One Last Shot (Nymphs & Trojans Series Book 2)

by Alexandra Warren

  Before he could even respond, I was already off the bed, rushing towards the door and getting it just barely cracked open when Dre snuck up behind me to push it back closed. Then he hovered near my ear and whispered, “Stay,” my eyes fluttering shut once he pressed a lingering kiss against the side of my neck that made me forget why I was leaving in the first place.

  I mean, his mouth was so skilled, knowing just the right spot to hit as I faltered, “But what about…”

  “Stay, Selena,” he requested in more of a growl, turning me around to press my back against the door then resting his forehead against mine. “I want you to stay.”

  The way he said it put the ball in my court, left with the decision to go with my mind and leave like I originally planned to, or go with my heart and… fuck it.

  Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled his face down to mine for a kiss that was a lot more aggressive than before, filled with an urgency that led us back to his bed where I stumbled to straddle his lap as he unzipped my jacket and pushed it from my shoulders. Then he abandoned my lips in favor of my collarbone, nibbling into my skin with perfect pressure that had me grinding in his lap and singing his praises until he chuckled to remind me, “We gotta stay low. I got Sugar to the left of me and some of the medical staff on the right.”

  “Stop making me feel so good then,” I halfway whined, only making Dre chuckle again.

  “You don’t want that.”

  “I don’t want that,” I agreed with a smirk that he matched to ask, “So what you want then, lil’ baby?”

  There was an innocent giddiness that was replaced with pure lust from hearing him call me that under these particular conditions, my hands pressed into his shoulders as I teasingly replied, “Somethin’ I won’t regret later.”

  Frowning, he asked, “You really think I’d waste your time like that?”

  “I mean… you’re wasting it now doin’ all this talking, so...”

  Without needing to say anything more, he flipped me onto my back, creating a trail of kisses from my neck, down my cleavage to my belly button where he lingered to pull my sweatpants down just enough to get to my panty line. Then he teased me with kisses from the left side to the right before standing up to rid me of my pants completely, my underwear of choice making it clear this was not on my agenda.

  Dre wasn’t fazed though, turning them into a total non-factor once I lifted my hips so that he could remove those too. But when he took a step away from the bed, I started to become a little concerned, wondering if he was having second thoughts until he quietly asked, “How the fuck was I supposed to resist you, Selena?”

  The question had me flattered and turned on all at once; even more so as I watched him adjust the impressive erection struggling against the fabric of his basketball shorts before I answered, “The same way I was supposed to resist you. And yet, here I am.”

  “Yeah. Here you are,” he groaned with a lick of his lips that gave me chills as he slowly rejoined me on the bed, this time positioning himself with his face between my thighs where he landed soft kisses against the inner part of each that had me damn near begging for him to stop torturing me.

  Instead of giving me what I wanted, he only gave another reminder for me to, “Shhh…” pressing one of his abnormally long fingers against my lips as if that was all it would take for me to stay quiet once his tongue finally found its way to my clit for a taste that made my stomach clench and my lips part with a long exhale. And even that, he took full advantage of by slipping his finger into my mouth to pacify me, only turning me on even more as it became my way of showing my appreciation for how damn good his tongue felt as I sucked and moaned against it while he continued to devour me.

  Peeking up at me with heated eyes, he warned, “Keep that shit up, and I’ma give you somethin’ else to suck on,” like that wasn’t going to motivate me to do even more. In fact, I found myself issuing a challenge of my own when I scrapped it with my teeth, Dre watching me intently as he groaned, “Hardheaded ass…” before moving up the bed to kiss me with my flavor still lingering on his lips. Then he took the same finger that was in my mouth and slipped it between my wet folds, covering my moan with another kiss that I quickly found myself lost in as my senses became overwhelmed with pleasure now that I knew his hands were good for a lot more than just dribbling basketballs.

  Honestly, Dre was just skilled all over; with his mouth, with his hands, with his intensity that straddled the line of just enough and too much for me to handle. And since I could pretty much assume that extended to his dick, I only grew wetter with anticipation, Dre taking notice as he used my arousal to rub circles against my clit while telling me, “This is the only thing I want you to remember about tonight, aight? Fuck that shot.”

  It took a second for me to realize what he was talking about, far too wrapped up in what he was doing to me to think about basketball at all. And even when it did come back to me, I didn’t care nearly as much as I had when I first showed up to his room, fascinated by how easily Dre had been able to direct my attention elsewhere; at least for the moment.

  Maybe later I’d go back to it. But right now, the only thing I was concerned about was how quickly I could get Dre inside of me, eager for something more than foreplay when I replied, “Shot forgotten. Now give me somethin’ to remember.”

  For whatever reason, that made him chuckle as he moved away from the bed to get rid of his shorts, the way his dick jumped out when he tugged the waistband past his erection making me sit up onto my elbows for a better view that had him teasing, “Nah, you had jokes for us skinny niggas the other day. Don’t be tryna show love now that you see I ain’t slim all over.”

  Licking my lips, I would’ve been lying if I replied with anything other than, “I’ll give you that.” Though I also couldn’t help doing a little teasing of my own when I added, “But I’m still not staying after to cuddle.”

