It’s time to go home and jumpstart the season I know I have inside of me. And hell, if it takes fucking half the women in Denver to get London Jacobs out of my head?
So be it.
And I decide right there that I’m done with this girl. I’m done with the games and the back and forth and all that crap.
Over it.
The knock on my door has me jerking my head up to of my own stormy thoughts. I frown, wondering what the hell Randy forgot.
The knock comes again, and I shake the cobwebs and emotions from my face as I walk over.
“Alright, alright, I’m coming, I’m coming!”
I yank the door open.
“What the fuck did you forget-”
I freeze.
It’s not Randy.
It’s London.
London with a fire in her eyes and a flush on her cheeks.
Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips as she looks right up into my eyes, her shoulders heaving like she’s just run up to the tenth floor.
“This,” she says quietly. “I forgot this.”
And then she’s leaning up on the tips of her toes, yanking me down by the collar of my t-shirt, and kissing me.
And literally everything I was just thinking blows away.
29
London
No regrets.
No thinking it through, no analyzing the situation and the outcomes and all the reasons why this is a bad idea.
This is just me and the man who makes me feel things I’ve never felt before.
Wicked, filthy, dirty things.
And I just want more.
This time it’s me who pushes him back, my lips locked to his and a fistful of the neck of his t-shirt in my hands as I push him back into his condo and kick the door shut behind me.
There are no words, because we both crash together like we’ve been thinking of nothing else since the last time.
We move into the kitchen, his tongue seeking mine and my hands pushing and pulling at his shirt to tear it off of him. Fingertips slide up his grooved abs, my pulse thudding with desire to feel and taste every inch of his body.
I shove him back against the kitchen counter, stepping back with my eyes locked on his as I yank my blouse up and over my head and toss it aside. His eyes drink me in with a raw hunger as his hands move to his belt, tugging it off and unzipping his fly as I let my bra fall to the ground.
He’s pushing at his jeans, but I’m back on him, my hands sliding over that delicious skin as my lips kiss down his chest. My hands push his away, fingertips teasing over the waist of his boxer briefs as I shove his pants down. I lean up and kiss him hungrily, letting our tongues dance together before I slowly drop to my knees in front of him.
Hooking my fingers into the waist of his tight black boxer briefs, I slowly pull them down his muscled, grooved hips. My eyes follow the trail of hair down from his navel until suddenly he springs out.
I moan.
His cock is thick and pulsing, jutting out from his muscled abdomen, and before I know it, I’m leaning forward, opening my lips, and sucking him inside.
Holden groans, his hands sliding down to gently tangle in my hair. I swirl my tongue around his thick head, teasing at the satin and steel feel of him and loving the way he moans and the way his hands tighten in my hair. I hollow my cheeks, sucking him inside as my hands reach up to his thighs and grab at his hips. I moan around his thick shaft, sucking at him and listening to his low growls and moans.
I reach around and let my hands cup that perfectly sculpted ass, pulling him deeper inside as he hisses in pleasure.
This doesn’t need analyzing. This doesn’t need a goddamn spreadsheet.
This is just pure need and pure desire, and this time, I’m not going to overthink it.
Holden reaches down, his hands cupping my jaw as he gasps. He slowly pulls me from his wet and throbbing cock.
“Keep that up, sugar, and I’m going to lose it.”
I grin wickedly at him, pushing his hands away and bobbing back down on his cock as he hisses.
“Well maybe I want you to lose it.”
Holden growls.
“Not before I’m done with you.”
I gasp as he reaches down and easily picks me up as if I weighed nothing at all. He scoops me up in his muscled arms, and I throw mine around his neck, kissing him eagerly as my legs wrap around his waist. I can feel him, pulsing thick and ready between my legs, and I whimper into his mouth as I feel his strong hands lift me up and center me above his cock.
I shudder as I feel his head graze across my clit.
“Please,” I pant into his lips, rocking my hips in a vain attempt to feeling him push inside.
Holden grins.
“I think I like hearing you ask nicely,” he growls, biting at my bottom lip. His hands cup my ass, and he rocks his hips up as his hands move me slowly up and down.
Fuck, yes.
He’s not pushing inside like I want him to, but instead, he’s letting his thick shaft slide between my lips, his head bumping over my clit on every teasing stroke.
“You’re teasing me,” I pant into his lips, my fingers sliding into his hair as our mouths crash together.
“Then you better beg me harder,” he husks.
“Please,” I gasp again, my head spinning as his cock slowly grinds up and down against my pussy. I go to kiss him, but he only grins as he pulls back just shy of my lips, just as he bumps the head of his cock against my clit.
I whimper.
“Gonna have to do better than that, sugar,” he breathes into my lips.
“Please fuck me,” I pant out, rolling my hips against his as he stands there with his arms effortlessly holding me up.
He lifts me until the head of his cock lodges right against my slick opening.
“I’m not sure I caught that,” he growls with a smug grin on his face.
