“Oh God,” she moaned, her forehead falling against my chest.
“I’d consider this sex since I’m fucking you with my fingers.” I brushed the shell of her ear with my lips, then raked my teeth over her skin.
She whimpered as I stroked her deep, mimicking exactly what I wanted to do with my cock.
“You’re not random.” Fuck, my voice sounded like it had been dragged across a skate sharpener. “You’re not a hookup. You have no reason to be jealous of those hallway puck bunnies, London.”
“I’m not jealous,” she muttered, then moaned.
I stilled my fingers.
“Jansen!” she complained.
“I’m jealous of everyone who gets to breathe the same air you do. It’s not a weakness to admit that you want someone.” I withdrew my hand inch by inch until my fingers hovered on the edge of her pussy.
“Fine,” she whispered, then sucked in a deep breath and tilted her face to mine. “I want you. I always want you. I look at you—or even just think about you, and I want you.” Her face was a gorgeous mix of need and frustration.
“Then we’re on equal footing, London, because that’s exactly how bad I want you.” I gripped her ass and lifted her against me, then kissed her with the full force of the hunger that had kept me on edge for months.
She opened for my tongue, and I swept inside, kissing her deep. Her nails dug into the back of my neck as she tilted her head and moaned, claiming my mouth the same way I’d done to hers. I heard the soft clunk of her shoes falling to the floor, but her skirt was too tight to wind her legs around my waist, but damn if she wasn’t trying.
I walked us forward and laid her out on the bed, keeping my weight off her as I sucked my way down her throat.
“Take it off,” she urged, arching as my fingers flicked the buttons of her blouse free. The sides fell away, revealing the white lace cupped swells of her breasts.
“Beautiful,” I muttered, already running my mouth along those lace cups. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, London.”
She twisted in my arms and got the rest of her blouse off, then threw it to the floor. “Show me.”
I paused, my gaze flying to meet hers. “Show you that you’re gorgeous?”
A smile flashed across her face, but she shook her head. “No. Show me that sex isn’t overrated. I want you. All of you.”
The breath left my lungs in a rush, but I locked down every muscle except my dick. He was throbbing, and there was nothing I could do about it. “We don’t have to have sex for me to show you just how good it can be for you.”
“Are you telling me no?” A playful spark lit in those beautiful blue eyes. It wasn’t like she couldn’t feel exactly how much I wanted her against her thigh.
“I’m telling you that I don’t want you to feel rushed or like you have some point to prove.” What we had was too important to fuck up.
“Huh.” She rolled to her side, then arched her hips, shimmying out of her skirt.
Legs. Holy, fucking legs. They were lean and toned and went on for days. I was still staring at them, awestruck, when she rose up on her knees and unfastened her bra, dropping it to the floor with the rest of her clothes. “Do I look rushed to you?” she asked, tilting her head.
“You look…incredible,” I managed to answer. Her breasts were high and firm, with rose-colored nipples that were already pearled into hard tips.
My mouth watered as I sat up.
She lifted her hands to her hair, pulling out a few long pins and dropping those, too. Her hair fell, long, dark, and luscious, to shield her breasts as she shook the tresses free.
“Do I sound like I have a point to prove?” She leaned forward, grabbed the fabric of my shirt, and lifted it over my head. Her indrawn breath made me feel like a fucking god as her gaze skimmed the lines of my torso. “Wow, Jansen…” Her fingertips traced the lines of my pecs.
“You sound like a woman who knows exactly what she wants.” I caught her hands against my chest, trapping them there. If she went any farther south, this would be over way before I wanted.
“Good. Now use that flawless body of yours and show me what I’ve been missing out on.” She brought her mouth to mine and traced the seam of my lips with her tongue.
I pounced, taking her beneath me as I kissed her breathless. My hands shaped the soft mounds of her breasts, my thumbs teasing her nipples as our kiss blazed out of control, taking on an urgency that made my heart pound.
