by Rie Warren
Jade swayed on top of me, her skin hot and slick and slippery.
She returned the favor. Skimming her hands behind her, she dragged her palms across my chest, adding to the foam. She reached below to my haunches, husking out a laugh when I jerked against her. Slipping a soapy hand around my cock, she nestled it—hot and hard and long—against her cunt until I carved along her engorged flesh.
By the time we were clean—well beyond clean, and on our way to getting very, very dirty—I could no longer speak.
I needed Jade, desperately.
Lifting her from the tub, I kissed the beautiful features of her face—her eyelids, her cheeks, her nose, and chin, and lips. I rubbed her softly dry as she stood before me, her lips gently touching my neck, my shoulders, my chest and the Thunderbird tat. I tied a towel around my waist then lifted her in my arms.
I carried Jade downstairs—the silent want kindling between us.
In the great room, I’d stoked the fire, laid out the fur robes, lit more candles.
She slid to her feet, her body coiling to fit mine. Our lips collided, and I lowered her to the floor, the heat beside us blazing the flames higher. Moving down the length of her neck, I kissed and nibbled her skin. She was slightly moist from the bath, and she tasted divine on my tongue. Cupping her tits, I pushed them snug together for my mouth.
I sealed my lips around her nipples, sucking on them in tandem as she drove her fingers into my hair. Smiling around her curvaceous flesh, I nibbled my way down the undersides.
Her back arched.
She gasped my name, curling one long leg along my thigh, and my hip, and my side, rubbing her soft skin against me.
With a last nip to her belly, I rolled her to her stomach.
“Like that, is it?” Her low laughter dripped with pure sex appeal.
Reaching beneath her, I guided her to her knees and pressed her legs wider.
“No.” My mouth at her ear, I grunted. “Like this.”
“Mmm. Even better.” Wagging her ass, she drew in a hiss when my cock wedged between her labia.
Rising up behind her, I held her slim back in my big hands, almost able to encircle her entire waist. I swept my fingers down the sinuous curve before dipping a thumb into the crease between her gorgeous ass cheeks.
She shivered below me, an array of chills rising on her skin.
I rode the seam of her ass down to the dusky rose of her tiniest opening—something to savor for later—and divided her swollen flesh lower with the calloused pad of my thumb. Ringing the tight, taut opening of her cunt, I listened to the soft chants of her hums and moans.
Jade pressed back against my hand, and I slid a finger inside her.
I leaned back to watch. She was sweltering and wet. Pinker there and so pretty.
“You are so ready for me.” I kissed the center of her back and drew my tongue up to the nape of her neck.
“Please, Walker.” She wiggled her ass against me, providing a tension-tight tease.
Planting my hands on her cushiony rear, I positioned my cock at her entrance. Her pussy always felt like it wanted to suck me in, swallow me whole, milk all the come from my balls.
I gave her the tip of my dick, spreading her with the broad head. “This what you want?”
“More.” Stretching up on her arms, she tossed her hair back.
She pulsed right there, right where I breached her.
I gripped her until white marks appeared where my fingertips crushed into her ass, waiting, waiting . . . watching.
“Bloody hell. Fuck me, Walker!” she wailed.
I nailed her hard with all my cock and held there as she cried out.
Damn. She rippled all over my buried meat, trying to make me unload inside her already.
Staying balls deep inside, I ran my hands beneath her, from her swelling clit to her trembling belly. I palmed the globes of her tits then grasped them hard, pinching her nipples.
When she tensed and shivered and hoarsely yelled out, I began charging my cock in and out of her.
I drew Jade higher and higher. Slapping her tits. Using her ass to drive her against me. Yanking her up by her hair until her lips met mine and she bit and hissed and kissed me.
Then I got a really good grip—with one hand on her waist and the other reaching across her back to her shoulder—and rammed her back onto my hefty cock.
She moaned and swore. She shook and took and fucked back savagely.
Jade somehow lowered the base of her spine even more while lifting her shoulders up, creating the perfect arch of her body—feline, feminine, blindingly hot.
Her cunt hummed around me, vibrating in lush pulses as I hammered to her depths.
We fucked like we always did. Raw and primal, powerful as forces of nature. But with love and passion underlying every motion, every gasp, every murmured word for more and harder and just like that.
I fucked Jade all the way to the floor until she lay on top of the glossy furs. I knew the soft hairs rubbed just right on her nipples and clit because she writhed beneath me like a wanton woman. Crooking up one of her legs, I held the back of her thigh and rolled in and out of her. Her labia folded around my girth and stretched to hold the bulbous head inside with a wet kiss of her greedy flesh.
I was no less greedy.
“I can never get enough of you, mahasani.”
Lacing our fingers together, I pistoned as deep as I could, and holding. Holding. Holding her as that tightly twined force binding us together warped wide open and exploded into ether.
Like flying.
Soaring.
Being.
Alive.
