Fourth and Goal

by Jami Davenport

  "Not yet. I'm pretty much a do-it-in-the-bed-or-backseat kinda guy.” He slipped his hands down the back of her pants. “But hey, I'm adaptable; just don't keep me and my boy waiting too long."

  Chewing on her lower lip, she imagined screwing him right there in the parking lot. That'd be a great one for the papers. She wasn't quite that out of control, but her reservations didn't stop her from having little fun. Feeling wicked, she unbuttoned four buttons on her sweater and revealed the only sexy bra she owned. His breath caught as he watched.

  "You like that?” she teased.

  "Oh, hell yes."

  "Consider it a coming-soon preview.” Waves of excitement rippled through her. His obvious arousal dared her to throw caution and her clothes to the wind.

  "I'll be coming even sooner if we don't get to the main event."

  He lowered his head and kissed the swell of one breast, rubbing the erect peak of the other through her bra. Rachel arched her back and squeezed his shoulders. The lights of an oncoming car sliced through the darkness. Moving quickly, Derek shielded her body with his own.

  "Let's go. If your brothers saw a picture of us right now, I'd be fertilizer on the field in Jacks Stadium.” He spoke through gritted teeth. Not waiting for an answer, he opened the truck door and lifted her inside, then hurried to his side and got in. She didn't button her sweater.

  He drove down city streets, demonstrating the same speed he used when running downfield. “Are you in a hurry or something?"

  "Damn right.” He stared straight ahead, but she knew his mind wasn't on the road.

  "Why would that be?” She leaned toward him, nuzzling his neck.

  "Mmmmm. Just keep that up, and we'll pull over to the side of the road."

  "Is that a promise?” Her body hummed in anticipation of the forbidden, knowing her comment only egged him on.

  "It could be.” A muscle jerked in his jaw. His hands gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

  Rachel shivered at the husky sensuality in his voice. He clamped a hand high on her thigh and kneaded it with his strong fingers. One short inch and his hands would find paradise. Banishing her good girl side for the night, Rachel unzipped her pants and guided his hand between her legs.

  "Shit,” Derek whispered. “What are you trying to do to me?"

  "Make you horny."

  "Honey, I've been horny all night. You don't need to do anything but show up, and I'm horny."

  "I bet you say that to all the girls."

  His mouth pulled into a tight line. “Actually I don't. Not anymore. It takes more than a set of boobs and pussy to get me hot as fast as you do."

  She blinked at his bluntness. “So what's different?"

  "Hell if I know. You just do it for me. Rae, I think you're at your sexiest in faded blue jeans, a T-shirt, and no makeup. Even better naked."

  He was being sweet, but then he wanted to get in her panties. She didn't possess that kind of beauty, but it was a nice thought. His fingers massaged her as he kept his eyes glued to the road.

  "Rachel. You're killing me."

  "It'll be a slow, torturous death, but we'll die together."

  "You're going to pay for this.” His thumb rubbed lazy circles on the wet crotch of her panties.

  "I'm looking forward to it."

  "I can tell.” He slid his index finger under her panties and found the source of her wetness. Pushing her pussy lips apart, his finger slid easily inside her.

  "You've gotta pull over.” Desperation drove her to end this sweet torture.

  He pulled his finger out and added another one. She lifted her hips and pulled down her pants to give him easier access. He plunged both fingers inside her. Sweat beaded on his forehead. Lust glazed his dark eyes.

  "Find a spot. Now.” It wasn't like she could think with his fingers inside her.

  He careened around a corner. One front wheel jumped the curb.

  "Dare! Watch out!"

  "We're fine. I'm multitasking.” He jerked the wheel and steered the truck off the sidewalk.

  "Men don't multitask.” She pushed the words out with great effort, frantically looking for a dark alley or parking lot. Anything. Rachel gasped as his finger went deeper and his thumb found her clit. She pressed the back of her head against the headrest and whimpered for mercy. She wasn't getting it.

  "Then we're in trouble.” His jaw was clenched, and his gaze darted left and right for a spot.

  He'd stepped up his rhythm when she spotted it. “There. Pull in there."