“I’m going to make you come so hard so you won’t be able to say my name without getting wet,” I promised, moving from her mouth to her breasts.
“Promises,” she teased, then gasped as I sucked one peak into my mouth and worshipped it with my tongue and lips.
“I can’t wait to taste every inch of you.” I moved to the other breast so I could give it the same attention. Taking my time, I lingered until both of her nipples were swollen and sensitive before moving down the plane of her stomach.
Her fingers tangled in my hair as I learned her curves with my hands and mouth, leaving none of her skin untouched. When I reached her white, lace thong, I hooked my fingers through the flimsy straps at her hips and looked up into her eyes.
She nodded and arched.
I dragged the scrap of fabric down those impossibly long legs, then began working my way back up, kneading and stroking the muscles of her calves, her knees, her thighs. I grazed over the sweet cleft of her pussy, but didn’t give her what she wanted until she was an undulating, panting mass of need.
“Jansen,” she pled, tugging on my hair.
“What do you want, baby?” I kissed her inner thigh and leaned hard into the bed, hoping my dick would get the not-so-subtle message that it wasn’t play time. Not yet.
“Get up here and touch me!” She tugged again.
“I like it right where I am.” I kept my eyes locked on hers as I spread her thighs wider, settling them over my shoulders. Then I leaned forward and ran my tongue over her pussy.
She cried out, her hips bucking. “Oh my God.”
“Eyes on me.” The command was soft, but she followed it. My tongue skimmed the opening of her pussy, and then I licked up to her clit, giving it a flick.
She gasped, rolling her hips.
“Feel that? It’s only going to get better,” I promised with another tongued circle around that tight little bud. “You taste so damned sweet, London.” Honey and citrus slid down my throat as I lapped at her.
“Jansen,” she moaned, her eyes sliding shut.
“Watch me, baby. Watch how much I love eating you.” I blew softly over her wet flesh, and she whimpered before doing exactly as I’d asked, her eyes finding mine. I gave her a long, hard lick in reward, then got down to working my girl into a frenzy.
I devoured her with the hunger of a starving man, licking and sucking at her clit before stabbing deep and fucking her with my tongue, her cries like music in my ears as she keened higher, her legs tightening against my back.
She was so tight I felt her constrict along my tongue, and I groaned as she rocked her hips, riding my face as I pushed her relentlessly toward the brink of orgasm. Her breaths came faster, her breath catching as her thighs trembled.
I rubbed my thumb over her clit and sent her reeling, screaming my name before she released my hair to muffle her cries with a fist. While the waves still rolling through her, her hips swiveling, I lifted my mouth to her clit and sank two fingers deep inside her.
She moaned, and I worked her toward a second orgasm, pumping deep and adding a third finger to make sure she was ready for me. London’s body was perfect, but she was small, tight, and the last thing I was going to do was hurt her.
“What are you doing to me?” Her head thrashed above me as her muscles coiled again.
“Did you want me to stop?” I offered, unable to crack a smile. My entire body was wound so fucking tight that snapping was a real possibility.
“Never,” she groaned, grabbing fistfuls of the covers.
It took all of thirty seconds to grab a condom from my bag and shed my clothes, and her arms were open, reaching for me as I hovered above her.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Absolutely.” She grabbed the condom from my hands and ripped it open, then looked down between us with wide eyes. “I’ve never—”
“Let me.” I took the thin plastic and rolled it on. “If you put your hands on me right now, it would be game over for this round.”
She smiled as I settled between her thighs, looping her arms around my neck. “Do I at least get a turn to touch you?”
“You can have as many turns as you want,” I offered as my cock nudged her entrance, but then a groan slipped from my lips at the sight and feel of her. She was flushed and pink and had the glow of a satisfied woman coupled with the hope in her eyes that there just might be more to come. My control was hanging by the barest of threads, but something she’d said tickled the back of my brain. “Are you okay like this? Am I too heavy on top of you?”
