“Sure you can.” I brushed my lips over her shoulder. “You won’t be alone, baby. I’ll be right there with you, telling you what you want to hear.”
She glared at me before pushing against my shoulder. “You’re real good at that, aren’t you? Telling me what I want to hear.”
“I didn’t mean it like that.” I sighed, rolling onto my back as I stared at the ceiling. I knew I had to bite the bullet and go first. I couldn’t expect her to. It wasn’t fair. “I loved you, Olivia. You were it for me.”
“So you’ve said.”
Her voice sounded far away and I glanced over to see she’d rolled on her side, giving me her back. “I was obsessed with you after we broke up.” I knew that word, obsession, had a negative connotation but there was no other word to accurately describe it. “I thought about you all the time. I was dying to call you, text you, email you. Something. Anything. Just to make contact with you.”
Those days were dark and lonely. Football and my teammates were the only things that got me through. Even my family didn’t know how bad off I was. I couldn’t tell my mother. She was a single parent, doing the best she could to scrape together enough money to send my kid brother to college. She didn’t need to hear that her oldest son was losing his grip.
“Why didn’t you?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder. “I just assumed you didn’t care.”
“I’m a selfish sonofabitch. I knew if I reached out to you it’d be all over. I’d beg you to come back to me.” Like a pussy-whipped punk. And for her that’s what I would have been. “I’d break down and tell you the truth. That I couldn’t live without you.”
She rolled onto her back with a heavy sigh. “You don’t know how much I want to believe you.”
I didn’t expect it to be easy. Olivia had always made me work for it. It took me three months to get a date with her. Two dates to hold her hand. Three dates to get a first kiss. Three months to take her virginity. And four months to hear those three sweet words that fueled all my dreams from that point forward. And it was worth every second of it.
“I know it’s not easy,” I said, rolling onto my side as I leaned in to kiss her shoulder. “We don’t even know each other anymore.” It was hard to believe I was saying that, lying in bed, naked, with the woman I’d never stopped loving. I felt like I still knew her intimately.
“Tell me something I don’t know about you,” she said, smoothing the cotton sheet over her breasts.
I pretended to consider it before I said, “I love classic rock.”
She rolled her eyes. “I know that.”
“And my favorite breakfast is pancakes with strawberries and whip cream.”
She looked adorably annoyed when she said, “Again, I know that.”
“Hmm.” I bit my lip. “My favorite color is black, which I know you’ll say isn’t really a color.” I glanced at her torn underwear lying on the floor. “Yet you wore it for me tonight.”
“I did not wear it for you!” she said, sounding indignant. “I happen to like black. It’s a good color on me.”
“It sure as hell is,” I said, leaning over to kiss the swell of her full breasts. She was hiding them beneath the soft cotton sheet now, but I hadn’t forgotten how sensitive they were or how good they felt in my palm or tasted on my tongue.
“What am I going to do with you?” she asked, inhaling.
“I’ve got a few ideas,” I said, slipping my hand beneath the sheet. “I’ve got plans for you too.”
She gasped as I nudged her legs apart with my hand. “Is that so?”
“Oh yeah.” I ran a finger through her slick slit, smiling with satisfaction when she arched into my hand. “Let me make you come again.” Like there was ever any doubt I would. When we were together she would sometimes complain sex with me hurt a little in the beginning, so I wanted to make sure she was ready before I entered her. I wanted tonight to be about her pleasure. No pain.
“Okay.” She sunk her teeth into her lower lip as she pushed the sheet aside, exposing herself. She looked drunk, but I knew the alcohol had worn off a long time ago. This was pure lust.
My pace was quick, my objective obvious. Get her off fast and hard. Make her ready to take me.
“Feels incredible,” she said, her breath short.
Her breasts were bouncing with my hands’ jerking movement as I thrust two fingers in and out of her in a maddening rhythm. I pretended to be in control, but I was so far past the point of no return it wasn’t funny. If she bailed on me now I’d get down on my knees and beg, if that’s what it took. This woman owned me. She just didn’t know it yet.
“Come for me, baby. Coat my fingers.” I lowered my head and rolled my tongue around her nipple, circling it before drawing it into my mouth.
“Oh, that’s....” She lifted her hips, closing her thighs tight around my hand. “Landon. I…”
I didn’t let up. I kept fingering her hard and fast. I didn’t want to give her a chance to stop and think. I just wanted her to jump on top of me and start riding until she got off again.
“Straddle me, baby.” My mouth moved from her gorgeous tits to her neck as my fingers slowed. “I know how much you love to ride me.”
She growled as she braced her hands on my chest and climbed on top. “I do love this,” she said, licking her lips. “God, I’m still throbbing. I swear I could come again just looking at you.” She curled her hands around my bulging biceps. “So damn sexy. You make other men look like boys, you know that.”
I got paid nine million dollars a year to dominate other men on the football field. I didn’t need anyone to tell me I was stronger, more powerful than most men, but it sure as hell felt good to hear those words from her sweet lips.
“Condom?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
I’d give up my Ferrari to go bareback with her again, like we had before, when she’d been on the pill and we’d been naïve enough to believe that was enough. “In the drawer.”