  Breathing a low, “hmph” in response, he quickly fished a condom from his wallet sitting on the dresser, doing what was necessary to make sure we didn’t have a slip-up before instructing me to turn my sexy ass over. And once I followed directions, he climbed onto the bed and unstrapped my bra, positioning himself to take me from behind in one long, gratifying stroke that had me arching my back and rushing to bury my face into the pillows all at once.

  He didn’t let me stay there though, knocking every pillow from my reach as he groaned, “Have some discipline, lil’ baby. Hold that shit in.” And I thought I was for sure going to combust when I breathily begged, “Dre, please…” his hands buried in my braids as he gave them a slight yank and growled, “Better not let them hear you, Selena. Don’t get us caught.”

  The pressure was driving me crazy, only heightening the experience as I struggled to stay quiet with every knock of his dick against my inner back wall. And he knew it too, moving us to a spoon position so that he could cover my mouth with his hand while he continued to fuck me into next season.

  It was worth it, though. So damn worth it that I wanted to scream it loud for the entire hotel to hear. And when Dre moved his hand away from my mouth down to my clit, I considered taking my chances; though my thoughts were almost immediately drowned out by the extra stimulation that had my body buzzing with the telltale signs of an impending orgasm, my toes curled as Dre prolonged my climax with slow strokes that left me totally breathless.

  Peppering kisses against my back as I came down from my high, I felt myself literally shiver when he pulled out and asked, “What I gotta do to make you feel better, lil’ baby?”

  Turning around to face him, I assured, “You’ve already done that, Dre.”

  I mean, if the mess between my thighs was any indication, he’d done that and more. Still, he shook his head, sitting up a little to disagree. “Nah. More than just that shot was sittin’ heavy on your spirit when you came in here, I could tell. So what can I do about it?”

  Thinking back to the circumstances surrounding my arrival, the details were a l
ittle foggy until I remembered the conversation - or lack thereof - with my father that led me here in the first place. And since I definitely wasn’t going to let that blow my high, I quickly brushed him off. “It’s nothin’, really.”

  From the skeptical look on his face, I could tell he didn’t believe me. But instead of pressing me for more info, he challenged, “Prove it,” grinning mischievously as he pulled me on top to go another round. Or rather, wrap up his first round since only I’d made it to the finish line. And with that on my mind, I took his challenge even more personal, pressing into his chest for a lift until I noticed a woman’s name tattooed in beautiful cursive right under my fingertips.

  “Wait. Who’s Eliza?”

  The question came from a place of genuine interest, not making any assumptions or rushing to judgment about his past relationships. But when he answered, “Derives from the same place as the two names in that heart on your shoulder blade, Ms. Samuels,” I realized how silly it was of me to bring it up at all, feeling like I’d ruined the mood until he lifted my chin to say, “Now quit gettin’ distracted and ride me like ain’t nothin’ wrong with you.”

  It was an aggressive request, but one I was happy to fulfill, gliding down on top of his dick with a shared moan that gave me goosebumps as Dre growled, “Gotdamn.” And really, that was all I needed to hear to get back in the zone, taunting him the same way he did me when I leaned to whisper against his lips, “Better not let them hear you, Jordan.”

  Eight

  Selena Samuels was a fuckin’ liar.

  I could feel the ghost of my grandma’s hand smacking me in the back of my head for even thinking that word - liar, not fuckin’. But it was the truth as I looked down at the beautiful face cuddled up against my chest, her body tightly snuggled under my arm and her leg draped over mine while she slept off an experience I’d left her no room to regret.

  I mean, would she regret how tired she’d more than likely be during our walkthrough practice in New York later this evening because of this? Probably. But other than that, there wasn’t a single moment she could classify as not worth it, something I’d made sure of since facing her for the rest of the season would’ve been embarrassing as hell otherwise.

  It wasn’t all about my ego, though. There was an easy connection between Selena and I, an attraction that I was tired of trying to shake solely because of our circumstances. Sure, they weren’t ideal and had the potential to cause a bit of a stir if - when - people found out about us. But I was really supposed to ignore everything I felt for her because of our careers? Because of what our boss had requested? Because of… optics?

  That’s how I knew I really fucked with her.

  Being a part of the Nymphs coaching staff was a golden opportunity, my last real shot at making something of myself as far as professional basketball went. And I was still willing to risk it all for a chance with the woman who was arguably one of the best to ever do it at her position even if she didn’t feel like it when she showed up to my room last night.

  Now how we’d gone from her wanting to chat about that damn shot to me killin’ her shit from the back, I wasn’t exactly sure. But there wasn’t a word of complaint in my vocabulary, a lazy grin on my lips as I watched her begin to stir from up under me so that she could groggily ask, “What time is it, Dre?”

  Glancing back at the clock on the nightstand, I answered, “A little after three,” not all that surprised when Selena popped up from the bed in a fury with a hissed, “Shit.”

  Even if I wasn’t as concerned with sticking to the “rules” placed on us, the last situation I imagined Selena wanted to be in was to have to make that long walk from my room to hers in front of her teammates, the frustration of the close call written all over her face as she rattled, “Why’d you let me sleep so long? Where’s my phone? Where's my clothes?”