I groan, my blood roaring in my ears and my body aching for him.
“You are such a cocky prick.”
“And you love it.”
We lock eyes as time just stops for one half-second.
“Fuck me,” I whisper.
And this time, he does.
We both cry out as he pulls me down onto his length, sheathing himself in one thrust. My fingers claw at the back of his head, my mouth going slack as I moan in pleasure.
Holden’s powerful hands grip my ass firmly, and he starts to slide me up and down, right there in the middle of the kitchen. He’s growling as he pumps me up and down, the muscles of his arms and shoulders rippling as he fills me again and again.
I’m panting into his ear, my breasts pressed against his iron chest and my nipples dragging across his hot skin. My ankles lock around his waist as his hands grip me tight as he slides my dripping pussy up and down his cock.
We’re moving then, me still clinging to him like a rag doll as he carries me into the living room. He slowly sits back into his couch, never pulling out of me as he settles me perched on his lap.
I rake my teeth across my bottom lip as I settle myself down, tracing my fingers down his chest and locking my eyes with his. Slowly, I raise myself up, feeling him slowly slide out of me, before I drop back down. I groan at the fullness, feeling him pulse deep inside me.
I smile wickedly as I grab his hands and put them above his head this time. He grins at me, cocking a brow and just nodding as he lets me hold his hands there. I start bucking up and down on him, rolling my hips and riding his cock as I just let myself go.
I can feel every inch of him stroke inside, my clit rubbing deliciously against his shaft on each stroke as our moans collide. I drop my mouth to his, and bury my cries in his lips as his tongue eagerly finds mine.
We start to move faster and faster, me riding him up and down and him raising his hips to meet mine on every thrust. Holden slips his hands from mine, one going to my hip and the other trailing down my soft belly to where we join. He leans forward and wraps his lips around a pu
ckered, rosy nipple as his fingers find my clit and start to stroke.
It’s all too much.
It’s everything, and all consuming. It’s him demanding my orgasm, and he’s going to get it.
I’m still whimpering when he brings his mouth away from my breast and lays back into the couch, his hands still on me and his eyes drinking me in as I ride him.
“Now be a good girl and come for me.”
I moan, my whole body shivering as I start to slide towards that edge.
Holden growls.
“You like when I call you that.”
It’s a fact, not a question. I nod, my eyes half-closed and a small whimper dripping from my lips.
“Or what if I call you my bad girl.”
Oh fuck.
I can feel myself start to fall - feel my body begin to shatter and blur at the edges.
Holden suddenly sits up, his hand on my hip rocking me back and forth on his thick shaft as his fingers rub circles over my clit.
“Now be a bad girl and come all over my cock,” he growls into my ear. “I want to feel that pussy come for me.”
And that’s it.
I shatter.
The whole world goes dim as the orgasm rips through my body, screaming from my lips as I explode. Holden’s hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise as he growls ferociously into my ear as he erupts inside of me.
It’s just a blur then as I feel his arms go around me and bring me into his chest. I’m still shaking, and gasping for air, and trying to see straight as his fingers trace up and down my back and his lips find mine.
30
London
We’re not done after the couch. Or after the shower, where he takes me up against the wall with his lips on my ear and his fingers teasing my clit.
Actually, we’re not done after the bed either, where he drags it out - turning me into a quivering, whimpering puddle before we crash together one last time.
After that, we sleep like the dead.
It’s light out when I wake up in his bed, nestled in his arms. And for a moment, there’s a flashback to that time back at the hotel in Denver - the time I told myself this was a one-time thing, and to just enjoy it for the moment before it was done and just a memory.
Yeah, so much for that idea.
Here in his bed, he feels warm. He doesn’t feel like a scandal, or a conflict of interest, or a breach of contract.
He just feels right.
One of his arms lazily slides over me as he grunts in his sleep. The stubble of his chin rasps against my shoulder as he draws me close.
I can feel his cock, half-hard against my ass, and I close my eyes as I ease back into it, feeling him pulse a little against me.
God, who am I?
It’s like he’s awoken some sort of sex goddess within me - apparently one with an insatiable appetite for him, because here I am after going three rounds last night and I still want more.
And I want it now.
I bite my lip as I reach back, my fingers circling around his cock. I stroke him softly, my pulse pounding in my ears as I feel him start to get harder and harder against me.
Feeling the thrill pulse through me, I reach down between my legs with my other hand.
I’m so wet.
My finger slides easily between my lips, slipping through my slick heat and finding my clit. I rub myself slowly as I stroke him, until he’s throbbing hard in hand.
And he’s still asleep.
I shift in his arms, feeling my heart jump up in my throat as I arch my back and push my hips back. I use my fingers to spread myself, easing back until I can feel his head nestled against my pussy.
I slowly push back.
Oh, fuck.
I close my eyes in sweet bliss as I slowly push back, taking a half inch at a time as I hold in the moan.
There’s something hot about the fact that he’s still sleeping. Something so wicked and dirty thinking about him waking with his cock already inside me.
