Ballers with Benefits (Double Play Series Book 3)

by Nicole Rodrigues

  I crawl up to the top, leaning against the headboard, crossing my legs, my red bottom heels clicking together at my ankles.

  I kept my glasses on instead of opting for my contacts and I know I look so goddamned sexy that he is going to faint.

  He has awoken such a self confident beast in me, and I smile, thinking about how mere months ago I would cringe at doing something like this.

  I hear the front door open and a small commotion before it shuts and then silence.

  “Angel!” I hear Damon yell.

  He laughs and I furrow my brows. His voice sounds goofy, not like the possessive tone I was prepared for.

  I hear his heavy footsteps ascending up the stairs and lean back further in the bed. The knob on his bedroom door jiggles and then the door slams open, Damon stumbling inside.

  “Damon what the hell?” I say sitting up in the bed.

  “Holy fuck,” he says looking up at me, his mouth hanging open. “I said naked but my God this is such a sight. Oh angel, you have no idea what you do to me, do you?” he slurs.

  “Damon are you drunk?”

  “On you, yes ma’am.”

  “Your attempt at a southern drawl is adorable,” I smirk.

  “Wah thanks darlin’.”

  He smiles, a smile so wide his eyes are slits and I laugh at his antics as he dances his way towards the bed.

  “Mi Bella,” he says in an attempt at an Italian accent.

  “You're all sorts of goofy tonight, ain't ya.”

  I laugh as he gets to the bed and cups my cheek, kissing me softly. I taste the vodka on his lips and shake my head.

  “Lay down, you’re drunk.”

  I push him softly on the bed and he grabs my waist, pulling me on top of him.

  “I almost fell tonight Bella,” he says his hands pushing my hair behind my ear, playing with the strands.

  “What do you mean?” I ask, my defenses climbing.

  We aren’t a couple, but it would kill me if he did anything with another woman. Flashbacks of Connor’s infidelity invade my brain. This would be worse, so much worse.

  “I wouldn’t dream of hurting you, but we went out, the team and I. Liquor and women, I would have succumbed back then, I would have said fuck it and done something stupid. Tonight though, it was you. That small pull I felt towards being that guy was nothing compared to the pull you have on me angel.”

  “Damon…”

  “I’m so drawn to you Bells. I swore I would never do this.”

  “Do what?” I ask, hope lacing my words.

  “Give myself to someone again. Brynn never got all of me, but you Bella, you are getting all of me and I can’t walk away from you, no matter how hard I try to.”

  “Then don’t,” I whisper. “Don’t walk away from me.”

  “I don’t know how to do this Bella. What I had with Brynn was different than this.”

  “I know what you mean. What I had with Connor was different than this too.”

  “Maybe that’s it then. Let’s just do, Bella. We don’t need to define what this is because it’s just us, wanting each other, wanting to be with each other and I don’t even fucking know what to call this. It’s an addiction. I’m addicted to you Bella. I crave your touch, your laugh, your smell, your voice, every single thing about you. I can’t quit it.”

  “So let’s just keep doin’ this and if one of us kicks this addiction we’ll let it go, we’ll let each other go.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you Bella.”

  “I’m already too far in Damon, I’ll get hurt either way if this ends. I want more of it while I can get it, I ain't ready to let you go.”

  “What if this doesn't end? What if it keeps going forever?”

  “Damon don't make any declarations when you're drunk,” I whisper cupping his stubble.

  He closes his eyes and sucks in a long breath.

  “God you’re so fucking incredible. This body Bella, this beautiful body. You know what my favorite part is?”

  “My ass?” I smirk.

  “This,” he says putting his hand over my breast.

  “My tits?” I laugh.

  “Your heart angel, your beautiful, unconditional heart.”

  He whispers the words and his eyes close. I hear his breathing even out and a small snore escapes past his lips. I smile and push his hair off his face, kissing him softly. I pull the blanket up over his body, getting in to bed next to him, wrapping my arm around his stomach, the sound of his breathing and his vulnerable words luring me to sleep.

  ---

  I open my eyes as I feel a warm wetness on the inside of my thigh. I roll to my back and smile down at the devil between my legs.

  “Mmmm...mornin’ sloppy,” I say smiling.

  “Sloppy, huh?” Damon says, licking up the inside of my thigh.

  “How much did you have to drink last night?”

  “Honestly? Only a couple of shots. I haven’t really drank like that in a while. I think last time was with you, so I guess I was a little weak last night.”

  His fingers inch inside of my panties and I grab his wrists.

  “Do not rip these!” I warn.

  Damon lifts his hands in surrender, and I let go of him while laying my head back on the pillows as he leans back towards my center.

  I feel his fingers fist my panties and I close my eyes, reveling in his touch I have missed for so damn long.

