steps back. “Gunner and our dad were obsessed with your dad. Wait until I tell him.”
Shit, maybe I can impress them. Thank you, Dad.
“He’s going to flip his lid when I tell him.” Veronica twists around and looks for their father in the crowd.
Gunner hefts Joselyn into the air and tosses her to a cacophony of giggles. “You aren’t stealing my thunder. Dani’s my girlfriend.”
My heart stops in my chest and then pangs against my chest like a rabbit’s tail thumping on the ground.
Veronica slaps her hands on her hips. “Are you being for real or messing with Mom?”
He steps closer to me and kisses me on the lips. My knees go weak, and everyone else in the room disappears. Lord, he’s swoon-worthy.
When he leans back, he raises his eyebrows. “Real?”
I lick my lips. “It feels real.”
She wraps her arms around us. “Oh, you two are so darn cute.”
Joselyn places her hands on my cheeks and puckers her lips. Oh, for the love of God, this family is going to break me into pieces.
“You’re going to have to kiss her. She’ll sit like that all day. Waiting,” Gunner smirks.
I lean in and breathe in her scent. She smells like strawberries and baby lotion. Her perfect bow-shaped lips smack against mine, and then, she gives me an enormous grin. “You’re pwetty.”
“Thank you.” My eyes sting as tears threaten to explode. Being an only child, I’ve never been around kids or babies, but I’ve dreamed of being a mother. I would love a houseful of kids someday. Shit. What do I do next?
“Do you want to hold her?” Gunner shoves her toward me, and Joselyn opens her arms.
“Really? Don’t kids avoid strangers? She won’t cry, will she?” My fingers shake as I hold out my arms.
“Nah.” Veronica shakes her head. “Uncle Gunner is her favorite. If he gives you the seal of approval, she’ll accept you as part of the family.”
Joselyn is light in my arms as her pudgy fingers play with the necklace resting between my breasts. She lifts the heart pendant and studies it. “Pwetty.” Her fingers latch on to it, and she tugs.
“Joselyn.” Gunner gives her a stern look, and she drops it.
“Asshole.” Veronica rolls her eyes. “She doesn’t listen to a word I say. All Gunner has to do is give her the, ‘You aren’t behaving like an angel’ look, and she jumps like she touched a hot stove.
He puffs out his chest. “What can I say? I have a way with the ladies.”
Veronica snorts. “You’re full of shit.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to disagree with her whole-heartedly, but I bite it instead. I’m not sure he wants me to tout his abilities in front of the entire crowd.
Gunner waggles his eyebrows. “Dani?”
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nbsp; “Yes?” I swallow and shift Joselyn from one hip to the other. Wow. For a tiny thing, she’s not as light as I thought. My upper back aches, and it’s clear I need to pump up on my lifting regimen.
“Tell my sister I’m not full of shit.”
My face heats, and I freeze. “Uh…”
“Gunner, have you been holding out on me? When you left the house tonight, I got the distinct impression this was your first evening together.”
“It is.” He gives her a shit-ass grin.
“When have you had time to…” Even though she stands perfectly still, her eyes dart around the room, and then, she leans closer. “You had sex in the church?”
“No.” I cough and step backward. This is so embarrassing.
“Of course, not. I worked my magic in the car.”
“In the car? You drive a Shelby Mustang. How is that even possible?” Her forehead wrinkles as if she’s trying to work the geometry of us getting busy in the tiny backseat of his vehicle.
I slap my hands over Joselyn’s ears and glare at them. “Stop it.”
“What?” They both say unison.
“Oh, right, you don’t have siblings. It’s our quest to embarrass each other.” Gunner leans toward Veronica and whispers, “My fingers did the talking.”
“Shit.” I shudder and wish there was somewhere I could go to get away from this conversation, but I don’t know another soul in the building.
“I see. Impressive.” She presses her lips together and nods. “Good to see you haven’t lost your mojo during your self-imposed exile.”
“Not at all.” He grabs Joselyn from my arms and plops her on his sister’s hip. “But that’s nothing compared to what Dani did in the hotel gym.”
“For the love of God, shut up.” I clasp my hand over his mouth. My entire body heats until it feels like I’m suffering from a hot flash.
“Oh, do tell.” She kisses her daughter on the cheek and waits.
“She gives awesome hea – “ The rest of the word is lost as I clasp my hand tighter over his lips.
There’s only one way to shut him up. I drop my arm and smash my lips against his. His arms wrap around me, and he pulls me against his hard body.
Every nerve in my body is instantly on high alert. My nipples tighten and press against the demi cups of my silk bra.
When his fingers press into my back, I moan and lay my hands on his chest. His heart beats erratically under my fingertips.
“Well, shit. It looks like we’re dismissed, baby girl. We get the whole place to ourselves tonight. You want to jump on Uncle Gunner’s bed?”
“Yes,” she squeals.
Is this for real? Am I going to spend the night with him in a hotel suite? Holy guacamole. This is beyond crazy. When he picked me up tonight, I expected the evening to be strained. I would moon over him, and he would play the game until the ceremony was over, and then, he’d quickly deposit me back at home.
His mouth leaves mine, and he nuzzles my jawline until he reaches my ear. “I want to make love to you.”
I throw my arms around his neck and hold on. I’m about to pass out and faceplant on the marble floor. My fingers shake. “Don’t make me wait.” My voice sounds whiney and demanding. Shit. I was hoping for husky and sexy.
“Let’s go before someone else interrupts us.” Thankfully, he’s as turned on as I am and doesn’t care that I sound needy.
He pulls back and laces his fingers through mine. Holy cow. I’m about to have sex with the hottest man in the city. Me. Dani Vaughn. Ms. Masculine and Boring with Gunner fucking Sinclair.