Somehow, I don’t think he’ll be complaining.
I only make it another inch though before I suddenly feel him shift behind me. There’s a grunt and then suddenly, his arms are tightening around me as his lips move against my ear.
“Jesus Christ, you’re insatiable.”
“Sorry,” I pant, finally letting the moan out.
“Don’t be.”
He rocks his hips forward, and I cry out as he buries the last of his cock inside of me.
We start to move slowly, both of us on our sides as he slowly pumps in and out of my slick heat. His fingers move between my legs, rolling over my clit as he slowly rocks in time with my body, pumping in and out of me.
Suddenly, he’s rolling us over.
I moan as I find myself on my stomach with him on top of me, his weight on his arms on either side of me. He slides one hand down my spine and then pulls my ass back and up, my face still in the sheets as I feel him ease his cock into me again.
He starts to fuck me like that, pumping deep and slowly. He’s hovering above me like that with both hands on either side of my shoulders - taking me, claiming me. I reach back with my hands, whimpering and playing with my clit as he pushes me further and further towards that edge.
He rights himself into a kneeling position behind me as he starts to move faster. His hands grab my ass, holding me tight in his hands as he pumps in and out in perfect rhythm as I start to fall.
My fingers dance over my clit as I feel myself start to slide, and when he growls and grabs my hips as he pumps in deep, I lose it completely.
I come, crashing, gasping, and clawing at the sheets as I feel him throb as he empties his cum deep inside of me.
We collapse onto the bed.
“I’m not going to survive you,” he groans.
I giggle, rolling on top of him and kissing him.
“Just trying to keep you here.”
He smirks.
“Oh, right, it’s all for the team is it?”
“Oh, totally. Why on earth else would I be sleeping with you,” I say with a grin, watching the corners of his mouth curl up.
“Just going that extra mile, huh?”
“Oh, always.”
He perks a brow up. “So is this this how you keep all your players?”
I punch his arm as he laughs.
“No, actually,” I say, needling him with my finger as he laughs and kisses me. “Dick.”
He wags his brows. “Hey, you know where to find it.”
My cheeks go red. After having him take me every which way four times over the last ten hours or so, here I am blushing at one dirty comment of his.
“Okay,” I sit up, letting my eyes trail over his impeccable body.
“I need coffee.”
He groans. “Absolutely.”
He starts to sit up, but I push him back into the bed as I lean down to peck his cheek.
“Sit tight, I’ll make it.”
Holden laughs as I slip from his bed.
“Okay now this is service. That’s it, I’m yours.”
I roll my eyes. “Right, cause fucking you four times wasn’t enough?”
He grins.
“Gotta have my coffee.”
I roll my eyes again as I pad nude through his condo, a huge grin across my face.
And that smile stays there through grinding the beans, filling the filter, and setting the water. It’s still there as I listen to the burbling of the coffee streaming down into the pot, all the way until I glance over at the big butcher-block kitchen island.
The one covered in paperwork.
I frown as I step towards it, knowing I’m being nosey, but also knowing when I see a sports-related legal contract when I see one.
And suddenly, the smile drops from my lips as my heart sinks.
“Dissolution of Contract and Forfeiture of Dues and Earnings”
I don’t have to read the one next to it with the Rattlesnakes logo on the top to know exactly what’s going on h
ere.
That asshole.
That fucking asshole.
My clothes are still strewn across the kitchen from last night, and I quickly put them on, my head reeling and my heart sinking through the floor.
This was a mistake.
All of it.
This was me thinking with my heart and going with “feelings” instead of just doing what I do best and sticking to the hard numbers. And the numbers say getting mixed up with Holden Cade was exactly the big mistake I could have told myself it’d be.
And yet I fell right into it.
Fine, let him leave.
I don’t say word as I slam the door to his apartment shut behind me.
31
Holden
After a week, I get the message.
Believe me, I get it.
A week after she storms out of my place, and a week after ignoring phone calls, texts, and even me being a total douche and knocking on her fucking office door, the message is pretty fucking clear.
She’s pissed. I mean, of course she’s pissed, after bending over backwards to get me to sign, only to have me go ahead and look into skipping out. Hell, I only had Randy get those papers together because I was curious. But “just curious” still meant they were sitting out on my kitchen counter for London to walk right into.
And the weird thing is, I’ve never felt bad about a girl leaving. In fact, it’s usually a good thing when one does. Hell, it’s usually exactly how I want things like this to end. Because the girl walking out leaves me feeling like the good guy, even if I’m the one that drove her away.
Guys are fucking weird, what can I say.
Except I don’t feel good right now.
In fact, I don’t actually know what to feel right now.
* * *
“So, how’s Texas, you big asshole.”
I hoot out a laugh as I pant, sucking in air after stopping mid-run to pick up the phone call from Max.
“Fucking hot.”
“You wearing cowboy hats and going line-dancing yet? Carrying a gun around in your pickup truck?”
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