by Violet Paige
He pulled the hair from my face. “Do you know I tried to find you after the last game?”
“You did?”
He nodded. “I ran from one end of that stadium to the other looking for you. I tried every door, every damn tunnel. And I couldn’t find you.”
“You tried to find me even though we agreed? You weren’t supposed to do that.”
“I did it anyway. And then I ran into Floyd and had to get back to the bus. But I was as surprised as you were that we were… who we are,” he finished.
“I’m not a Goddess, really. I mean I am, but it’s not my career and I didn’t want you to know.” I hung my head. “It’s not who I am.”
“Who do you want me to know?” His voice was low and deep.
“The ballerina I used to be,” I answered. I almost had tears in my eyes. I was glad it was dark and he couldn’t see me. “The girl who danced on water. The prima ballerina who had confidence and grace.”
“And you don’t think I see all those things?”
“I don’t know what you see. I don’t want you to look at me like I’m one of the Goddess dancers. That I know.”
He lifted my chin with his finger. “I don’t care what you do. It doesn’t matter to me if you dance for the Goddesses or an orchestra. I’m here tonight, you’re here tonight, and I have a room for us.” He held up the key card. “Let’s use it.”
“And get fired?” I tried to wiggle free, but he was strong. “I don’t plan on having this job much longer, but right now, it’s all I have. I can’t get fired, Sam. You are off limits. I can’t be with you.”
“But you just said you don’t want to be a Goddess. I’m fucking confused.”
I sighed. “I’m going back to the ballet. I am. But auditions aren’t until March. I have to stay with the Goddesses until then. And as long as I’m on the Warriors’ dance roster I cannot under any circumstances be seen with a Wrangler. I gave them my word. It breaks the Goddesses’ code.” I folded my arms, thinking I had made my point.
“And I can’t let you out of San Antonio without another night together, so we better figure this out right now.”
He let go of me and pulled out a chair at one of the tables. It was set for an accountants’ meeting in the morning.
“Sit,” he ordered.
I took a seat as he sat across from me.
“This is crazy. I work for the Warriors. You work for the Wranglers.”
“Darlin’, I’m aware of this situation, but I have a bigger problem and you’re the only one who can fix it.”
“What’s that?”
“Look, I don’t date during the season. I don’t go near women.”
I crossed my arms. I wasn’t sure I liked where this was going.
“But, the more I try to forget you, the more you’re in my head. That night is in my head. And I think being with you is the only way to keep my game straight.”
I felt a flare of anger. “You think I’m some kind of good luck charm?” I was louder than I meant to be.
“No. I didn’t say that. I said you’re in my head. I think I see you in the crowd and I drop the ball. I think I hear your voice and I run the wrong route. I remember that night and I block the wrong guy.”
I was quiet for a moment. “What if I told you the same thing? Not routes or blocking guys, but I’ve missed steps and routines. I called the wrong cheer and almost kicked one of the girls in the face because I went the wrong direction.”
“Then I’d say there’s only one way to get out of each other’s head.”
“And my roommate?”
He thought quickly. “Call up to the room and tell her your uncle came by to see you.”
“Uncle?” I giggled.
“Make up someone.”
I knew he was right. I had to be with him tonight. As badly as he needed to be with me. And I’d tell an endless pot of lies if that was what it took to get in his bed. No matter how wrong this was. No matter what codes I broke.
“What’s the room number?” I asked.
“402.”
“I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
He leaned over the table, brushing his lips over mine. The kiss blistered my lips and I reached for his neck, needing more. He broke away.
“See you soon.”
He walked out and I went in search of the complimentary concierge phone to call Heather.
17
Sam
I took the elevator to the fourth floor. It had taken all the restraint I had not to finish what I started in that ballroom. My cock was hard, and Natalia had awakened the beast in me. I was missing the Dean for this. But she was worth it.
I let myself into the room. I had reserved a suite for the night. It wasn’t as if I needed to impress her, but there was something in me that wanted to.
A few minutes later, I heard a knock on the door and walked over to let her in.
“Hi,” she greeted me softly.
I picked her up and carried her into the room. “Hi.” I devoured her lips with kisses while she clung to me. “Roommate taken care of?”
She nodded. “I’m out for a few hours.”
“That’s all?” I let her feet touch the floor.
She stared at me. “It has to be enough.”
I didn’t want to waste another second if we didn’t have but a few hours together. My hands landed on her zipper and I yanked until it fell to the side and I saw her breasts heaving under a bra.
I shoved the jacket over her shoulders. I kissed one and then the other. Her head reeled back and I thought of all the things I wanted to do tonight.
I peeled the pants from her legs and ran my hand over the silk that was still damp. I smiled. She had come hard for me. She shivered as I traced the sensitive spot between her legs.
“Did you like fucking my fingers?” I asked.
Her eyes widened and she licked her lips. “Yes.”
“Do you like it when I fuck you with my tongue?”
She nodded. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Do you want both?”
She stared at me, biting her lower lip. “I do.”
