“I’ll take a glass of red.”
Alfonso starts to leave when I grab his arm. “He’ll need something as well.”
He turns his annoyed stare at Jake. “What do you want?”
Jake raises a brow in question before giving in. “I’ll take a Bud Light, that is if you’re allowed to serve alcohol being fifteen and all.”
I watch with astonishment as Alfonso huffs and walks away.
“I didn’t know you had your own fan club?”
“I don’t know why, but I happen to be one of Rosa’s favorite customers. She’s convinced I need to settle down and pop out babies. When over two years have passed and I’m not any closer to getting married, I guess she’s decided to take things into her own hands.”
“By offering her teenage grandson?” he questions with a gleam of humor in his eyes.
“I think it sounds normal in her own head,” I add before Alfonso returns with our drinks. We manage to order without any more fanfare from my teenage admirer.
“So tell me, Lacey, how did a hothead like you end up best friends with a sweet woman like Jordan Taylor?”
My anger immediately spikes. “I speak my mind so that makes me a hothead? A lot of people claim they want the truth, but when faced with it, they get angry.” I take a deep breath, a little surprised at my reaction. I don’t owe him anything, much less an explanation. I don’t need to defend myself to a man I won’t see again after tonight.
“I think only a hothead would be pissed about being called a hothead.” His lip twitches as he fights a smile. Clearly, he finds amusement in seeing me riled up. Luckily, before I have the chance to say anything else, our dinner is served. After I take a bite of the lasagna, I groan in pleasure. Due to my lack of funds, I don’t eat here as often as I’d like.
When I glance at Jake, I find him staring at me. His untamed eyes are locked on my mouth. The way he’s looking at me, like he’d rather have me for dinner, rapidly sends a different kind of hunger through my body.
He boldly stares at me. “Eat so we can get the hell out of here.”
I nod, and the two of us make quick work of finishing our meal. Before I know it, we’re in another cab driving to the hotel.
Physically, I’m ready for whatever this man has to offer, but emotionally, I’m exhausted. Spending the last day and a half in court without a break was unnerving. Thankfully, tomorrow I’m only expected in the office. I might spend most of the day filing and doing shit jobs, but I’ll be left alone for the most part.
“We’re here,” he says as we pull up to an average looking Hilton. I grab my bag, but he quickly takes it from me and walks to the counter. “I have a reservation for Girard.”
The woman behind the counter is rather attractive, and I wouldn’t guess her to be much older than myself. As she types away on her keyboard, her eyes slowly take in Jake, but they don’t linger for long before she hands him the key card. “We have you set up in room twenty-five ten. The elevators are at the end of the hall.”
“Great. Thank you.” He grabs my hand, still carrying my bag, and walks to the elevator.
“I think it’s safe to say that woman didn’t recognize you. I told you, there were bound to be people in this city who don’t know who you are.”
“Is that so?” he teases as the elevator door closes.
I reach around him and push the button for our floor. “I’m sure that woman appreciated what she saw, but I doubt she has your poster on her wall at home.”
He tilts his head back and laughs. “I’ll have to overnight one and leave it at the counter before I check out.”
I fight back a smile as his laughter fades away. He cages me into the corner of the elevator with a dominate stare.
“How about you, Lacey? Do I need to order you one, too?”
“Yeah, sure. I’ll take a poster. That way when I get pissed, I’ll have something to throw darts at.”
He doesn’t crack a smile. “Tonight. You’re mine, and I plan to consume every inch of you.”
My mouth drops open, but in my lust-driven state, I can’t form a word.
“I’m going to fuck you senseless, because when tomorrow arrives…”
I nod, already knowing where this is going. “This is over,” I add for him.
Instead of agreeing with me, he pulls on my hair, tilting my head back before he captures my mouth with his. His tongue urgently moves against mine as his hand works on unbuttoning my shirt. My hand moves to the bulge in his pants as the elevator door opens.
