Take The Shot (Philadelphia Bulldogs #1)

by Danica Flynn

  “You look good,” he commented.

  “It’s not too much? You didn’t tell me where we’re going,” I nagged and poked him in the chest.

  He winked. “It’s a secret! You ready to go?”

  I flipped off the light switch, grabbed my coat, purse, and locked my door behind me. He slyly slid his hand in mine, like I wouldn’t have noticed, and I laced my small fingers in-between his larger ones. I knew I was short, but he seemed to always remind me with his hulking figure. I did always have a thing for tall boys. He ended up taking me to a nice little Thai place, he knew I loved Thai food. Pad Thai and crispy tofu here I come!

  He pulled out my chair, like a perfect gentleman. I laughed to myself, he was being way too nice right now. I settled into my seat to look at the menu. “We’re definitely way over dressed for this place,” I mused.

  He smiled over the menu at me and glanced around. He loosened his tie. “Yeah, I guess. I debated taking you somewhere nicer, but I know how much you like Thai food. We could go somewhere else?”

  I waved him off. “This is perfect. Good choice.”

  A waiter came over to take our orders. Noah kept pushing his hair behind his ear, so I knew he was nervous. I reached a hand across the table and placed it over his big one. “Hey, why do you seem so nervous? It’s just me.”

  He squeezed my hand back and then let it go. “Sorry.”

  “How many Canadian sorry’s am I going to get tonight?” I joked.

  He laughed. “Oh, you think you’re so funny, eh?”

  “Um, I know I am funny,” I told him with a grin. I teased him about the “eh’s” and “sorry’s” but secretly I loved them.

  He smiled at me, and it went all the way to his eyes. When he looked at me, I felt like he was looking into my soul. I had been with my husband for a long time, but I think it was okay for me to date again and to find happiness. He wouldn’t have wanted me to die alone and without someone, right? But was that person Noah? When I looked at him it felt right, but I couldn’t tell for sure. What if I was making a mistake?

  “So…I think you’re still waiting on an answer from me,” I began.

  He smiled at me from over his glass. “It’s no rush,” he assured me.

  I shook my head. “I don’t want you to think that I don’t want this,” I explained and gestured between the two of us.

  He cocked his head at me. “What are you saying?”

  I swallowed, but I steeled myself and made myself look into his ocean-blue eyes. “Noah, I very much would like to date you.”

  He smiled big at that, and I smiled back. We were silent for a moment, the two of us just eating our food and relaxing in each other’s company. I loved spending time with him, and now that we had both laid out our feelings, I felt like I could relax.

  I broke the silence, by admitting, “I never did the dating thing.”

  “What do you mean?” he asked after he took a drink of his water.

  “I met Jason in college. I don’t think anyone has ever asked me out to dinner before.”

  He scrunched up his face at me. “That’s not true! What about that guy you met at one of our games?”

  I groaned. “Don’t remind me.”

  “Where did he end up taking you?”

  “Just some run-of-the-mill Italian place. It was fine, this is better.”

  “Are you picky about Italian because of your family?” he asked, clearly thinking about my brother Frankie.

  The question threw me off, but he was actually onto something there. The Italian place that guy had taken me to was beyond mediocre. Like I could have cooked better, and the cooking gene seemed to have passed me over.

  I nodded. “Yeah, I guess I am. Glad you didn’t pick Italian.”

  He grinned. He was so cute when he did that.

  After dinner, we ended up back in my condo, where I kicked off my boots in relief. Those had been killing me all night. Noah took off his own shoes and left them at my front door. He shed his suit jacket and flopped his large frame onto my couch. His hands reached up to loosen the tie around his neck. My mouth watered at the sight of him, he looked so deliciously sexy just then. How had we only slept together once? I was definitely changing that tonight.

  I had to go into my kitchen just to cool myself off.

  “You want a drink?” I called to him.

  “Sure!” he yelled back from the living room.

  I pulled two beers from my fridge and walked back into my living room. I handed him his beer and sat on the couch beside him, curling my feet underneath me. I cracked open my own beer and started drinking from it. I put a hand behind my neck and sighed.

