Wrapped Up: A Triple Threat Sports Romance

by Lexi Cross

  Brooke turned around and looked down at me with a hungry desire in her eyes.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Brooke

  There was no going back, no denying how much I wanted him. All the talk about taking control of our arrangement had driven his desire, making him hard for me again. He was ready to give himself to me, and I was ready to take him deep inside me again.

  As I pulled away to let him slide out of me, I turned around and took him in my hand again. I wrapped my fingers around his thick, hard shaft. I stroked him, feeling the last remnants of my juices as I slid my hand back and forth along him.

  “It’s my turn,” I told him. “I’m in control now.”

  I guided him as I put my legs on either side of his, climbing back on top of the couch and straddling him again. I pushed my hips down against his and slid him into me. I moved my legs so that I could open myself to him.

  He grabbed my waist and slid forward to the edge of the couch, giving me room to wrap my legs around his waist. I felt him all the way inside me, pressing his head all the way against my furthest wall. I rocked my hips, running his head up and down inside of me.

  With my legs gripping him firmly, he let go of my waist and ran his hands back up to my breasts, grabbing me and squeezing me again. I tilted my head back, leaning away from him, suspended in his grip over the coffee table. He thrust his hips against me, pushing himself against my walls.

  “Oh fuck, Jake,” I called out.

  I sat back up and ran my hands down the massive muscles in his arms. He was so big and strong from all those years of working out. I felt every muscle in him flexing as he fucked me. He filled me with his manhood and gave himself to me.

  “Come here.” He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my face down to his, our lips meeting. Our mouths worked against each other until our lips parted and our tongues met in the middle to wrestle each other. His kiss seemed hungry, like he wanted to consume me.

  He sucked on my bottom lip as he pulled away. I gripped his arms and bounced in his lap, stabbing myself with his cock. It felt so good to have him inside me again. I felt so free not having to hide my desire for him any longer as I rode him on the couch.

  My body jerked suddenly as I felt my pleasure growing to a quick crescendo. I pressed my hips down hard on him and rocked myself slowly over his shaft, pressing my tender, sensitive clit against the bare skin above his shaft and rubbing his head against my g-spot. My muscles clenched down on his flesh and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling myself closer to him.

  “Take me in your mouth,” I told him, guiding him to one of my nipples. I didn’t care which one. I wanted to feel his firm lips press around it. I wanted his teeth to graze my hard, sensitive skin. I wanted his tongue to flick the tip of it and come back to circle it. I wanted him to suck on me and pull my tender flesh deep into his mouth with his persuasive tongue.

  He latched onto me and started sucking my nipple deep into his mouth. Pleasure surged through my body, radiating from that one circular point out to the rest of my body. My skin trembled with desire.

  I quivered deep in my core as my muscles fluttered around him. My legs trembled against him as my ecstasy grew to a climax.

  “I’m coming, Jake. Oh fuck, baby, I’m coming for you,” I cried out. I pulled him closer to me and buried my face in his shoulder. I kissed his smooth, firm skin again and again as my climax roared through my body. I felt my orgasm erupting around him.

  My muscles gripped him and relaxed, gripped and relaxed as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through my body.

  “You feel so good right now,” he said. “Oh God, don’t stop.”

  As the roar of ecstasy subsided in my body, I pulled myself up from him, letting his still-hard, still-hungry shaft slide out of me. I took him in my hand and slid down to the floor between his knees. I pumped his shaft, running my hand up and down him.

  Then I kissed the tip of his head and listened as he took in a sharp breath. He put a hand gently behind my head to guide me as my lips parted to take his swollen, engorged head into my mouth. I slowly slid down his shaft, running my tongue along the ridge underneath as I took about half of his length in the first time.

  I could tell he was going to drive deep into my throat once I was ready to take all of him. I gripped him at the base of his cock and slid my lips down again, wrapping them tightly around his taut skin. I felt him straining in my mouth and felt his legs flexing as he grew closer to an orgasm once I started working him with my lips and tongue.

  His grip on the back of my head tightened, and he held me down as his hips pushed forward. I released him from my grip and let him drive himself into my throat, pushing my face all the way down to the base of his shaft. I could smell his manly scent mingling with the familiar scent of my sex.

  I felt his body tense. His shaft tensed in my throat.

  “Oh shit,” he called out. “Oh shit, I’m about to come, baby.”

  And then, his hot, salty juice filled my mouth, covering my tongue and running down my throat. I grabbed his hips and pulled him to me, holding him in my mouth while he filled it with his delicious flavor. I swallowed him as fast as he could empty himself.

  After the initial burst, I gripped his base again, wrapping my fingers around him as I pulled my mouth back and started sucking the rest of his juice out of his head.