I grinned. I didn’t waste any more time. I was going to get her out of my head. And the only way to do that was to fuck her every way possible. I’d taste her. Bite her. Fuck her until she was screaming my name.
I ran my hands over her hips and rolled her black lace thong off over her thighs and to the floor. I dug my fingers into her skin, making my way up her sides until I had a good tug on her bra. She raised her hands in the air so I could pull it over her head.
She stood in front of me, one gloriously naked Goddess. I pulled my T-shirt off.
She walked toward me, pressing her pointed tits against my chest. I groaned as she wrapped her hands around my neck, drawing me toward her for a kiss. My cock grew hard when her tongue slipped inside my mouth, rolling and twisting with perfection.
“Fuck, Natalia,” I growled.
My hands tangled in her hair. I wanted to own and possess her. I wanted to be with her and hold her. I wanted all of her at once, but to take my time exploring her body again as if it were the first time. Every sense I had was heightened with her in my arms.
“Will you crawl on the bed for me?” I asked.
She stepped back hesitantly. I thought she was going to protest, but she positioned one hand and then the other before taking both knees to the mattress. My palms smoothed over her ass, reveling in the firmness of her skin. She wiggled slightly as my hands traveled in circles until finally, I was at my piece of paradise. And that was what it was—mine.
She lowered herself to her forearms, hiking her ass in the air for me. God, what she did for me was unbelievable. I pried her folds and she rocked back. I could see how swollen her clit was and I wanted it between my teeth more than anything. I had promised her my fingers and tongue and I wasn’t going to break that promise. I pushed one finger inside as my tongue slid between her legs. She let out a long sigh and my cock twitched.
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“Feels good?” I asked.
“God, yes.” She moved with my finger and clenched tighter every time my tongue whipped over her clit.
I sucked at her entrance before my tongue twirled inside. She sank her hips, trying to pull me inside. She offered herself to me, spreading her legs wider, lifting her hips.
She pressed forward on the mattress and I wanted to take her from behind, but I wanted to see her hover over me too. Her ass was fucking beautiful. Every part of her body was gorgeous. I rolled her nipple between my fingers and she groaned at the impact.
I licked between her legs and kissed her spine, crawling over her. I rolled on to my back.
She leaned down and kissed me, sinking her tongue deep in my mouth. I loved that she wanted to taste herself on my lips. It was hot as shit.
I shoved my pants off my hips and kicked them to the floor, freeing my cock.
“Sam,” she whispered.
“Yeah, baby?” I looked into her eyes.
“I want to ride you.”
I grinned. We were on the exact same page.
She finished. “Backward.”
My cock almost lost it then. I felt the head surge with pressure. Holy shit.
“Hold on.” I hustled to the end of the bed and fished through my jeans pockets until I found the pack of condoms I had brought with me. I broke the seal on the packet, rolled it on in record time and settled on the mattress.
“Fuck me, Natalia.”
She straddled me, facing away from me, and I pressed my erection between her legs. I watched her perfect round ass as she sank on my dick, sucking it inside her.
I groaned as she tilted her hips forward and back with a precise erotic movement.
“Fuck,” I groaned. I’d never felt like I’d come this soon. I’d always been able to hold out, but she was hitting the head of my dick at the right spot and watching her from behind like this did things to me I didn’t know were possible.
She rose up again and lowered herself over me. I couldn’t take it. It wasn’t ending like this. I lifted her off of me and maneuvered her graceful body to the pillows.
“What?” she asked.
“You’re so fucking dirty,” I growled, taking her lips with a forceful kiss. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I plunged inside her, feeling her stretch around my cock.
It didn’t matter what position we were in. Everything about her felt fucking amazing. She was hot and wet and so tight I wanted to stay buried inside her all night. I pumped in and out, kissing her, staring into her eyes, listening to the sounds of her rapid breath, threading my fingers through hers and doing it all over again. I never wanted to stop fucking her.
Never.
18
Natalia
I looked into Sam’s eyes and felt him fill me with his solid cock. I loved it. The way he made me feel. The way my body vibrated under him. The way I wanted to try new things with him. He hilted himself inside me and I parted my lips as he shoved his thumb into my mouth. I began to suck furiously, feeling the coiling start to take off inside me.
He grinned, watching me come undone. But I couldn’t stop sucking or clenching around his cock. He drove his shaft inside and I shattered, screaming his name.
“Sam! Oh God, please, please.” He scooped his arms under me and pulled me to his damp chest while I shivered from my toes with the sensations sweeping through me. He was buried deep inside me.
I realized I was the only one who came and looked at his wicked smile. We were both upright and I could ride him, sliding up and down over his cock.
“Oh, yeah,” he coaxed me.
My nipples rubbed against the solid planes of his chest and the friction was enough to make me come again. Every nerve in my body felt alive and exposed. I leaned into a slight backbend using my hands to support me when his mouth dove toward my breast. He licked and lapped at it.
“Did I tell you you have the most perfect tits?”
“No,” I moaned. I was going under again.