  Rrrrrripppp!

  I open my eyes and shoot up in bed.

  “Damon! What did I just-”

  “I’ve waited three weeks for this body to be in my bed Bella Gavinwood. I am a crazed man and cannot be held accountable for my actions.”

  “But I said not to-”

  “Did you forget who is in charge in here in those three weeks we’ve been apart?” he asks, his finger tracing my hard nipple through my bra.

  I bite my lip as he pinches the pebble between his fingers.

  “I...no I didn’t, I just-”

  “You just want to lay back down as I take what I should have taken last night, right angel?”

  I nod and lay back down, my breathing heavy and my head dizzy with need from his dominance. I feel his slick tongue caress my clit, softly teasing it, loving it, committing the taste to memory.

  His fingers trace up my side, up my ribs and across my stomach right underneath my breasts. The touches are light, barely there and the opposite of what I want right now.

  “Damon, I need you inside me. Please don’t tease me,” I whine.

  In a second, I feel his mouth plunge between my dripping lips, his tongue pushing inside me, his hands under my ass, squeezing my cheeks as he consumes me.

  “I missed the taste of this pussy angel, so damn sweet for me.”

  I moan and buck up into his filthy mouth again, my leg wrapping around his neck, keeping him close.

  “So close Damon, that tongue, my God that tongue.”

  My voice is strained, my teeth are clenched and I climb that ladder to the bliss I know awaits at the top. His tongue is frenzied inside me, his left hand moving to pinch my clit in between his fingers, the other hand slipping two fingers inside my channel.

  His fingers and tongue are taking turns bringing me to my breaking point. My head is fuzzy with the contact, rough fingers, warm tongue then back again. There is no method to his madness, it's just Damon, frantic with his desire to make me come.

  Our bodies finally getting the hit they needed to satisfy the hunger, the craving. His fingers curl inside me and he is there, pushing me higher, higher until I finally explode on his tongue.

  A warm rush of juice spills out of me and Damon slurps it up like a bowl of soup, the sound of it is so fucking erotic.

  I pull his long hair towards my face lunging at his lips, reaching down for the button of his jeans and zipper, feverishly shaking him free from of the barrier between us.

  “Condom,” I pant.

  Damon reaches over towards the nightstand and I grab his thick leng
th in my hand, stroking it up and down and reach for his balls with the other. I massage them, rubbing them back and forth between my hand as his shaft hardens and grows beneath my touch.

  “Fuck, you’re so hard,” I say through my gritted teeth.

  My thirst for this man is so monumental, I know he has single handedly ruined me for any other man on this goddamned earth.

  “This is what you do to me angel,” he says cupping my face.

  He slams his lips back down on mine and I move my fingers down his bicep, his forearm to his hand, taking the condom from him. He tries to break the kiss but I pull his head back, keeping our lips locked together where they belong. I rip the condom open, grabbing his cock with one hand, slowly sheathing him.

  I pull him to my opening and his hand goes to my waist, pushing himself inside me in one hard thrust. I cry out, breaking the kiss, my body full to the brink, the weeks apart tightening me back up.

  “Shit are you okay?”

  “I’m fine, oh God I’m so full. I missed this, I missed you,” I say cupping his cheek.

  He leans his face into my hand and braces himself above me, pushing inside me further, starting to gain a rhythm.

  I feel his tip teasing that sweet spot inside me and I wrap my legs around him, my heels digging into his ass, forcing him deeper and deeper with each thrust.

  “Bella,” he says his voice laced with tension.

  “Yes Damon, right there, almost. I’m so close…”

  “I meant every fucking word I said last night angel,” he growls.

  He pumps faster and the realization pummels into me as hard as my orgasm. I grab his shoulders, digging my face into his chest as I moan out my climax into his hard body. I feel my legs tense and he explodes inside me as my walls collapse around him, all of my walls.

  He meant every word.

  Chapter 18

  Bella

  I take my keys out of my bag and open up the door to our apartment building. I flew back to Louisiana this morning after spending the whole night in Damon’s bed. I smile at his words this morning before boarding the plane.

  “Think of me angel, I sure as hell am not gonna do anything else but think of you.”

  I walk up the stairs to our apartment, put the keys in the door and open it, dropping my bag by the front table.

  “Lace?” I call.

  I jump when I walk into the living room and let out a small shriek.

  “Oh my God!”

  Naked Lacey stirs, waking a just as equally naked Nico underneath her.

  “Are y'all serious? On our couch! Come on!” I yell covering my eyes.

  “I thought you weren’t due back until tomorrow,” Lacey says groggily.

  I hear rustling and look between my fingers. Lacey is tightening her robe and Nico is pulling his pants on and I cross my arms over my chest.

  “Sorry Bella,” Nico says smirking. “I can’t tell her no.”