  “Get it, baby,” he gasped. “Get every drop of it. Oh, Brooke, take it all.”

  Both of his hands were on the back of my head now, guiding me gently as I slid up and down his shaft, making sure I didn’t leave any of his precious juices. I pulled away, swallowing one last time as I let him slide out of my mouth. His grip on the back of my head relaxed, letting me pull completely back from him.

  I looked up at him, and our eyes met. He stared down at me with something more than just desire and gratitude in his expression. He brushed my cheek with his hand and ran his fingers along my jawline.

  I ran a finger along my bottom lip, opening my mouth to make sure I got every last bit of him.

  “Damn, baby,” he said, relaxing against the back of the couch.

  “I’m the one who should be saying damn,” I told him.

  I stood up and took his hands in mine, pulling him up from the couch to follow me upstairs.

  “We shouldn’t leave our clothes,” he said half-heartedly.

  “No, leave them,” I said playfully. “We’ll get them tomorrow.”

  I led him upstairs to our rooms. I turned to kiss him as we reached his door. He wrapped an arm around me and held me against his hard, naked body. He managed to open his door behind him and pulled me into the room with him.

  I felt him pressing between my legs, still coming down from his ecstasy. I expected him to throw me down on the bed and work himself back up again. I didn’t expect him to lie down and take me into his arms.

  I turned my back to him and pressed my body against him, feeling him pressing between my cheeks. I still wanted more of him.

  “I want to feel you inside me,” I whispered.

  “Damn, again?” he asked, laughing.

  “We don’t have to fuck. I just want you inside me,” I told him.

  Then, he kissed my shoulder and whispered something in my ear I didn’t expect to hear him say at all.

  “I didn’t think we were fucking.”

  I grabbed his arms and pulled them tighter around my body. I didn’t want to respond. I didn’t want to jinx what he’d just admitted to. I just wanted the connection I felt to stand for itself for a little while before we had to go back to staging our relationship for show.

  I found it amusing, in a way, that while we were putting on a show for the press, the owner of the team, and my father, we had a real relationship developing between us underneath it all and in spite of ourselves.

  “Don’t let go,” I told him.

  “I won’t.”

  He held me like that, in silence, for some time. His room was dimly lit by amber lights i
n the walls. It was mostly dark and peaceful, but the light was warm, comforting. I felt safe in his arms. I felt like everything was going to work out as long as we could continue doing the things no one else had any control over.

  As long as I had Jake’s arms to hold me, his sex to satisfy me and make me feel close to him, and his lips to melt away my stress, my father could plan whatever wedding he thought I needed to have. He could withhold the turnover of the company until the honeymoon. I had what I needed, what I had never realized I needed, right there in the bed with me.

  I almost wanted to tell my father where he could stick his stipulation so Jake and I could focus on letting a real relationship grow between us. Then we could announce our engagement when it was real. Then we could plan the perfect wedding, when it was real.

  Instead, I knew that once we got up from the bed, we had to face a world of expectations that surrounded us, a world where I was expected to marry to continue to grow as a professional, a world where he had to turn his reputation around to make his bosses happy.

  Neither the marriage nor the steady girl on his arm had anything to do with what either of us actually did. A steady girlfriend, fiancée, or wife didn’t win games on the field. A husband didn’t make daily decisions in the office on the top floor of the company. I began to understand why the image was important though. The girlfriend and husband did offer stability. Having Jake to absorb all of my work-related stress through sex was going to help me perform better at my job, and having me to help alleviate the physical exhaustion and tensions from the game and everything that went with it would only help relax Jake more on the field, allowing him to play better. In theory, of course.

  I didn’t know for sure if there was something to the whole thing about the appearance of stable responsibility, but I did know there was something special about having someone to back me up at the end of the day.

  Jake had my back, and when he pushed back about my father, it meant he just didn’t want to see my old man walk all over me the way he did. Unfortunately, until the wedding and until he handed the company over to me, this was his show.

  The sex was important. It was the one thing we had that was purely ours. I was grateful for the first time that he had broken the ice by getting me into bed the other night.

  I snuggled against him and closed my eyes. I listened to his breathing and the beating of his heart as we both drifted off for the night. I was pretty sure he was already asleep.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Jake

  We woke up together this time, to the light coming in through my window. I kissed the delicate shoulders in front of me and felt the thin body stir against me under the covers.

  “Good morning,” she purred as she turned her face to mine with a warm smile spread across her lips.

  “Good morning. How did you sleep?”

  I ran a hand up between her breasts and held her against me. The warmth of her body under the covers was delicious. I didn’t want to let her go.