“Fuck,” he pants.
“Yes, I think that’s exactly what we should do.”
He tugs on my hand and we quickly make our way down the hall.
Seconds later, he has me pushed against the wall of our room with my legs wrapped around his waist. His lips suck on the side of my neck while I grind my core against his dick.
“I want you. I want you now,” I gasp.
He turns and tosses me onto the bed. “Take your clothes off. Slowly.”
My body stills when I hear his demand, but I want him too much to argue. I finish unbuttoning my shirt, slide it off my arms, and then lift my hips and wiggle out of my skirt.
“Keep going.” His brown eyes lock on my breasts when I unclasp and remove my bra. Slowly, I slide my panties down my legs, finally leaving me naked before his greedy eyes. “Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, almost to himself.
My body feels like it’s on fire as he continues to stare at me. “Are you going to join me?”
“Lie back,” he demands as he takes a step closer. I sink down onto the bed. Seconds later, he starts to run his hand up the inside of my thigh. We both groan when he slides a finger against my soaking wet core.
“Please,” I beg as his mouth lightly brushes over my clit.
“Is this what you want?” he questions before he sucks my clit between his lips, devouring it like it’s his favorite piece of candy.
“Yes,” I pant as I grip his hair.
He takes his sweet time fucking me with his mouth, torturing me in the best possible way. I tilt my hips, meeting his thrust, until I finally explode.
My heart feels like it’s about to beat out of my chest when I let go of his hair. “That was exactly what I needed,” I mumble as he sits back on his heels.
“I hope you don’t think you’re done?” His eyes dance with humor as he stands up and makes quick work of removing his clothing. My eyes naturally go to his dick when he removes his boxer briefs.
“I can’t wait to sink inside you.” He strokes himself with one hand, holding a condom with the other.
“Then get your ass over here.” I sit up and take the foil package out of his hand before ripping it open. He grins, then moans while I roll the protection down his long shaft.
Without a word, he lifts my leg and rubs his cock up and down my wet slit before finally pushing inside.
“Oh,” I cry out in pleasure as he quickly finds a relentless rhythm.
“Goddamn you feel so good,” he growls. The sound is guttural, his movement feral.
I push upward, matching him thrust for thrust. My sex tightens, my nipples harden, and it’s not long before another orgasm is ripped from my body.
“Oh fuck. You feel…I can…shit,” he rambles before he roars out his own release.
He drops his head onto my chest, and without thinking, I start stroking his hair.
“That feels nice.”
A coy smile lingers on my face as he finally slides out of me. Instead of getting up and taking care of the condom, he drops his head down onto the pillow next to me.
I roll to my side, wondering what I should or shouldn’t say. This is the part I suck at—the awkward silence in the aftermath makes me skittish. Our bodies are satisfied, we got what we came for, but I foolishly told him I’d stay the night. “Maybe I should go…” I trail off, careful not to say the wrong thing.
“Fucking hell. I’m in the downward slope remember? You’ve got to give me ten minutes, t
hen I’ll fuck you against the wall, or in the shower, or any place your dirty mind can come up with.”
I watch as he pushes himself off the bed and shamelessly walks his naked ass to the bathroom. I hear the toilet flush, then he’s back with a damp washcloth. Before I have the chance to say anything, he gently wipes the warm rag between my legs. Instantly, I feel flutters in my stomach.
Stop it, Lacey. Don’t even go there.
“I shoved a sleeve of condoms in my jacket pocket on my way to the courthouse. We can most definitely fuck like rabbits tonight.”
“At some point, I’ll need to sleep. I don’t have court tomorrow, but I still have to be at the office all day.” Thankfully, Caleb is in court all day tomorrow because he’d fish around until I cracked and told him about how I caved like a cheap whore and slept with Mr. Football God himself—twice.
“I’ll give you the chance to sleep, but don’t act surprised when I wake you several times with my dick deep inside you.”
“Seriously? Is this normal for you?”