His teeth nipped at one and then the other. It was a delicious pain that ran a shock of electricity from my nipples to my core every time I felt his teeth.
“Did I tell you last time how much I love hearing dirty French on your sexy lips?”
I shook my head. “You mean when I say baise-moi?” I smiled wickedly.
He pulled me forward into a kiss and I moaned at the taste of his lips.
“I don’t want this to stop,” I whispered. I moved up and down, driving him wild. But I could tell he was holding back.
“It doesn’t have to.”
I pressed down on his shoulders, keeping the tip of his erection at my entrance, then sank down swiftly.
“Fuck, Natalia.” He yanked at my hair and I smiled.
“I want to make you come too. And then do it all over again.”
“We want the same thing.” He bit at my lip.
I hadn’t thought past tonight or past the few hours together, but I knew this wasn’t going to be the fix we promised each other would cure the problem we had. No, this was only feeding a hungry monster. I wanted him more. I wanted him again. I wanted him tomorrow and next week. Tonight wasn’t going to be enough. One more time would never be enough.
I wondered if we did want the same thing. Did he want more than tonight? Or was this going to be enough for him? Would he get me out of his head like he mentioned and go back to playing a game every Sunday that paid him millions of dollars? Was I the distraction or the cure?
He amazed me with his strength. His hands landed on my waist and he lifted me on to the bed. Before I could adjust myself or get my bearings, he rolled me to my stomach. He surprised me again when instead of bringing to my knees, he lifted my hips enough to slide his cock to my entrance.
I groaned when he pushed inside and I felt his lips on my ear. His fingers entwined mine and our hips moved together, pulling and pushing, grasping and clinging, until we were on the same cliff, taking the same dive into a pool of ecstasy. It fell over us like rain. Sam pinned me to the bed while he pulsed inside me with strong thrusts, and my orgasm scattered through my limbs. He sucked at my earlobe and growled with satisfaction until his breathing became normal again. He slowly rolled from my back and pulled me to his chest.
I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know if there were words.
But Sam broke the silence for me.
“I have to see you again.”
And that was when I realized we were never going to give this up.
We sat facing each other on the bed, eating a tray of room service. Sam dipped a strawberry in whipped cream and dotted it on my nipple before taking a swipe with his tongue.
“Tastes so much better on your tits,” he explained.
I swatted at him. But it felt amazing when his tongue was on my breasts.
“We’re trying to figure this out,” I reminded him.
“Right.”
I picked at a waffle on another plate and took a bite. Breakfast food in the middle of the night was the best.
“If I’m caught with you, I lose my job and am no longer on the Warriors payroll.”
“We’ve covered that.”
I looked at him. “But you don’t seem to care, since you make a million dollars and I barely make forty-thousand a year.”
“Then let me pay you.”
My eyes widened. “Like a hooker?”
“Okay, bad idea.”
“Very.”
He picked up a piece of bacon. “And you can’t get another job?”
“Can you?”
“It’s different. I’m in my dream job. And you aren’t.”
I lowered my eyes. “But I will be again. I need to make it to March when I can audition for the troupe again.”
“Darlin’, it’s October.”
“We can do this for six months, right?” I fidgeted with the waffle. I didn’t want to tell him I was financially strapped and I wasn’t going to beg my family for money. That wasn’t an
option for me. I could make it on my own dancing.
Besides, the last month had been more fun than the entire summer of training. I was starting to see why the other girls loved it so much.
“Sneak around? Pretend we’re not sleeping together?”
I nodded. “Yes, exactly that.”
He laughed. “I’d rather not. I want you when I want you, and this is fucking inconvenient.”
“It’s not going to be convenient ever.” I realized this was going to be a disaster. We couldn’t have an actual relationship.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because you’re always going to be a Wrangler. And that means practice, games, and press events.”
“So?”
“So, I’m going back to the ballet and that means performances, traveling, and practices as well. We won’t ever be in the same city. Maybe we should agree that tonight is the last time.” I felt a lump in my throat.
“Hell, no. I don’t give up that easily.”
“It’s not giving up. It’s being practical, Sam. A ballerina and a football player? This isn’t a movie. It’s not going to work. The sex might be amazing, but what do we have when the sex is over?”
He sat forward. “That’s the part we figure out together.”
I didn’t expect that answer. “What?”
He ran his finger through the bowl of whipped cream and coated my nipples. They hardened under his touch.
“Sam… this isn’t going to solve our problem.”
But my head reeled back as his lips sealed over one nipple and sucked before clamping onto the other one, licking them clean of the whipped cream.
He reached for the bowl a second time, and slathered my entire breasts. I laid back on the sheets as he licked and sucked.
“Sam,” I whimpered.
“You feel it, don’t you?” He studied my eyes.
I nodded.
My breasts were sticky from the whipped cream, but my skin glowed with anticipation for what he’d do next.
“Then we’ll figure it out,” he explained. He hovered over me and I had a hard time imagining I could tell him no. But there was no logic to this. How could we possibly work?