Chapter Sixteen
Gunner
The second the door clicks, I close my eyes and inhale. I need one moment to get my bearings. I’ve had sex with several women in my life. However, with each passing year, my seriousness toward becoming a precision athlete grew stronger, and my interactions with the opposite sex went down exponentially. I’ve never been willing to risk my career for a woman.
Dani worries her bottom lip, and all uncertainty disappears. She’s someone I can envision being with long-term. Someone who will understand my priorities. More importantly, she ignites a passion in me. A passion I can’t ignore.
“Come here.” I raise my hand and motion with my index finger for her to close the distance between us.
“Are you sure?” Her eyes are huge and filled with what I assume to be apprehension. Like she’s afraid I’m going to turn her down and tell her to leave. Not even possible.
“Yes, I’m sure.” One side of my mouth curves. “I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you.”
“When was that?” Her brow wrinkles as she places her hands on my chest.
“The first day of training camp.”
“Shit.” Her head tips downward.
“You were so cute.”
She growls and rolls her eyes. “I assume you’re referring to me tripping over the reporter’s microphone cord and landing on my ass.”
“Quite gracefully.” I chuckle and run my hands down her back. When I reach the body part in question, I massage her flesh with my fingers and grind her soft belly against my swollen erection.
Her breath hitches in her throat, and her eyes darken in response to our closeness. I fight the urge to skip the conversation and destroy her. I want to appear civilized and in control – even though I’m not.
I’ve never had this visceral of a reaction to another woman. She’s like a force that’s weaving its way through my body – taking root in all areas.
“I guess if bruising my thigh from the hard ground is all it took to get your attention, I’m glad I wasn’t watching where I was going.” She laces her fingers through my hair. “Well, I was paying attention, but not to the cord.”
“What were you watching?” My jaw tightens. If she says one of the other players, I’m going to snap.
“You.” She grins and stands on her tiptoes. “Who else would I be looking at? You were the sexist man in the tent.”
“Good,” I growl and claim her mouth.
That’s all the conversation I can handle. I need to touch her. To taste her. To explore every inch of this amazing contradiction of a woman. At work, she’s all business. There is nothing feminine about her. But in my arms, she’s pure woman. Soft curves. Silken skin.
I clasp the hem of her skirt and rip it up her thighs. The concept of delicate is completely lost on me. She moans into my mouth, and my entire body zips with adrenaline. It’s a better high than any football game I’ve ever participated in.
My heart races as my fingers follow the curves of her belly and down into the soft curls of her sex. She whimpers and spreads her thighs in anticipation. Her eager response makes me feel like a king.
“Do you want my touch?” I grind out against her plump lips.
“Yes, please.” Her eyes fill with tears. “Don’t make me beg.”
“Sweetheart, you’ll never have to beg for anything.” I stare into her gaze as I slip my finger between her folds and rub over her tight clit.
Her mouth drops open, and she moans with each movement. I don’t break eye contact. I need to see her desire. To know she feels it as strongly as I do.
She’s beautiful. I slip my index finger between her swollen lips and dive inside her slick pussy. She bites her bottom lip and shudders as her pelvis grinds against my palm. The ease in which she accepts me and responds to my touch is intoxicating. But it’s not enough.
I add another finger and plunge into her hot depths. Our eyes are still glued to each other. They say people can’t hold eye contact for over five seconds without it getting awkward, but neither of us waiver.
It’s like riding a roller coaster. The one where you go all the way to the top and then freefall down to the bottom. She makes my heart dive to the floor, and then Bungee jump back into my chest.
I drop to my knees, and the holy grail is within my reach. She smells like vanilla and sex. It’s a heady combination. Does she taste as sweet as she looks? My t
ongue flicks over her clit, and she jumps.
“God, Gunner, yes,” she pants.
Fuck. She makes me feel like a God. I swipe my tongue over her swollen lips and feast on her wetness. With each thrust of my tongue, she moans her appreciation. As she clutches my shoulders, she spreads her legs wider to give me better access.
I need to please her, but at the same time, I want to drive her as wild as she does me. My fingers skate along her thighs, dancing over the goosebumps as they pop over her flesh. But, I’m careful not to touch anywhere else.
“Gunner,” she growls.
“Shit.” I chuckle and stand. “I said I wouldn’t make you beg, and here I am seconds later, breaking my promise.”
“Asshole.” She smacks at me halfheartedly. Her hand lands against my chest but doesn’t hurt.
I scoop her up and carry her to the sofa. I would carry her to the bed, but I can’t wait that long. After I deposit her on the cushions, I grasp my belt and weave it out of the fastening.
Her dainty fingers join mine as we work together to remove the barrier between us. The reality of what we’re about to do weighs on my chest like a ton of bricks. By making love to Dani, I break all the rules I’ve imposed over the last several years. But I couldn’t back out now if the fire alarm went off, and fire department came to evacuate us.
Chapter Seventeen
Dani
As Gunner’s suit jacket falls to the floor with a soft thud, I ogle his chest. Even though it’s still completely covered, my fingers itch to explore his abs.
His fingers work with precision over the buttons of his shirt, unfastening them one at a time, and I’m mesmerized as each inch of skin is exposed. Wow. His chest and abs are even better in person than I anticipated.
I grab his unfastened pants and drag them down his thick thighs as he kicks off his shoes.
“Wait.” He digs his hand into his back pocket and pulls out a condom. Once he has the package out, he drops his pants to the ground, and his cock bounces into freedom.
I take all of him in at once – he’s perfection. This is a bad idea. I’m not even in his league. He should be with a runway model, not a first-year team trainer. I’m a nobody.