  “What’s that for?” he asked.

  “Hmm? Oh, that was like a sigh of contentment. Can’t I be content?” I asked. I took another large gulp of my drink, and then set it down on the coffee table.

  There was a twinkle in his eyes. “Nothing wrong with that. Now, get over here and kiss me.”

  I pouted. “I thought I was the boss lady?”

  He grinned, but I yelped when his strong arms slung me over his thick thighs so I was straddling him. He cupped my jaw in his hand and slanted his mouth against mine. His other hand roamed down my back, slithering to land on my ass, while we kissed aggressively. I nipped at his lip, and his eyes shot open in surprise at the dominant gesture. His blue eyes were wide with both shock and desire. I left hot kisses down his jaw until I was nuzzling into his neck. I licked and sucked at the soft flesh while he moaned quietly beneath me. He guided my mouth back to his, and I parted my lips when his tongue glided across the seam. I moaned into his mouth, our tongues in a war with each other while I was pulling his tie off and starting to undo his top button. He swore under his breath before he scooped me up into his arms and took me to my bedroom.

  I was frantically undoing the buttons of his shirt and pulling it from his pants while he searched my back for the zipper of my dress.

  “It’s on the side,” I told him.

  “Oh! Sneaky.”

  “Easier to put on.”

  I didn’t think he really cared about that, because in a flash it was pooling at my ankles. We were both standing there in my bedroom in our underthings, our chests heavy and our faces red from the passion. He licked his lips as he eyed me up and down, his gaze lingering on my ass which was bare from the lacy thong I was wearing. I couldn’t help myself, the way he looked at me made me feel so desired. He pulled me towards him, one hand firm on the back of my neck and the other bit into my ass-cheek as he kissed me hard. His kisses were urgent, like he was trying to claim me as his own. I wanted to let him, I wanted to let this man brand me with those talented lips. His eyes snapped open when he realized I had slid his boxers to his feet and my hand was already working on him. He was hard and thick in my hand and desire was wrapping around me at the thought of what we were about to do.

  He ran his hand down my face, and his thumb glided across my bottom lip. “Oh, you’re a bad girl,” he announced in that husky voice of his.

  I think it was his bedroom voice, because he literally never sounded like that at any other time. I also think he knew what it did to me.

  “Shut up, I’m the boss lady,” I growled.

  He grinned. “Yes, you are, and I fucking love it.”

  I kind of loved that, so I couldn’t help myself but drop down to my knees and show him just how much I liked to be in charge.

  Chapter Sixteen

  NOAH

  This woman was going to be the death of me. Hard stop. When I slid her dress to the floor to reveal the sexy black underwear she was wearing, I nearly came right then and there. Then she made it even harder, no pun intended, by sinking down onto her knees and sliding my cock in between her plump red lips. She grinned up as me as she glided me deeper inside her mouth and I loosely grabbed her hair in my fist which only seemed to encourage her. I don’t know if it was her or me who was moaning now.

  Oh fuck, she was going to leave me deceased. I closed
my eyes as I felt her hot mouth and her tongue licking and sucking on me. I definitely had fantasies of this before, but I didn’t think I would be towering over her, while this petite woman was on her knees pleasuring me like there was no tomorrow. I wanted her so bad, that I had to make her stop, or else I was going to come in her mouth, and as hot as that would have been, I didn’t want it to stop there.

  “Why did you make me stop?” she asked confused. I pulled her up on her feet so she was eye-level with me, or rather chest level. I always forgot that I was almost a foot taller than her.

  “My turn,” I said as I found the clasp on her bra and slid it off. Then I grabbed the thin string of her throng and dragged it slowly down her legs. My hands grazed across the pale skin on her lean body, lingering on the outside of her shapely thighs.

  “What?” she asked confused, but I lifted her up and threw her onto the bed.