He tilts his head and shrugs. “What can I say? When my dick is around you, it seems to get hard.”
I shake my head, not believing him for a minute. “I think maybe you need to look into a program for sex addicts. I’m sure there’s something out there where nymphomaniacs can get help.”
“I love sex. What is there not to enjoy about it? That doesn’t mean I can’t keep it in my pants when I want to. It just so happens, when you’re around, I’m rock fucking hard.” He grabs my hand and moves it down to his dick, which is more than ready for another round.
“I guess I can always sleep later.” I chuckle before lowering my head and taking him deep into my mouth.
I allowed my damn hormones to agree to this, now it’s time to at least give my body what it desperately wants. One final night with a football god who happens to be a pro on and off the field.
8
Jake
My eyes start to open when I hear an awful buzzing noise. I glance down, and using the stream of light coming from the bathroom, see a blanket of dark hair sprawled across my chest. My body is wrung the fuck out, leaving me confused about my surroundings—that is, until I hear her sexy as fuck voice moan, “Is it really five thirty already?”
“Why in the hell do you have to be up this early?” Without even thinking about what I’m doing, my hand glides up and down her back, caressing her soft skin.
Her breathing starts to even out, almost like she’s fallen back asleep.
I can’t figure out what it is about this woman. I’ve lost count how many times I’ve sunk inside her, and after each time, my desire to have her again heightens.
“I need to get up.” Her tone almost sounds mournful, and I’d like to think it’s because, like me, she’s not ready for our night to officially end. “Thank God Caleb’s in court today, or he’d never let me live this down.”
Her comment causes me to frown. “If you don’t want him to know, then don’t tell him.”
Lacey pushes up and off the bed, gifting me the view of her gorgeous body. “If I showed up with an overnight bag at work, he’d bug me until I told him.”
“Then run by your apartment first.” I don’t necessarily like that she wants to pretend last night didn’t happen. But at the same time, I didn’t stop to consider how it would look to her coworkers if she showed up with an overnight bag where she works.
“I don’t have time. It normally takes me twenty minutes on the subway from my own stop. I’m looking at probably thirty from here.”
“You take the subway to work every day? Why not a cab?”
“Jake you’ve seen my apartment. Does it look like I have the money to blow on daily cab fees?”
“I don’t know, I guess not.”
She grabs her bag and walks into the bathroom. Seconds later, I hear the shower turn on. I know she doesn’t have much time before she has to leave. In normal circumstances, I would’ve been long gone before morning arrived, but right now, even with a very sated dick, I don’t want her to leave without having her one last time.
I grab a condom off the bedside table and step into the bathroom. The shower door is clear glass, allowing me the chance to watch her. Her head is tilted back as the steamy water runs down her hair and between her shoulder blades.
My dick goes hard within seconds, something I wasn’t sure would happen after last night.
Lacey jumps when I open the shower door. “What are you doing?”
Instead of answering, I hold up the condom.
Her eyes sparkle with humor. “I’m sure I’ll regret saying this, but I’m impressed.”
“It seems like my dick enjoys impressing you.”
I open the wrapper and quickly roll the condom on. I know she doesn’t have long, so I wrap my arms around her waist and lift her up before sinking into her.
Her head tilts back against the shower wall as I thrust in and out. My body and mind are completely in this moment. Never in my life have I wanted a woman with the same desire Lacey pulls from me.
“Yes, Jake. Harder.”
“Say my name again,” I plead as I continue to feast on her body. “Say it. Say my name.”
Lacey digs her heels into my ass as she arches her back off the wall, but when she says my name, I feel her pussy tighten on my dick.
“Jake. Jake. Oh, God, Jake.” Her breasts swell as her breathing escalates until finally, she rides out her release.
My hips start moving in a frenzy, needing to fall over the edge with her, and moments later, with my eyes locked with hers, the sound of my own climax thunders through the room.