She shook her head and hooked an ankle over my waist. “You’re perfect. Now take me, Jansen.” Her hips rocked slightly.
I rolled mine slow and steady, pushing through the velvet muscles of the tightest pussy I’d ever felt in my life until she took me completely.
She gasped, but there was no pain in her eyes as I gave her a moment to adjust, sweat beading in a fine layer on my skin from the effort of holding back and fighting every instinct in my body to move.
“You feel incredible,” she whispered then arched up to kiss me.
I sank into the kiss as I rocked my hips gently, setting an easy, soft pace. She was so damned small, and I wasn’t exactly a little guy. She moaned into the kiss and met me thrust for thrust.
Slow. Easy. Gentle. I was dying, dying, at the pleasure of being inside her. My entire body was alive and humming with electricity.
“You won’t break me, Jansen.” She skimmed her hands down my sides until she grasped my ass.
“I’m. Trying. To. Be—”
“Just be you. Stop holding back.” She forced her hips up and pulled me into her on the next thrust, sending me hard and deep. I groaned. So did she.
That sound unraveled the last of my control.
I took her with hard, deep, long strokes that brought me close to the stars with every thrust. She squeezed tight around me, meeting me for every move, our bodies sliding and colliding over and over.
It was too good. Too hot. Too consuming. I couldn’t stop. Her whimpers turned to soft, keening little cries as she scratched at my back, urging me on. When her body drew tight again, her eyes flaring slightly as if surprised, I pushed the back of her thigh, opening her wider, and stroked even deeper.
“Jansen…” She clutched my shoulders as her legs shook, and I worked my fingers between us as I took her faster, climbing that same peak with her as lightning shot down my spine. I strummed her clit and felt her convulse around my cock just as my own orgasm took hold, shooting me straight to the stars.
I think I blacked out for a minute because when I came to, I’d shifted so she was at my side, both of our chests heaving as we struggled to catch our breath.
“That was…” She stroked her thumb across my lower lip. “That was not overrated.”
I laughed and pulled her close. “That was the best I’ve ever had in my life. And maybe the loudest,” I teased.
She grinned, but then it slipped slightly. “You don’t think anyone heard me, do you?”
“I think we’re okay.” Hotel walls were only so thick, but I doubted anyone would recognize London’s cries, especially since I was the only guy to get her screaming like that.
“Good.” Worry dulled the heavy-lidded satisfaction in her eyes. “We just have to keep this quiet. I don’t even want to think about what Caz or—”
I kissed her softly, stopping her words. “London, I have no problem keeping this between us. But baby, I need it to be just that—between us.” My fingers brushed back her hair, and I cradled her head. “I don’t know what this is, but I do know I’m sick at the thought of anyone else touching you.”
She pushed at my chest, and I let her roll me to my back as she smiled down at me. “Then the same goes for you.”
“Already does.” I pulled her into another kiss and we started all over again.
By the time I woke the next morning, it was seven a.m., and my bed was empty, which made sense seeing that London was hell-bent on keeping our private activities, well, private. Didn’t mean that waking up without her didn’t suck. It did.
I showered, dressed, and headed down to the lobby to grab breakfast. We had the second game of the series today, and I wasn’t the last Reaper to the private dining room, but I wasn’t exactly the first, either.
“Saved you a seat,” Briggs said, smacking me on the back as he walked by with his food, pointing toward the table in the corner where Cannon and Sawyer already sat.
A laugh I’d know anywhere sounded from the opposite side of the room, and my gaze found her with all the effort of a compass and the North Pole.
London sat with her brother on one side and Maxim on the other, laughing at something Caz had said. Her cheeks were pink, and her eyes bright as they locked with mine.
Too many emotions to name barreled through me.
I wanted to kiss her, to ask how she was feeling. Hell, I wanted to carry her back up to my room and go for round five…or was it six? But more than all that, I wanted to be the one she was laughing with at breakfast.
How could I feel so incredibly connected to someone from this far across the room and yet worlds apart?