  He didn't need a second invitation. He slammed on the brakes and turned into the deserted parking lot of a defunct business in a quiet industrial area. Driving to the back, Derek appeared to scan the building for signs of video cameras. Obviously satisfied, he pulled into a secluded spot between a small portable storage building and a large cedar tree.

  Then he got out. What? He couldn't get out. The truck looked like a perfectly respectable place to do it, especially with its dark tinted windows. Her inner hussy deserted her.

  Derek yanked open the passenger door.

  "Are we getting in the backseat?"

  "Nope. Too cramped. I'm too big."

  "It's starting to rain."

  "I know. We'll keep each other warm."

  "What if someone comes by?"

  "We're hidden. They won't see us. If they do, we'll see them first and get to hell back in the truck. You aren't turning coward on me, are you?"

  "I'm having second thoughts.” Boy, was she ever.

  "Oh no, you don't. You started this. You finish it.” He pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it in the backseat. His gorgeous chest rippled with hard muscles. Her fingers itched to touch him. A sliver of courage crept back. “Get naked. We don't want to get our clothes wet."

  "Are you nuts?"

  "Honey, you've tormented me too long. Now you pay."

  "I tormented you?"

  He unbuttoned the remaining buttons on her sweater and pulled it off. Then his jeans and his boxers joined his T-shirt in the backseat. The rain pelted his body. It ran down his pecs, pooled in his belly button, and dripped off the tip of his erect penis.

  "It's raining too hard."

  "Quit whining. We won't care. No one will see us back here.” He took control and let his eyes do the talking and his fingers do the walking. He tugged on her pants, easily pulling them the rest of the way off. Then he picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. A small, overgrown garden with a park bench sat under the low-hung branches of the cedar. He plopped her butt on the back of the bench, feet on the seat, knees spread apart.

  The rain ran in rivulets down his nose and chin. It soaked her hair and plastered it to her face. She shivered, and he proceeded to warm her up. She found it hard to believe he only had two hands because they were everywhere. Her bra ended up around her waist, and he pushed the wet crotch of her bikini panties to one side as his fingers resumed the job they'd started earlier.

  She'd never look at rain the same way.

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  Chapter Seventeen

  The Naked Bootleg

  Rain be damned, Rachel warmed from her core out. Heat radiated to her extremities, leaving her toasty and toasted. Their skin should've sizzled as a deluge of raindrops bounced off their bodies. Water meandered down the landscape of Derek's muscular chest.

  Showing the persistence that stood by him throughout his sports career, Derek was not deterred by rain. Instead he slid two fingers inside her and proceeded to create his own storm. Thrusting deep, he toyed with her for a few minutes, withdrawing each time she teetered on the brink of passion. She whimpered every time his fingers retreated.

  "I think it's time to go for the score, baby."

  "Hit me with your best shot, big guy.” She dug her painted nails, courtesy of Cass, into his bare, wet back. He removed his fingers. She opened her mouth to protest, but he silenced her with his lips.

 
Derek flipped her around so she sat on the back of the bench, legs dangling. Rain dripped off her chin and down her arms. She gripped the bench for balance and lifted her hips as Derek peeled her soaked panties from her body. Positioning himself between her spread thighs, he slid inside in one long, slow stroke, filling her tight hole and holding himself there for a long moment. Rachel closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. She wrapped her legs around his waist, grabbed his hands, and leaned back, driving him deeper. The wind whipped the cedar boughs over their heads. One branch slapped Derek across the cheek. He shook it off, undaunted by nature's temper tantrum.

  Holding on to her hands, he withdrew, then slid into her again. She pushed against him, arching her hips to take him deeper. He moved inside her, slow and deliberate, even though she attempted to take over the pace and speed it up. He wouldn't be hurried, but she wanted more, wanted this slow teasing to end and for him to claim her with powerful strokes. She squeezed his cock with her muscles, tightening them around him.

  "Oh fuck.” A ragged groan was wrenched from his chest. He held himself against her, pressing deep and upward.

  "Derek, please. I need you to go faster."