“You were pretty confident, weren’t you?” She leaned over me and I pushed her tits together, licking both of her nipples in tandem. “If it weren’t me, would it have been someone else?” She threw her head back while I continued tasting her. “If I’d rejected you, would you have punished me by bringing some other bitch up to your room tonight and doing this to her?”
“Are you serious?” I asked, grabbing the condom and rolling it on. “You think I get this hard for anyone else?” My dick was standing at attention, begging for some much needed Olivia love. He remembered how good it felt and so did I.
When she didn’t answer I grabbed her hips and watched her slowly lower herself on my engorged shaft. She fit like a velvet glove and stretching her hurt so good. I held my breath as she remained still, her eyes closed as she got used to my size. I was willing to bet she hadn’t been with many guys my size. I wasn’t being an arrogant ass. Facts were facts. Pro ballers were bigger than the average Joe.
“Feel good?” I asked, afraid I was hurting her.
“It’s been a while for me,” she admitted, looking heartbreakingly vulnerable. “I just need a minute.”
“Take all the time you need, baby,” I whispered huskily, relishing that bit of intel. I loved that sex still meant something to her and she still didn’t take random guys to bed just to scratch an itch. It meant that tonight mattered to her. I still mattered to her. “I’m not going anywhere.”
When she finally started moving, her pace was so agonizingly slow and sensual, I couldn’t resist the urge to rub her clit with the pad of my thumb.
“My God,” she said, throwing her head back as she did an impressive backbend, exposing herself to me. “Is your goal tonight to wring as many orgasms as you can from me? To get me so addicted to you that I can’t let you go?”
“Sounds like a plan, doesn’t it?” That’s what I wanted. To be her substance of choice. The bad habit she couldn’t break until she didn’t want to anymore.
I watched my shaft disappear inside of her as sh
e rose higher, lowering herself slowly, all the while absorbing the shock waves of friction as I circled her clit. “You’re so wet for me.”
“So. Turned. On.”
Her voice was broken, her breath fragmented, but that was nothing compared to the wild look in her eyes. She’d never looked sexier and I’d never wanted her more. One thing was for sure. This woman was mine. Rings on our fingers. Sharing a last name. Baby in her belly. Mine.
Chapter Five
Olivia
He was wrecking me. And I loved it. I rode him hard. He kissed me slow. He was drugging me with his body, getting me drunk on his taste, fucking me into submission. And making me fall in love with him all over again. I felt like I was going under. Drowning. But if someone had thrown me a life preserver I didn’t think I’d take it, ‘cause I never wanted this feeling to end.
I’d lost the battle. He’d won the war. Protecting myself didn’t seem to matter as much as getting off the way only this man could.
He drew me close, my chest against his, our hearts thumping wildly. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” he whispered, dragging his lips across my jaw to my ear.
His words made me shudder, like he’d somehow flipped a switch that reduced me to a melting pot of arousal. The only thing I cared about was the physical sensations tearing through me, driving me crazy as he took me places I’d never, ever been.
Just when I thought I couldn’t get any hotter, he poured more gas on the flame with a few dirty words or grinding his hips into mine, reminding me that he knew my body intuitively, just like he always had.
His big hands were hard and calloused but his touch was gentle. I loved that this powerful man could be demanding, yet gentle at the same time. But only with me. On the field he was a wrecking ball. With the press he was a smug jerk. With other women I suspected he was cold, even distant. But with me he was open and vulnerable and that was just about the sexiest thing I’d ever witnessed. Except for his joystick. That deserved a class all its own.
“Come for me, baby.”
He’d already drawn countless orgasms from me. Yet he wanted more. And while my brain said impossible, my body said totally do-able because he eased me back, gripping my hips and manipulating my vajayjay like a puppet master.
“I can’t…” But I knew I could. It was just so much, too much, and I felt like my head and heart might explode simultaneously if I demanded any more from them tonight.
“Sure, you can.” His grin was salacious and I cursed the gods who’d made this man so irresistible. There was no justice in a world that made a man rich, hot, athletic… and a heartbreaker.
His hands drifted from my hips to the girls. He made them stand up and salute him, before his fingers found their way south. Yeah, right there.
My head fell back on a soft moan as I rocked against him shamelessly, ready to beg for another release. I squeezed my eyes shut so tight I should have been concerned about the spots dancing behind my lids but I was already too far gone to care whether I was stroking out. If I had to die, this would be one hell of a way to go.
“Fuck, Landon.”
“You do it better than anybody.”
I might have laughed at that if my body hadn’t been ready to freefall. I clenched him hard, making him groan as he held me still while I gushed all over him. He’d somehow found that elusive G-stop no other man had been able to find before and there was no other word to describe my reaction. I gushed. It may not have been sexy, but damn, did it feel good.
My heart was still beating in the danger zone when his hard body tensed and his grip on my hips intensified. “I can’t hold out any longer, baby.”
He’d already been a champ. Most of the men I’d been with were one and done. Seven minutes tops. But Landon had a way of extending the pleasure until you swore your body couldn’t take any more.
I waited for him to stop pulsing inside of me ‘cause I was a greedy bitch and didn’t want to jump off until I was sure the pleasure train had come to a full stop.