She gave me a smile, but then Maxim leaned in close to talk to her, wrapping his arm around the back of her chair.
Her gaze fell from mine, severing our connection.
I waited a breath, then two, hoping she’d look over, hoping she felt the same inexplicable pull that I did, but…nothing.
Something in my chest chilled and drew tight.
Why? I’d agreed to keep our relationship quiet. What did it matter if everyone knew as long as she and I did? There was less pressure this way, and whatever made her comfortable was okay by me, that’s how badly I wanted to keep her.
But that’s when it hit me.
We weren’t just quiet or discreet.
We were something a little dirtier—a secret.
10
London
“I don’t know what to do,” I groaned as I sank onto Savannah’s couch. I shoved one of her throw pillows against my face, muffling a scream.
“Whoa,” a familiar male voice said, shocking me. I dropped the pillow to see Hendrix, frozen two steps into the living room. “What kind of a situation did I just walk in on here, babe?” he asked Savannah, who had her legs curled up under her on the chair across from me. “Is it an ice cream and brownies thing or a whiskey and ice thing?”
I choked on a laugh, smoothing out the wrinkled pillow.
Savannah waved him off. “It’s just a normal thing, Hollywood. But I’d absolutely take a brownie.” She winked at him. He snapped his fingers, pointing to both of us before practically sprinting to the kitchen.
My heart warmed a fraction, calming some of the infuriating tension that had collected in my muscles. “Using those wide receiver skills to rustle up treats?” I nodded, smiling at my friend. “Not a bad man at all.”
She bit her lower lip, her features nearly drowning in true-love dust. “He is. But Hendrix’s extensive skill list isn’t what we’re discussing.”
I blew out a breath. “It’s been seven days,” I said, but it sounded like a whine.
Seven days since I’d had the most incredible, world-shaking, mind-blowing sex of my life. Like…I wasn’t sure it got better than that. Ever. My skin flushed just thinking about him, about
the things he’d done to my body, the places he’d taken me with just his tongue.
“Tell me about that little trick he did with his mouth again,” she said, and I laughed again. God, it was so great to have a friend like her.
“You’re shameless,” I said, shaking my head.
She shrugged.
“He hasn’t called.” Or texted or even acted like I existed. It twisted something inside me. “He’s been off since the breakfast in Chicago.” The same morning-after breakfast. I’d decided to sit with Caz—one, because he’d made it to the room before Jansen—but also because I didn’t want Caz going after him.
It hadn’t been a choice thing, it’d been a professional thing. I wasn’t sure what we were to each other, and until I was, I wouldn’t flash what we’d done to the entire team, least of all my brother. That was drama Jansen didn’t need for sure.
“What a dick,” Savannah hissed.
“Who’s a dick?” Hendrix asked as he came back into the room. He set down a plate of brownies on the coffee table between us, then handed me a sparkling water.
“Sterling,” Savannah said at the same time I said, “Thank you.”
Hendrix whistled, his eyebrows raised as he took a seat. “That doesn’t sound like Sterling,” he said, leaning back in the chair next to Savannah.
I snatched a brownie off the table, taking two bites. It was almost enough chocolate to cool the anger and confusion simmering in my blood.
“So walk me through it again,” Savannah said, her brow pinched.
I finished chewing, took a sip of the drink, then set everything back on the table. “We…” I glanced at Hendrix, who waggled his eyebrows at me with a teasing look. “We had a night together,” I said, and he snorted. “And the next morning…” I sighed. “Well, I don’t know exactly what I did wrong.” The knowledge curled up inside me like dried flower petals. I had practically zero experience with sex. Maybe I hadn’t been good enough for him. But he’d seemed so enthusiastic in the heat of the moment…maybe that had been for my benefit too. I pinched the bridge of my nose. “I tried to talk to him on the plane, but he gave me the cold shoulder. I’ve been trying to catch him in the arena, but he’s always just heading out. And he’s ignored my texts.”
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