Erik
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About an hour into the party, Erik takes my hand and says, “Let’s get some fresh air.”
It is getting stuffy in Legend’s house because it’s packed with people and I am dressed head to toe in vinyl. He leads me out to the front porch and pulls the door behind him. I see a swing on one end and think we might go sit there, but instead, I’m totally stunned when he pulls me into his arms. He doesn’t even give me a chance to understand what is going on before he presses his mouth to mine for a very soft kiss.
Our first kiss and I wasn’t even prepared for it.
Well, not our first kiss, but this is the one that actually counts.
My hands automatically rise with the intent to go around his shoulders, but he’s already pulling away from me. He gives me a sheepish smile and says, “Sorry. I just couldn’t wait another fucking minute to kiss you.”
“Really?” I ask in a dreamy sort of voice, my head still swimming from the touch of his lips to mine.
Erik chuckles and releases his hold on me. “Really. I’ll give you a better one when I take you home tonight.”
My belly flutters over the thought and my chest squeezes over how silly and romantic Erik is being, and I don’t even think he’s really trying to be. It seems natural to him and I realize I have seriously misjudged the man when it comes to his intentions.
Something catches Erik’s attention over my shoulder and I turn toward where he’s focused, at the neighbor’s house to Legend’s right. We watch as a woman—presumably his neighbor—carries an armful of pink plastic flamingos to the end of her yard that borders Legend’s. The landscape lighting in the yard illuminates the area enough that I can see a wicked smile on her face as she proceeds to start planting the flamingos in the lawn, following the line of Legend’s driveway out to the street. It looks to me like they are still on her property but they’re so gaudy they’d be an eyesore planted a half a mile away.
“What in the hell?” Erik mutters as we watch her.
She’s a pretty woman. Short and petite with her dark hair in a pixie cut, giving her an Audrey Hepburn, Breakfast at Tiffany’s sort of vibe. She’s wearing black yoga pants and an off-the-shoulder gray T-shirt. She moves gracefully even though she’s wearing flip-flops.
After she plops in the last flamingo, she turns to admire her work and that’s when she sees us on the front porch. She lifts an index finger to her lips with a sly smile, giving us the universal sign not to say anything.
She then pivots and trots back up to her porch where she disappears inside her house.
“Are you going to tell Legend?” I ask Erik as we stare at the bright flamingos.
Erik laughs. “No need to. He’ll know who did it. He’s had a running feud with his neighbor since he moved in.”
“She’s really pretty,” I observe.
“Yup,” he agrees. “It will be interesting to see how this plays out.”
“Yup. Very interesting.”
Chapter 10
Erik
After a few hours at Legend’s party, Blue and I mutually decide to call it a night. She admitted to me that her feet were killing her in those boots and the costume was making her hot and sweaty. I’d very much like to see Blue hot and sweaty, but I’ll save it for another time.
Ultimately, I didn’t have a hard time calling it an early night for one very important reason: I know there’s going to be a lot more dates with Blue. I had an amazing time with her tonight and I want more amazing times.
This isn’t the first party I’ve brought a woman to. Just like Legend did tonight, or the way I did for the start of the season party, it’s not unusual to bring a hookup to a party. Show them a good time, let them hobnob with the famous athletes, and you know at the end of the night you’re going to get a hot thankful fuck out of it. You’ll repeat the same at a different function with a different girl.
When I’ve brought a woman to a function in the past, I don’t really hang out with her. I usually cut her loose to chat with others while I hang out with my buds. I’ll pay some attention to her every once in a while, but I’ve never been one that likes to just hang out with a woman.
Blue completely blows that way of dating out of the water. In fact, I didn’t want to be apart from her tonight. It just felt very right standing together as a couple, talking to people. Fuck…a few times she’d drift off a few feet to join a conversation and I sort of followed along like a lovesick puppy. Blue seemed neither offended nor overly gratified by my attention tonight. Instead, I’d say she felt just the same level of comfort that I did when we were holding hands or if I had my arm around her waist.
Add on to that, Blue is just a pure fucking joy to be around. She’s bright and witty and is one of those people that knows no strangers. She can talk about anything from politics to sports to crude jokes. She’s a good listener too, which makes people just want to open up to her. Several times tonight, I’d take note of the crowd around us and realize…they were gravitating to Blue. While she’s not one of those over-the-top, life-of-the-party type of people, she’s definitely a popular attraction, not only because she’s beautiful and sexy, but because she’s kind and inclusive as well.
Which means by the time I pull in front of her house, I’m so enamored with her that I really want to take her to bed. Lodge myself deep into her, hoping it will bring back all my memories of our first time together. The fact that her costume has had me fighting off an erection all night isn’t helping.
Our kiss on the front porch held so much fucking promise of the good to come, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her mouth and all the ways I can use it.
I turn the engine off and walk around to help Blue out of the car. She groans as her feet hit the sidewalk. “I should have worn tennis shoes tonight. I mean…let’s be serious. How could Catwoman truly even do superhero stuff in heels like this? It doesn’t make sense. She should be wearing a good pair of Nikes or something.”