  Instead he withdrew, leaving her empty and needy. She whimpered in protest. Grabbing her around the waist, he flipped her onto her stomach, her body draped over the back of the park bench, facing forward. She balanced with her hands on the bench seat.

  His fingers parted her, and he entered her from behind, tormenting her with the same deliberate pace as before. Leaning over her back, he reached under her body with one hand and cupped a breast. He pinched and tugged on an erect nipple. His free hand snuck between their bodies and found her clit.

  "Harder.” She panted. “Please, faster. Give me what I need."

  "What do you need?” He rubbed the little center of her desire.

  "You know.” Her words sounded strangled to her ears.

  "Maybe I don't.” He withdrew almost completely. His big hands slid down her rain-slickened body.

  "Dare. Dammit."

  "Getting a little demanding, sweetheart. I might have to teach you a lesson."

  She didn't heed his words. Screw that. “Teach away, just give me what I need.” She gritted her teeth and gripped the bench. The storm increased with intensity as if taking its cue from their passion. His balls slapped against her crotch, the sound barely audible above the pounding of the rain. She didn't care, as long as they weren't washed away by a flood other than one of their own making.

  Derek's body tightened to the point of breaking. His control snapped. Rachel dug her fingernails into his arms, urging him on. He slammed into her, his frenzied movement a violent storm of physical activity, while the forces of nature buffeted them. Wet leaves fell from nearby trees. Rain and wind raged around them, damn decadent and crazy wild.

  Their bodies meshed together and moved in rhythm. Wild and frantic, both of them held nothing back. Derek thrust harder and harder, driving them higher and higher. Their emotions flooded their senses and ran unfettered, slicing through the rain, engulfing everything in their path. He filled her with his body and consumed her with his soul. Their bodies catapulted through the night sky. His groans and her cries of ecstasy rang into the darkness, only to be absorbed by the downpour. Her inner storm broke.

  Rachel collapsed against the bench, limp as a rag doll. Her orgasm receded, and her mind decided to rejoin her body. Floating back to earth, a melancholy feeling settled over her. Somewhere in the past few minutes, she'd soared to another dimension with a man destined to be as much of a part of her as she was a part of herself.

  Rays of light cut across the parking lot.

  "Shit.” Derek's irritation was at odds with the great sex they'd just had. Rachel lifted her head, but he grabbed her around the waist and half carried, half dragged her to the truck. Lobbing her into the seat, he jumped into the driver's side just as headlights reflected around the building and toward the back parking lot.

  Starting the truck, he slammed it into reverse, backed up, and gunned out the back exit just as a security guard car drove around the corner.

  Derek drove quickly down the wet city streets. Rachel shot glances over her shoulder several times as she scrambled to find her clothes behind the seat. Her underwear and bra were still back at the park bench.

  The guard didn't follow. Finding her coat in the dark cab, she wrapped it around her wet body and leaned her head against the headrest. Finally she took a breath.

  Shaking his head, Derek grinned at her. “That was a rush. So, where to next in our exploration of sex without a bed? We could try the Space Needle's observation deck or maybe one of Seattle Center's rides?"

  "I think I've lived dangerously enough."

  "What? This is it? Did your sense of adventure abandon you?” He'd tasted the fruit; now he wanted the entire tree.

  "My sense of adventure has become a homebody. That was close. We could have been arrested."

  "Yup. Made the morning news. The Internet. YouTube. Full color, full-page spread of you spreading those sexy legs for me."

  She shuddered at that. “I'm definitely revisiting stay-at-home sex."

  "Ah, you hardly gave exhibitionism a try.” He faked a little-boy pout.

  "I'm rethinking my wanton fantasies.” Rachel grinned at him.

  "What next then?"

  "How about we give it a try in your hot tub? Nice, safe, controlled environment."

  "I'm in."

  "From cold rain water to a warm, swirling hot tub."

  "I've been told I swirl with the best of ‘em. I'm great at mixing the right concoctions too."

  "Let's put your stir stick to the test."

  "I'll get naked to that.” He faked a toast and downed the contents of his imaginary glass, drunk on sex and something more.

  If Derek could take a moment in time and freeze it, this would be the moment. Not his Rose Bowl winning touchdown. Not an Olympic Gold. Not even a future Super Bowl win would top doing Rachel on a park bench in the pouring rain.