  Her eyes were wide with desire at my display of aggressiveness. I pinned her arms above her head on the bed and kissed the inside of her wrist where her quill tattoo was. I trailed my mouth down her arms and landed on the side of her neck. I kissed her there slowly until I heard her sigh in content beneath me. I ran my hand down her chest to cup her breasts, twirling a calloused finger across the hard bud of her nipple.

  “Noah…”

  “Mmmhmm,” I murmured against her skin.

  I trailed my mouth further down her body, using my mouth and tongue to lick and suck at her flesh before situating myself between her thighs. I placed soft kisses against her thighs and parted her legs with my hands while she whimpered in anticipation. I parted her with my thumb and flicked my tongue out for that first delicious lick across her most sensitive area. She moaned softly and I loved that I made that sound come out of her pretty little mouth.

  I lifted my head up when she couldn’t stop giggling.

  “I’m sorry!” she laughed. “Your beard’s so ticklish!”

  I rubbed my face on her thighs and she continued to laugh. “Oh, do you not like beards?” I asked.

  She leaned up onto her elbows, and I got an eyeful of her boobs. God she looked so sexy from down here. “Noah! Are you growing a beard because I told you beards were hot?”

  “No,” I lied into her thigh and started kissing up towards her center again. ”Is it too annoying?”

  “No,” she sighed and laid back as my tongue flicked inside her again and I added a finger into the mix. “I like the way it feels on my thighs.”

  And then her hands were touching the top of my head, her fingers sliding through my hair while I gave her what I knew she craved. I loved doing this for a woman, and I felt more confident this time because I knew the noises she was making were not fake. I set my hands firmly on her thighs, pressing them into the mattress while I continue to lick and kiss her in the spot she craved the most.

  “Don’t stop,” she begged.

  I leaned up with a grin at her. “Beg me,” I demanded.

  She smiled down at me and then just shoved my face back down into her pussy. “Do what you’re told, Kennedy.”

  “Yes, Ma’am,” I muffled into her thigh.

  She was laughing above me. “Man, you really are a giver.”

  “Mmmhmm, now let me give you my tongue some more.”

  I definitely liked a lady who knew what she wanted and took it. Dinah was very good at doing that, and her demanding nature was so sexy to me. This pocket-sized woman was playful and dominant, and I loved being able to please her. I did as she asked, lapping at her center in soft, slow strokes. She whimpered and it turned me on more, that I focused on her clit until her orgasm rolled through her a few minutes later. My inner caveman was beating at his chest, because I got to do that to her. I climbed up on the bed and laid down beside her.

  She was lying on her back with her eyes closed. I kissed her on the corner of her mouth, and one green eye lazily opened. “Now, there’s the look of contentment I was hoping for,” I teased.

  Both eyes were open now. “How could anyone ever tell you that you were bad at that?” she asked with a dreamy sigh.

  I shrugged and my fingers danced across her chest. “I don’t know, especially since I love doing that.”

  “Wait, for real?” she asked with a hint of surprise in her voice.

  “Hell yeah! I love going down on a woman. I love tasting you and feeling you come apart on my tongue. Feeling your legs quaking against my head. It’s so fucking sexy.”

  “Oh my god! Finding a man that actually enjoys that is hard,” she explained. “It’s the same for me. Going down on you really turned me on too.”

  My hand ghosted across her chest and she leaned into it shamelessly. I kissed her neck. “That’s the sexiest thing you have ever said to me,” I whispered into her ear.

  “You don’t mind that I’m demanding in bed?” she asked.

  I shook my head with a big grin. “Dinah, I love when you tell me what to do. I like a woman in charge who knows what she wants.”

  She leaned over to kiss me passionately again and then she was straddling me. She fumbled around in the bedside table before finding a condom, rolling it onto my hard length and then climbed on top. I helped her by positioning myself at her entrance and then she slid down onto me in a deliciously slow manner. Her hands pressed hard on my chest and she looked determined, so I let her ride me as hard and fast as she wanted. Her nails scratched down my chest and I grabbed her ass which seemed to just make her get more into it. Maybe I was a bit submissive, but Dinah seemed to be the type of woman who thrived on it and loved being in charge. I had to admit there was a nice view from down here too, so I was one hundred percent here for this tiny woman being on top and in charge of things.