I snort and take her by the hand, leading her slowly up the walkway. Even though she’s now practically hobbling because her feet are sore, she’s still sexy as fuck.
“I’ll make you a deal,” I tell her as we reach her front door. “Trade you a foot rub for a bottle of water before I go home.”
Her head tips back and she gives me a sweet smile. “Deal.”
The interior of Blue’s place is slightly less dreary than the exterior. Her furniture is old and looks secondhand. She doesn’t have any prints on the wall or colorful lamps. Everything looks utilitarian and affordable for a woman who has a disabled brother she’s helping to support on a single income. I’ve come to figure out Blue well enough in the past few weeks to know that she’s got incredible taste and I expected that to reflect in her home décor. Instead, what I see is a woman conserving money and not wasting it on things that aren’t necessary outside of some plants she has sitting around.
“There’s water in the fridge,” she says as she points to the tiny kitchen that sits at the rear of the house, past the living room. “I’ll be right back after I get out of this contraption.”
“Need help?” I ask jokingly and I’m shocked when she says, “Yes.”
She turns around and points to the zipper over her shoulder. “Mind just pulling that down? I can do the rest.”
“Don’t mind at all,” I say. I have no intention of doing anything with her tonight, but I’m not going to miss an opportunity to see some more of her.
Slowly, I lower the zipper and watch the black vinyl peel apart to reveal her back. I pull it all the way down to the small of her back, low enough to see the lace edge of a thong. My groin tightens but I release the zipper and give her a little nudge in the middle of her back. “There you go.”
“Thanks,” she murmurs and then about as unsexy-like as you can imagine, hobbles down a hallway and disappears, presumably into her bedroom on the left.
When she reappears, she’s wearing a pair of navy blue sweatpants and a peach T-shirt with a sports bra underneath. Her hair is pulled into a ponytail and her makeup has been washed off.
And this Blue right here is a hundred times sexier than Catwoman Blue and there’s no stopping my cock as it starts to thicken.
I ignore it, though, and point to the opposite end of the couch. “Plant your butt there. Give me your feet.”
Blue snags a bottle of water and flops on the couch. Without hesitation, she puts her feet in my lap. Her toes are painted pink and there are crisscrossed red marks across the top where the seams were cutting into her skin.
I take one foot and start on the bottom, digging my thumb into the tender flesh while Blue groans in a pleasure-pain sort of way. I grin at her as she watches me work.
“That feels amazing,” she says. “I’ve never had a foot rub before.”
I pause in my ministrations, looking at her in surprise. “You’re fucking kidding me.”
“Well, I’ve had like a pedicure before and they rub your feet, but I’ve never had a man do that to me.”
Setting the one foot down, I pick up the other and give it the same attention. “Then you haven’t known a good man before.”
“I’m thinking you might be right,” she agrees softly and my head pops up and tilts her way. She gives me a tender smile. “I misjudged you, Erik.”
I shake my head. “No. You didn’t. You knew exactly the type of guy I used to be, and while I may not be as crass these days as I was back when you and I first met, I definitely wasn’t into monogamy before we reconnected.”
“But you are now?” she asks me.
“I believe I am,” I tell her with a grin as I set her foot down. I hold my hand out to her and she takes it. I give her a hard tug and she sits upright. I tug again and she falls onto my body.
“Let’s make out,” I suggest.
She snickers but by the light in her eyes, I see she likes that idea a lot. Further proof is in the fact that she shifts and straddles one of my thighs as her hands come to my face. Closing her eyes, she dips her mouth to mine and the world just absolutely melts away.
There’s nothing else but Blue.
Lips so soft, tongue tentative and sweet. Her hair silky to the touch and her skin warm as my hand snakes up just under the edge of her T-shirt to press into her back.
Blue tilts her head, opens her mouth more and kisses me deeper. I groan and pull her tighter to me. My hand fists tighter into her hair, hampered by the hair tie somewhat but not giving a fuck. Her hips start to rotate slightly, rubbing herself along the top of my thigh. My dick gets achingly hard as Blue starts to make tiny sounds of need in the back of her throat.
I use my leverage in her hair to tilt her head the other way, and now I’m the one kissing her. My other hand slips down her back and palms an ass cheek. I squeeze and her hips shift forward, grinding her pussy on my leg again. I press against her ass, encouraging her to masturbate against me. She does it again and shudders in my arms, so I know it’s hitting her in the right spot.
Pulling on her hair, I break the kiss just enough so I can growl at her, “Get yourself off, Blue. Right here. On my leg.”
Her eyes fly open and they’re full of fire and sexual need as they stare back at me. Her lips curve up in a wicked smile of acquiescence and I pull her back down to my mouth for a hard kiss.
Blue doesn’t disappoint me or herself. She rotates her hips in circles, then alternates flexing back and forth. I clench my thigh muscle, wanting to give her as hard a surface as possible with which to stimulate herself. I slip my hand down the back of her sweatpants, finding bare skin. I squeeze and push her down on me, helping her to move faster on my leg.