  Rolling over, Derek propped his head on his hand and stared out the French doors of his bedroom at the moonlight on the pond below. The warm, naked woman in bed beside him stirred slightly, then cuddled against his chest. He smiled down at her and tightened the arm around her waist. He grew hard again but needed his energy for game day. Down, boy, down. His dick was getting greedy, just like the rest of his body and soul.

  Stretching, Rachel rolled to her back, still asleep. He raised one eyebrow. Opportunity knocked. Nothing wrong with a guy copping a few cheap feels and getting an eyeful of naked flesh. He nudged the sheet down her body. Feeling a bit like a voyeur, he savored every minute of his visual vacation. Her gorgeous tits bore burns from his stubble and hickeys from where he'd marked her as his. Tight nipples stood hard and proud in the cool air. He wet his thumb with his tongue and ran it across each of his babies. Derek traced a line down her body, past her navel. He slipped his fingers into the curls that marked the boundaries of true paradise. He parted her. She was slick and wet. Ready for the taking. Damn, did he want to take.

  Shaking his head, he pulled his hand away. One more deep play in her end zone, and his dick would be on injured reserve. His boy protested, insisting it'd go the distance. His dick had game but not brains.

  She stirred again and blinked at him. The moonlight bathed her skin in an angel-like luminescence. A satisfied smile played across her face. She lifted her hand and raked her fingernails through the hair on his chest. He stifled the shudder that threatened to slide through his body. His cock begged for an instant replay.

  "Hey.” Her soft, husky voice caressed his heart, teased his carnal fantasies.

  "Hey yourself, gorgeous.” He rolled lazily onto his back, like a lion after a hard night of hunting and screwing. With a contented sigh, this lion let his lioness work her magic on the king.

  She slid on top of him. Her breasts rested on his chest. Her hard nipples tickled his ribs. An erotic vision flashed through
his mind of her spread-eagled on his bed, all four limbs tied to the four corners of the bed. Given her recent willingness to melt the ice princess and live life on the edge, he'd talk her into enacting that particular fantasy. And soon.

  But first he had a game to win.

  Derek shut his truck door and waited. Tyler screeched into the parking spot next to his and got out.

  "Hey, man. You ready for number four on Sunday Night Football?” Tyler grinned, all brash confidence as he swaggered over to his cousin. “National TV. America is gonna see that we're for real."

  "Oh yeah.” Derek grinned back. Right now he straddled the top of the world, and no one could knock him off. Confidence hummed through him, leaving no doubt they'd win this one.

  "We're gonna show the Bulls that there's a new game in town. I don't give a fuck if they're eight and zero."

  "Yeah, we're gonna kick some Bull ass."

  "No bull.” Tyler clapped him on the shoulder as they walked into the locker room together. “How'd it go with Rae last night? Did ya get some?"

  "She takes the edge off, and I need that right now."

  "Yeah. Whatever she's doing, make sure she keeps doing it.” A group of cheerleaders piled out of a small car, and Tyler paused to watch them.

  "Looking for Cass?” Derek teased.

  "Hell no. Looking for the lucky girl I'm taking home tonight."

  Derek knew Tyler's bullshit when he heard it. “She's happy, Ty. It's probably time for you to move on."

  "I have moved on. I spent the night with the Boducci twins."

  "What happened to Barbie?"

  "She took me home, and I sent her on her way. Big tits but boring. But the Boduccis. Holy shit. I had to kick them out about two thirty so I'd have enough energy for the game."

  "Hope they didn't wear you out.” Derek looked his cousin in the eye. Tyler was a lying bastard. Sadness and pain glimmered in his blue eyes before he masked it with his carefree asshole front. Shrugging, Derek followed his cousin into the building.

  "Know what? Driving here this afternoon, I heard cars honking at me. I assumed they were pissed at my driving, which happens all the time. Then I noticed some of them waving and gesturing—they weren't flipping me the bird either.” Tyler grinned and entered the back door to the stadium. Nodding to the security guard, they walked down a long hall to the locker room.