  He shrugs and leans down, kissing Lacey on the lips. She grabs the back of his head, deepening the kiss and I clear my throat.

  “Standing right here,” I say.

  Lacey breaks the kiss, smacking Nico’s ass and he laughs shaking his head.

  “Bye Hulk,” Lacey says smiling, her voice holding something I never heard before.

  “Bye blondie.”

  Nico grabs his shirt from the floor waving to me and leaves the apartment. I look over to Lacey and she turns, hiding her blush that I catch.

  “Lacey Turner, you have fallen’ so hard for him!”

  “Shut up okay! Don’t...just it’s goin’ good, don’t jinx anything. I...I don’t know how to do this Bella. I’m..he terrifies me. I just...you know what happened last time I did this Bells.”

  “He is not Weston! Oh my God!” I squeal. “Do you know how long I have waited for some man to come in and sweep you off your feet, show you what it’s really supposed to be like and put that bratty little ass in its place?”

  “Hey, hold on a second. I may be fallin’ for the beast, but he is just as into me as I am to him. I snap my fingers and he is here on his knees, let’s not get it twisted.”

  “Oh please, I’m sure when he snaps his fingers, you’re on your knees too. Wow, this is...I’m happy for you Lace. You deserve a guy like Nico, you really do. What happened with Weston was a blessin’. Nico is...gah I’m so happy right now.”

  “Yeah well, we’ll see what happens. How was Mexico? That sun did some wonders for you girl, look at you, you’re glowin’!”

  I look down and smile, playing with the string of my sweatshirt.

  “I don’t think that is just from the sun, is it?” she asks questioningly.

  “I stayed in Tampa last night,” I admit.

  “Ah so the romp in Mexico had an encore huh? How was it?”

  “He um...I don’t know, I guess I’m in the same spot as you right now.”

  “Look at us Bella Gavinwood, two hunky brothers eating out of the palm of our hands, and we don’t have a fuckin’ clue what to do about it,” she says smiling.

  I laugh and slap her shoulder shaking my head.

  “Wanna come with me to my mama’s house? I’m gonna kidnap Avery for a sleepover tonight.”

  “Sounds good. Ours wasn’t as fun without you. I’ll call my mama to come too, she’ll wanna catch up.”

  Lacey and I drive over to my parent’s house and pull in the drive behind my aunt’s car.

  The front door opens before I can even get out of the truck and my mama comes running out.

  “Bells!”

  She grabs me in a hug, and I laugh hugging her back.

  “I was only gone a couple weeks Mama, I’ve been gone longer.”

  “Well your daddy is drivin’ me crazy and he can finally relax now that you’re home. With everything goin’ on down there he was a nervous wreck. Hey Lace! Come on girls, I got some cornbread in the oven.”

  We walk up to the house and Avery screams, running right towards me. Her little arms wrap around my legs and I laugh bending down to bring her into a hug.

  “Missed you little mama.”

  “Missed you too sissy. I missed you so much. I slept over with Lacey, but it wasn't the same. Lacey don’t like popcorn M&M’s and I had to eat it all by myself and got a tummy ache.”

  “Hey,” Lacey whispers. “I thought that was our little secret.”

  Avery giggles covering her mouth.

  “Sorry,” she whispers back.

  “Speakin’ of sleepovers,” I say to Avery. “How ‘bout you come on over to our place tonight so we can have one! I haven’t had popcorn M&M’s in a month! I’ll eat ‘em all up with ya tonight, what do ya say?”

  “Yes!” she yells. “Let me ask Mama.”

  She runs into the kitchen and Lacey and I follow her.

  “Welcome back slugger,” my aunt says coming to give me a hug. “Look at this tan, damn girlie, did you play softball or were you beach bummin’ it?”

  “Yeah Bella, how did you get that beautiful glow?” Lacey says slyly.

  I pinch her arm next to me and she frowns, moving next to my aunt.

  I hear heavy footsteps barreling down the stairs and then feel a big body wrap around mine.

  “Surprise brat!”

  I turn around and yell, wrapping my arms around my brother.

  “What the hell are you doin’ here?”

  “Language,” my mother scolds.

  “Game against New Orleans tomorrow, I’m gonna drive over in the mornin’. Perfect timin’ because I wanted to surprise you for your homecomin’. Sick first game against Lopez. She’s supposed to be the next big thing, you made her look like a little leaguer.”

  “Yeah well, it was just a scrimmage I don’t know if she brought the heat. We’ll see in a couple months when we really play them.”

  “Don’t tell me you’re goin’ back to Mexico,” my father says from behind Devin.

  “Hi Daddy,” I grumble opening my arms for his hug.

  He bends down, ti
ghtening his grip on me and then pulling away.

  “Your game is in Mexico or the states?” he asks.