I slip out of her core and slowly lower her back down. A surge of pride forms when I see a look of satisfaction on her face.
“Now I really need to hurry.” Her voice sounded serious, but she gives me a soft smile.
“I’d tell you I’m sorry, but it would be a lie.”
“No, it’s fine. That was fine.”
“I think it was a little more than fine myself. If you weren’t happy with the outcome, I’d be more than willing to finish off the rest of those condoms until you’re willing to agree I’m the best you’ve ever had.”
Her lips press into a firm line as she cocks one eyebrow.
“Hey, it was only a suggestion.” I laugh, but she just shakes her head and goes back to showering. Since I’m already wet and in the water, we end up taking turns washing up. By the time she turns off the spray, my dick is already springing to life again.
“Oh, no you don’t. I really have to go, or I’ll be late.”
“Let me give you money for a cab, it’s the least I can do.”
Lacey stops buttoning her shirt and turns her almost dangerous stare on me. “I’m not a whore, Jake. I don’t need or want your money.”
Holy shit. My heart starts to race. “No, that’s not what I meant. Not at all.”
In a huff, she starts tossing the clothing she wore yesterday into her bag. “I have a good job; I make decent money,” she mumbles.
“I know you do,” I say, but she doesn’t acknowledge my comment.
“I don’t need a handout. Maybe that’s what you’re used to? Women fucking you then expecting you to shell out something afterward?”
Her remark hits close to home, but instead of agreeing with her, I shake my head. “I don’t want you to be late for work. Especially because of me. That’s the only reason I offered.”
Her stormy expression softens slightly, but not by much. “I’m fine taking the subway.” She immediately goes back to packing her things, leaving me standing here feeling like a jerk.
Deep down, I know I’m an asshole, or at least I can be, but this is one moment when I didn’t intend to act like one.
Lacey breezes in and out of the bathroom until she’s finally dressed and ready to leave. She starts to walk toward the door before she turns around and looks me directly in the eyes. For a brief moment, I think the last ten minutes have been long forgotten—u
ntil she opens her mouth.
“Thanks, Girard.”
Girard. Not Jake. Hearing her talk to me like my teammates do feels wrong. However, before I have the chance to reply, she steps out of the door without looking back.
I checked out of the hotel less than thirty minutes after Lacey left and went back to Chase’s empty apartment, debating my next move. Plain and simple, Lacey should be out of my system by now, but she’s not. I don’t have time in my life for a woman, especially one like Lacey Davis. I’m positive that woman would give any man a serious run for his money. A knot starts to form in the pit of my stomach when I think about her with another man. She’s not mine. What she does when we’re not together shouldn’t matter…yet it does.
I ponder the possibilities of a way to continue our arrangement—possibly long-distance fuck buddies. An agreement where she doesn’t fuck anyone else. But it dawns on me how little I’d actually see her.
That won’t work. I just need to camp out in New York until I’ve officially fucked her out of my system. Hopefully, that won’t take much longer, then I can return to San Diego for a few months. It’d be nice to spend more time with Bridgett and Mom before I have to report to training camp.
In the meantime, I’ll get a membership at that damn gym Chase likes. I need to keep my body in tip-top shape, and it looks like I’m about to have time during the day to kill.
I snap out of my thoughts when I hear my phone ring. I slide the bar open after I see my agent’s name.
“Yo, what’s up?”
“Just checking in with one of my favorite clients.”
I huff. “I better be your number one client.” I know without seeing him that he just rolled his eyes.
“Of course, Girard,” he says soothingly. “Look, I wanted to talk to you about this contract. Steel isn’t liking the numbers we’re giving him.”
“What the hell?” Frank Steel, the Cardinals owner, isn’t one for big contracts. I’ve gone with the flow since I was traded to his team, but I’m done. I need to look out for myself. “I caught over eighty passes for well over a thousand yards with ten touchdowns, and that was during an overall shitty season. I’m their fucking go-to man.”
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