  “Like a rock. Like a satisfied little rock,” she said, pressing her body against mine.

  I felt my desire beginning to awaken against her. If we stayed in bed any longer, I wasn’t going to be able to guarantee that I wasn’t going to take her again, but I didn’t know if that was what she wanted.

  “Good,” I told her, kissing her shoulder and running a hand up and down her arm. “I’ll be right back.” I slid away and out of the bed, heading to my bathroom, mainly to get a moment to collect myself before going in there to face Brooke, naked in my bed, waking up beside me for the first time in over a decade.

  I stopped in the doorway of my bathroom, leading back into the bedroom, and I watched as she climbed out of the bed. Her slim body was a work of art. My eyes followed the lines and curves of her feminine shape—the slopes and bends of her breasts, the slight curve of her back, the rounding of her ass, and her slim but fit legs with the slight muscular definition in them.

  There was so much more I wanted to do to her physically, but I knew it would have to wait. We had time, I reminded myself. We had an eternity expanding before us, as long as we continued to plan on our marriage.

  “See anything you like?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye as she caught me staring.

  “I see everything I like,” I told her.

  “You’re too much, Jake.” She laughed and shook her head. “I have to get ready for work.”

  “Yeah, I do, too,” I said. I was still working in the front office, making calls and arranging team member appearances for local charities in between games.

  We met in the middle of the room and embraced each other. It felt so good and comforting to have her soft body pressed against mine, to know that despite our plan to do everything for show, she was mine. She always had been.

  “See you tonight?” she asked.

  “Same time and place as last night?” I answered with a question.

  “Maybe a different room this time,” she said, scrunching up her nose.

  “I like the way you think, Brooke,” I complimented her.

  “Good. You’d better like the way I fuck even better,” she said, running her hands down my back.

  “Believe me, I do,” I told her, leaning in for a kiss.

  After we kissed and parted, she hurried downstairs to gather her clothes from the floor in front of the couch. I walked downstairs slowly to brew a cup of coffee before getting ready.

  There was something oddly liberating about standing in my kitchen naked while I waited on my coffee to brew. It only took a moment, but in that brief moment, I felt free. I felt like I owned the world, and everything I saw was under my domain. It was an amusing thought, and I laughed to myself about it as I stirred my creamer and sugar into my cup of coffee.

  As I wandered upstairs to my room, I passed by Brooke’s open door. I paused in the doorway and listened to the shower running. Her presence was comforting now. Before, when we were still trying to figure out how our relationship was going to work, it had been tense having her around, but we were finally starting to connect.

  We were finally taking ownership over what we were doing. This plan was no longer just her father’s. It belonged to us. We were going to agree to do it the way he wanted us to, but we were doing it because it was the best option for us.

  I was really starting to warm up to the idea of marrying her instead of just finding a girlfriend to keep my bosses happy. I wanted to support her and make her happy. I wanted to please her every way I could, every chance I had.

  I left her door cracked and walked away. I went back to my room to drink my coffee and prepare myself for work at my leisure. Coach didn’t really expect me in at any specific time. He barely accepted the fact that I was still coming in every day even though I really wasn’t supposed to be leaving the house, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to be getting on the field for practice any time soon.

  I didn’t know how long I was going to be down. I wasn’t even allowed to be at the games I was benched for. Doctor’s orders. I was supposed to pretty much be bed-ridden, but I wasn’t in any real pain. I was still a little sore from the way I had come down, but I was okay to walk, drive, fuck, whatever. I just wasn’t in good enough shape to practice, and once I was, I was probably going to have to do physical therapy for a couple of weeks before they let me get back to full speed.

  I hated injuries. Serious ones jeopardized careers, while minor ones were just a nuisance.

  A knock came at my door while I sat drinking my coffee. I looked up to see my blonde beauty standing in a charcoal gray suit with pants instead of a skirt.

  “I have a few important meetings today,” she said, responding to my probing eyes. “How do I look?”

  “Good enough to eat,” I answered, and I meant it. “If you were wearing a skirt, I’d probably try.”

  “Funny. You might get the opportunity later,” she said, playing along.

  “We’ll see what happens. Have a good day, Brooke,” I told her.

/>   “You, too. I’ll see you tonight.” She tapped the door again as she stepped away.

  One thing that really attracted me to her after all the years we’d spent apart and completely incommunicado was that she was so driven and so passionate about her work. She cared about every detail. She treated her father’s company like it was her own business. She aspired to be the sole owner of the company, and she was willing to do whatever she had to do in order to make that happen.

  Her drive turned me the fuck on. And it pushed me to focus on creating a football career off the field. That was what I was really trying to do back at the training facility and team headquarters. I finished my coffee and got up to start getting ready.