“If I run into the washroom,” he said, when I rolled off. “To, uh, take care of this, can I count on you to be here when I get out?”
I couldn’t blame him for being concerned, given my attitude when I’d walked in the room. “That depends,” I said, stifling a yawn.
“On?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“Is your work here done?”
He eyed my naked body and for the first time ever I wasn’t self-conscious. I didn’t question whether my hips were too full or if my breasts were perky enough. I didn’t wonder whether he’d spotted some cellulite or a faded scar. Because when he looked at me I felt beautiful and desirable and that alone made me want to stay.
“I’m just getting warmed up.”
He leaned in to kiss me and I couldn’t suppress the satisfied little sigh that slipped through my lips as I wrapped one arm around his neck, pulling him closer.
“Thank you,” he whispered, curling his hand around my cheek.
I chuckled. “I feel like I should be thanking you. That was one hell of a performance.”
Looking serious, he said, “That wasn’t a performance, Olivia. Everything I say and do with you is real.”
Because it was getting a little too intense and I needed a minute to catch my breath, I said, “Get your sexy ass in that bathroom ‘cause I don’t relish the idea of sleeping on wet sheets.”
His face lit up as though I’d just given him an unexpected gift. “Then you plan to spend the night with me?”
I glanced at the digital alarm clock on the bedside table. “Only a few hours ‘til morning, right? What could it hurt?” That was the million dollar question. How many different ways could he find to hurt me if I let him?
“Awesome,” he said, kissing me again. “Be right back.”
I watched his sculpted ass as he walked away, wondering how many hours a week he had to sweat it out in the gym and on the field to get a body like that. Me? I found excuses to skip my half hour a day on the treadmill, so while I could appreciate his dedication I knew I’d never share it.
I scampered across the room buck naked to get my phone. Just like I suspected, there was a text from my sister over an hour ago. She said she’d gone out for a coffee with Justin, but she was waiting for a full report on what happened with Landon and if I didn’t respond she was going to kick his door in demanding answers.
I ran back to his warm, rumpled bed and dove under the duvet as I typed my response.
I am so weak. I hate myself.
It took her about thirty seconds to respond. Shut up! You slept with him?
‘Fraid so.
I swore I wouldn’t, but I reasoned I was only human. And orgasm deprived. I did what any single red-blooded woman would have done if she’d been locked in a room with a hot, pro baller. I took one for the team.
And? Was it good?
I laughed, wondering if there was a word to accurately describe it. If there was I hadn’t learned it yet.
Uh, yeah.
As good as you remember?
Better!
You are so screwed.
Tell me about it.
I heard him flush and turn the faucet on so I knew I had to leave my sister hanging.
I’ll give you the detes later. Gotta go.
Are you coming home tonight?
It’s not like I could lie, since my sister and I shared a house.
Don’t think so.
Are you crazy? You can’t spend the night with him!
Pretty sure I can.
Before she could list all the reasons it was a bad idea to park my stilettos under his bed all night, I turned the phone off and set it on the nightstand just as he was coming out of the bathroom.
He eyed the device with suspicion before climbing into bed. “Was that your friend checking on you?”
“No, it was my sister.” When he tried to pull me against his chest, I pulled back, looking him in the eye. “Why? You have a problem with Justin?
”
He grunted as he rested one hand behind his head.
While I was pissed at his attitude I had to admit there was just something about bulging biceps that did it for me. I didn’t like my guys swimmer lean or cover model skinny. I liked them big and buff with muscle where muscle should be.
“What does that mean?”
“What do you want me to say, Olivia?” he asked, looking irritated. “You fucked the guy. Now he’s your best friend and business partner? I’m sorry, but I don’t see how that can work.”
“Well, it does work,” I said, tired of having to justify my relationship with Justin. Every boyfriend I’d ever been with had a problem believing I was just friends with my ex, but I’d always made sure they knew my relationship with Justin was not up for debate. He was my rock.
“I’m not gonna say what you want to hear, that I’m fine with it, ‘cause I’m not.”
Landon had always been jealous and possessive, so I wasn’t surprised he had a problem with Justin. But since this was a one-time thing, I didn’t have to take his feelings into consideration.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asked, grabbing my wrist when I threw the covers off and climbed out of bed.
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m leaving.”
“I thought you were gonna stay.”
“I changed my mind.” My sister was right. Spending the night with him was a bad idea.
I scrambled to find my clothes before he could convince me to change my mind. My panties were torn to shreds so I shoved them in the trash bin with disgust before pulling my dress on.
“Olivia, wait.” He grabbed my hips, turning me to face him. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I know I can’t just walk back into your life and start passing judgement about the people you spend time with.”
“Damn right you can’t,” I said, stabbing my finger into his pec. I was pretty sure it hurt me more than it hurt him, but I wouldn’t let him see that. “Especially since he was the one to piece me back together after you tore me apart.” I hadn’t planned to be so raw tonight, to reveal so much, but his attitude triggered my fight and flight response. I wanted to fight with him, then flee. At least I’d have said my piece, given him something to hopefully think about long after I was gone.
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