Splinters of fiery sensation burst through me. I unleashed a last round of unsteady thrusts inside Jade as she clamped tighter on my cock. Liquid seed erupted from me, coalescing with her mighty climax.
With my pelvis planted against her ass, my dick deeply embedded inside her, my arms wrapped all the way around her, I rolled us to our sides.
Laughter boiled up inside of me, a smile I couldn’t contain. I grinned against Jade’s neck, biting her tender skin to kickstart her from the came-so-hard coma.
“Feisty.” She reached back and smacked my thigh.
“Horny.” I rubbed my leg over hers, pushing on her belly so she felt the hard shaft still buried inside her.
“Insatiable.”
“Always with you.” I released her long enough to withdraw, and snug her to me with her head on my shoulder.
“God, you make me feel good.” I lowered down for a soft brush of a kiss on her lips.
Twirling her fingers through my hair, she gazed at me. “And you make me . . . hungry.”
“And I’m insatiable?” Barking a laugh, I jumped up. “Know why I love you, Jade?”
“Because I can use the KA-BAR better than you?” Raising a slim black eyebrow, she lay stretched out and supine on the furs.
What a great fucking image.
“Because you got no filter, and a pretty filthy mind.” Leaning down, I planted a deep kiss on her mouth. Just a little appetizer. “And you saved me from myself.”
She captured my hand.
Bringing my knuckles to her lips, she kissed each one. “As you did me.”
Curling my hand around her neck, I dropped my lips to hers again.
Then she sassed with a half-smile. “Still hungry though.”
I rummaged in the kitchen, making a mess of things because all I could think about was her in the other room, glowing and naked and the furs and the fire.
Eventually I assembled a tray of food, grabbed a bottle of wine, and sauntered back in.
Jade sat up. Cross-legged.
Holy hell.
Another hot visual burned into my mind.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“Naked picnic.” I sat across from her, setting down the tray piled with an assortment of fruit and cheese, crusty bread and butter.
A sneaky smile curved the corner of her mouth and lit her eyes. “Wh
at are you going to eat?”
The woman pulled the tray toward her.
I glanced between her legs, smirking. “You.”
Food passed between us, fed from our hands. Wine went down easy, drunk straight from the bottle.
Jade crouched closer, and I held a slice of succulent peach toward her, just out of reach.
She snapped her teeth at the fleshy fruit, but I jerked it away, stuffing it into my mouth instead.
Her lips slanted against mine and her tongue forayed into my mouth, licking up the last of the juice.
I fed her the next section of peach with very little teasing—the temptation between us already taut and tense. She left the glistening nectar on her lips, and I swooped in to lick the dewdrop of juice from her mouth before it fell to her breasts.
Jade sat up on her knees, dangling a cherry from its stem before I snatched the purple-red fruit between my teeth. I popped the tight skin, and a burst of liquid flowed down my throat. Jade mashed her lips to mine, sucking the last of the pulp from my mouth.
With her hands on my chest, she lapped at my throat, riding a taut tendon with her tongue to the corner of my lips where I held the final section of ripe peach. With a curl of her tongue, she drew the flesh into her mouth, watching with dazzling eyes when a pearl of the fruit’s sweet syrup gushed down to my cock, standing upright and throbbing against my stomach.
I rocked my hips, swearing when the juice coursed down over the helmet of my head.
Jade crawled backward, lowered her face, and lapped her tongue over the sticky sweet trail from the root of my cock to the crown.
My head notched back.
“Mmm. Squishy.” She smacked her lips.
“Squishy, woman?” My voice husky, I grabbed my thick rigid cock.
She smiled so brightly. “Maybe I was talking about the peach?”
“Hmmph. Better be.”
She set the tray aside. It was so empty there wasn’t a single scrap of food left and it looked like we’d licked the platter clean.
“You know why I love you, Walker?”
“Not really.” I crinkled my brow.
Jade crawled into my lap, the heat of her body matching mine. “Because you believed in me. You let me in.” Bending her forehead against mine, she framed my face in both her hands. “Because deep down inside I knew you’d come for me.”
“Always.” I lowered my lips to hers. “I love you.”
She brought my hand to her heart, looking at our twined fingers. Her slim fingers laced between my darker, larger ones. The beat of her pulse echoed mine.
A tiny frown etched her brow when she flicked her dark green gaze to my eyes. “What now? What happens now?”
I’d wrestled with that very same question since she’d returned to me. The truth was we were both good at our jobs—she at the Ministry, me at T-Zone. This not-quite-honeymoon could only last so long, and there might come a time when our missions put us in opposition again.
I didn’t want to think about it just yet. We had so much more to do together.
“I could just get you pregnant to keep you out of the game.” My fingers skimmed down her body, and I settled her more closely against my hard cock.
“You could.” Jade bit into her bottom lip, flicking flirty eyes to me.
Man, my heart flipped over in my chest. I briefly wondered where my lethal assassin had gone. Until . . .
Jade bounded to her feet. “But you’d have to catch me first!”