  I sat up in bed after a little bit, so we could be face-to-face to ride out our orgasms while clutching each other.

  “Noah,” she moaned in ecstasy into my neck and gripped my shoulders.

  I held onto her hips tightly and thrusted fast up into her as she rocked on top of me. My own orgasm hit me square in the chest while she was moaning into my ear.

  I came back down to earth with my chest heavy like I had just spent it skating lines. My hand was still tangled up in her dark tresses, her long hair wrapped tightly around my fist. Sex with her the second time was even better and it made me glad I could make her happy like this.

  I unwrapped her hair from around my fist and caressed her cheek. I kissed her softly. “Dinah…” I panted out of breath.

  “Noah…holy fuck,” she agreed.

  She disentangled herself from off my lap and I shamelessly watched her firm ass bend over to pick up her discarded clothes. I laid on the bed to catch my breath, after disposing of the condom in the trashcan underneath the bedside table.

  “Hey, I kind of want to get a shower,” she announced.

  “Okay.”

  She was standing in the doorway of her en suite bathroom, naked and looking sexy with her teeth digging into her bottom lip. Her lipstick was half-smeared off, her chest was burned red from my beard, and her hair was all disheveled, but that tiny woman was sexy as fuck to me in this moment.

  “Are you coming?” she asked in a way that said, “fuck me in the shower, Noah.”

  I looked up at her in surprise and ran a hand through my sweaty hair. I grabbed a condom from the bedside table just in case.

  Later while Dinah was blow-drying her hair, I laid back in her bed clad in just my boxers waiting for her to be done. I was in such bliss, I didn’t even realize it was so late. I looked at my phone and checked my schedule for upcoming games. Practice tomorrow, and then a 1:00 pm game Saturday from home, off on Sunday, Monday was a travel day for a Tuesday game in Chicago. From Chicago, we headed to Toronto for a Thursday night game, home on Saturday, and in New York on Sunday. I wondered if she would come to the game on Saturday, but I knew she had been procrastinating on her book, and I didn’t want to get in the way.

  My phone buzzed and I saw a text from TJ.

  TJ: How’d it go
?

  ME: Yeah, we’re on the same page.

  TJ: AND???

  ME: I guess we’re dating now.

  TJ: Bro!!! Don’t fuck this up, I want to still be friends with her.

  I shook my head at him and put my phone back on the nightstand. Dinah came out of her bathroom still not dressed, but her hair was now silky straight like it always was. I watched her ass move as she walked over to the dresser. She dug around in her dresser before putting on some clothes to sleep in. She was looking at her phone absent-mindedly while she slid into clean clothes. I heard her scoffing, “Ugh! What a dick.”

  “TJ?” I guessed.

  She rolled her eyes.

  “He’s just trying to get a rise out of you.”

  “I know!” she called after me as she headed back into the bathroom. I heard her brushing her teeth and it reminded me that I probably should get my own bedtime routine going. I already had a spare toothbrush here, but I needed real clothes to sleep in and not just my boxers.

  I climbed out of bed and started putting my pants back on.

  She spat in the sink and asked, “Are you leaving?”

  I was mid-button, and the disappointed look on her face nearly crushed me. “I want to go wash up. You want me to stay over tonight?”

  “You don’t have to.”

  “But…” I tried to goad her.

  She ran a hand through her now dried dark hair and didn’t want to look at me. I crossed over to her and lifted her chin to look at me. I bent down and kissed her quickly. “You like having me in your bed, eh?” I asked.

  “Well, duh.”

  “That’s not what I meant.”

  She blushed. “I do like waking up beside you. But you don’t have to stay.”

  “What if I come back over?” I asked.

  “Noah, it’s fine. You don’t have to stay.”

  “But, I want to,” I urged and pulled her to my chest. Her head went immediately to the spot against my heart, and I ran a hand over her now smooth hair. “I’ll be back.”