Blue pants and moans as she works herself up. I have to force myself not to push my hand down further, down through the crack of her ass and to the warm wetness I know will be pooled between her legs. I’m bound and determined not to go there yet, and besides…this is hot as fuck and completely satisfying to me.
She moves faster and faster, making tiny cries of yearning into my mouth as we kiss. Then she punches her pelvis down hard onto my thigh, going still for a moment before her entire body starts quaking in silent orgasm. I hear nothing but a soft sigh of pleasure escape her lips and slither over my tongue.
Blue’s body goes limp with satiation in my arms. She lifts her head, our lips parting, and looks down at me with glazed eyes. “Never done that before either.”
I chuckle and press my lips to her briefly once more. I pull my hand out of the back of her pants and roll her body off me. She flops to her back and looks like a wet noodle lying on her couch as I stand up and hover over her a minute. Her cheeks are flushed rosy and I can see her nipples are pebbled hard, even through her sports bra.
Placing a hand on the couch cushion, I lower myself to her and brush my lips across her forehead. “Get a good night’s sleep.”
“You’re leaving?” she asks, confusion coating her expression.
“Yes,” is all I say.
Her eyes slide down my body to my cock which is thick and long under my pirate pants. “But—”
“I’ll be taking a shower when I get home. Don’t worry about me.”
The corners of Blue’s mouth curve up in a smile of amusement as well as respect. She tucks her hands behind her head as I straighten up.
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” I tell her as I back away from the couch.
“I had a great time tonight, Erik,” she tells me, and I can hear in her voice that it still surprises her.
Doesn’t surprise me, though.
“I did too,” I reply as I reach for her door.
More than a great time, I think to myself. Perhaps the best I can actually remember.
It’s in this moment that I’m pretty sure I’m a goner for Blue.
Chapter 11
Erik
There is no doubt I’ve got a problem. I can’t seem to keep my eyes off Blue as she works and I’m taking a lot of ribbing from the guys.
“For fuck’s sake, Erik,” Dax growls at me from across the table. “Pay attention to your cards.”
My eyes slide from Blue, who is currently serving Coach Perron a cup of coffee, to the cards in my hand. I pull out an eight of hearts and six of clubs, placing them facedown on the table. Dax deals me two cards to replace them. I pick them up, barely give a glance at the jack of spades and three of hearts that I gained, before I turn my attention back to Blue.
She bustles around the rear cabin of the team plane, picking up empty glasses and ensuring that everyone is taken care of. The uniforms the flight attendants are wearing today are stylish and chic. Navy blue dresses that are well fit but not overly tight. Very simple, except for the classic scarf in team colors they wear at their neck. I’ve watched Blue tug at hers at least ten times since the plane took off for Houston.
To my dismay, Blue disappears from my sight into the back galley to unload her tray of empty glasses.
I haven’t seen her since the night of the Halloween party. That was just night before last, although it seems like forever, and that must be my reason for not being able to keep my eyes off her. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the way she got herself off on my leg as we kissed.
Or the easy way we talked.
Her laugh.
That fucking Catwoman costume.
“Earth to Erik,” Dax says as he snaps his fingers in front of my eyes. “You in or out?”
“Huh?” I say stupidly as I keep my eyes on the galley for Blue to reappear.
Dax, Legend, and Bishop all start snickering and I look around the table at them. Legend shak
es his head with a knowing smirk.
“You’ve got it bad, brother,” Bishop says with a chuckle.
I toss my cards facedown and push up out of my chair. I smile down at my teammates. “A lesser man would deny that, but I’m confident enough in myself to own it. I’m out the next hand.”
The guys laugh as I retreat to the rear of the cabin and walk straight into the galley. Blue doesn’t hear me as I enter, allowing me to walk right up behind her where I do nothing more than place my mouth near her ear. “You look especially gorgeous today, Miss Gardner.”
Blue jumps slightly but continues to load empty glasses into a dishwasher that had to have been custom built to fit into this sleek, efficient kitchen, because it’s really narrow but taller than standard ones.
“You shouldn’t be back here,” she admonishes me but I can hear the playfulness in her voice.
Taking her by the arm I spin her toward me and remove a glass from her hand. After I set it on the counter, I pull her in closer to me with my hands at her waist. Her arms dangle by her side and her head tips to look up at me. She’s got her blond hair in a sleek ponytail that’s tied at the base of her neck and it makes her look younger than her twenty-six years.
I grin down at her. “Did you miss me these last couple days?”
Her lips twitch and her eyes sparkle with mischief. “Not a bit.”
“Little liar,” I reply with a chuckle. “Tell me truthfully…Have you been thinking about the way you came writhing on my leg?”
Blue sucks in a tiny amount of air and her eyes darken slightly. “A little bit,” she admits to me.
I dip my face closer to hers and give her an admission of my own. “I’ve been thinking about it too. You were spectacular.”
Her gaze cuts away from me as her cheeks turn a brighter pink. I find it absolutely fucking adorable that a compliment such as that embarrasses her.