Laughing—the both of us—we raced naked through the house. I captured her at the top of the stairs, wrangling her down the hallway to our bed.
Hours later, the soft glow of sunrise swept across the fields outside. The bedding was a rumpled mess and most of the pillows had ended up in a heap on the floor. We hadn’t slept. We’d made love, memorizing each other through every moment.
Time was precious.
We both knew that.
“Would you want that?” Jade asked, tracing the vivid ink of the Thunderbird on my chest.
“What?”
“Babies. Children. With me.”
I sucked in a quick breath, the idea alone making me think of a future. Where we could build a life that had nothing to do with death and danger.
Jade. This ranch. A home. A family.
A future that didn’t end up burned on top of a pyre or plugged full of bullet holes.
“Yeah, Jade. I’d want that.”
“Even after Kimimela and Winona?” she whispered.
“Yes.” Dragging Jade over me, I held her face between my hands. “Why do you think I brought you here? I love you. I want you. However you come, and whatever the outcome.”
“I’ve never though about myself as a mom.” Self-doubt peeked in as she ducked her head. “I’m not sure I’d be good at it.”
“Bullshit. You’re excellent at everything you do.” I tickled her sides. “Except cooking.”
“Arse.”
She settled on top of me, the quiet moment stretching.
“I don’t want to lose you again, Jade.” I tilted up her face. “Whoever we work for, or for however long . . . I’m not losing you.”
“You won’t.” Her stubborn chin jutted out.
“Does this mean I have to marry you to keep you around?”
“You could try.”
“Would you?”
“Whatever happens, with or without a ring, I’m never running from you again, Walker.”
“Good.” I hauled her beneath me. “Because I’d just hunt you down anyway.”
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Bad Boy Ballers Book I
RIE WARREN
A very quick author note
Just for the record: I’m aware of the NFL jersey number/position rule but I took artistic license to fit the story better.
Now that the business part is out of the way . . . who’s ready for some incredibly hot footballer action?
Me! Me! Me!
One
Dropped the Ball
Rafe
WORST FUCKING DEFEAT OF the season. And that was saying a goddamn lot considering we’d recently been dubbed Carolina Crushed for our epic bad streak in the NFL.
Going head to head with the Denver Devils, we’d eaten shit every quarter of the game—our helmets handed to us and turf shoved up our noses, probably even up our collective asses.
Cheers didn’t follow us off the field after our defeat of the century. Boos did. Loud hisses and ultra-clear insults as our cleats cut into the diamond-bladed turf.
End of season. Last game. Home field advantage. Yeah right.
Fuck this shit.
Marquis, Akoni, and Brooklyn jogged right in front of me as we headed toward the locker room, straight-up eating another slice of humble pie.
Luck was not on our side this season, unless it was called bad luck.
Sweat drilled down my back.
Former hardcore fans swore at us.
Where’s the love?
Hitting the locker room, I fought with my damp, dirty jersey to stretch it over my chest, pads, shoulders, and off my head. Other players got naked all around, throwing off gear, socks, jockstraps, cleats.
Towels whipped, hitting hot skin. The usual smack talk submersed what we all knew: this team was going fucking down. And not in history.
I kinda wondered about the state of my frickin’ contract. Mr. Fox—the owner of Carolina Crush—had been laid to rest two weeks ago, thanks to a massive heart attack. Possibly caused by another loss in our season-long loser-streak. Our franchise was not only leaking touchdowns and turnovers but goddamn money and financial backers by the minute.
Too goddamn bad my receivers didn’t know how to Velcro a friggin’ ball.
And my offensive tackle couldn’t stop the quarterback blitz.
I’d run first downs. Shotgunned my arm off. Made more plays than any other NFL QB, but still got fucked up the ass-chute.
Whatever.
This was still my team.
And we were in it together. Until the end. Which might potentially happen tonight.
“Hey, Rafe!” Brooklyn yelled as I stepped into the shower cubicle where hot water rained all over. “Catch this!”
I nabbed the slippery soapy bar he lobbed at me in one hand.
Velcro.
“Heads up, Marquis,” I shouted, slinging the foamy soap toward the man with the sick dreads glistening under the steaming, streaming water.
Irish Spring slipped right through his fingers.
First string wide receiver?
“Butter fingers, fucker.” I doused my hair under the shower.
“Fuck you, Macintyre.” Running his hand down to his groin, Marquis spread his huge thighs. “And you can suck my big fat hose while you at it.”
“At least you got a good grip on your baby maker.”
Hoots and hollers ranged around the crowded shower block while Marquis did the Big Dick Dance.
“I’m tellin’ Mrs. M. you be disrespectin’ the black beauty.”
“Dude. If that’s the Black Beauty, Disney needs to start rolling out deep-dicking porn.” I laughed, grabbing a bottle of Gatorade from the shelf beside me.
“Tha’s right. Don’t be messin’ with the Black Beast.” Marquis slapped his hands against his chest, squinting as water ran into his eyes.