  It took me a second to answer her questions since naked Selena with those fuckin’ braids hanging down to her ass was a marvel. But eventually, I shook it off to reply, “Phones on the dresser, clothes are on the floor, and I let you sleep cause you were fuckin’ tired, lil’ baby.”

  For whatever reason, that stopped her in her tracks, a slick grin on her lips when she sarcastically groaned, “Hmm. I wonder why.”

  Standing up from the bed, I met her toe-to-toe, grabbing her ass in a low hug to say, “This dick. That’s why,” her lip immediately pulled between her teeth until I added, “Had you cuddled up on a nigga and everything.”

  Rolling her eyes, she pushed herself away from me to tease, “And now my side feels like I fell asleep on a pile of remotes.”

  With a chuckle, I went to grab a pair of shorts to throw on as I growled, “Fuck you, SeSa,” only chuckling even more when she sang over her shoulder, “You already did that, sir.” Then I waited until we were both mostly dressed to ask, “So you’re good?”

  Frowning, she fired back, “Why wouldn’t I be good, Dre? We’re both grown-ups, we smashed, and now it’s time for us to get back to work.”

  Something about her word choice made my eyebrow pique when I asked, “Just like that, huh?”

  Like I’d posed a stupid question, her eyes squinted as she cocked her head just slightly to respond, “Did you expect something else, or…?”

  Considering all the thoughts I was having while I watched her sleep, it was safe to say I was definitely expecting something more - a lot more. Already ready to risk it all, ready to face the backlash head-on, ready to do whatever it took to make what was happening between us really go. But now that it was clear Selena had gotten all she wanted out of this, I felt silly for being so eager, shaking my head when I finally answered, “Nah. I’m just… happy to hear you feel the same way I do.”

  My response only made her smirk as she moved to stand back in front of me so that she could press her hands into my chest and challenge, “You’re lying, aren’t you, Dre?”

  Instead of answering her question, I looked down at her and groaned, “Watch your mouth.”

  “Because you’re gonna do what if I don’t?” she pressed, a mischievous look in her eyes as she gnawed at the corner of her lip waiting for a response. And now that I knew exactly how she liked it, it was nothing for me to keep that same energy, slowly running a finger down the front of her neck as I replied, “You lucky I need you talkin’ on the court tomorrow. Otherwise I’d bruise the fuck outta your throat.”

  “And that’s supposed to make me wanna leave right now? Because… shit,” she moaned with a shudder, making me chuckle as I muttered, “Freaky ass...”

  “You’re the one who said it!” she quickly defended, wrapping herself around me in a hug and pressing her chin into my chest to add, “But for the record, I’m into it. Very, very into it.”

  “Yeah, I bet you are,” I groaned, meeting her lips for a quick peck that was a lot more “in a relationship” than “post one-nighter”.

  Then again, if Selena wasn’t overthinking things, there was no reason for me to either, doing my best to play along as she grinned up at me to say, “Thank you for the tips, Dre. All the tips. Game tips, life tips, and most importantly, di...”

  Cutting her off with a laugh, I replied, “I got it, Selena. Now get outta here before somebody wakes up early and sees you creeping around.”

  I expected the reminder to put the pep back into her step, but she didn’t budge, studying my face intently before she challenged, “Not until you tell me the truth.”

  “The truth about what?”

  “How last night… this morning… our time together really made you feel, because that “feeling the same way I do” you gave earlier was bullshit.”

  She was right.

  Sure, I was following her lead so I wouldn’t overstep any boundaries by trying to do too much too fast. But the truth was, I liked Selena. I liked her a lot, and I didn’t feel as nonchalant about it as I was leading on.

  Nah, I felt that shit deep, on a level I hadn’t felt for anyone in a long ass time. But instead of fessing
up right away and ruining this new dynamic before it could really play out, I came back at her with, “Just like nothing else was wrong with you last night, right?”

  I expected the question to stumble her, but she only smirked. “How about you ask your dick that question since he’s the one with the receipts?”

  Like he knew what she was talking about, my shit got a little stiff in response, making her smirk also grow in size as I pulled her close enough to feel it when I asked, “You really wanna know how I feel, Ms. Samuels?” And after watching her short nod, I caught her eyes, holding her gaze for a moment past comfortable before I leaned in to whisper right against her lips, “Too bad.”

  “Ugh. Annoying. Goodbye,” she rattled as she pushed away from me to head to the door, the whole thing amusing the hell out of me as I called after her, “Text me when you get in, aight?”

  “Like you can’t just peek out and watch me walk down the hallway…” she muttered, prompting me to explain, “If I do that, somebody might know where you’re coming from.”

  “Good point. I’ll text you,” she agreed, pulling her hood back over her head to help the cause as I moved to open the door and let her out.

  Not without one final tease though, a smirk on my lips as I suggested, “Might as well send some nudes while you’re at it.”

  “You wish,” she giggled on her way out, my back pressed against the door once I shut it behind her. Then I released a heavy sigh in an attempt to gather myself before I headed back to bed to wait for her text that took a little longer than I expected it to; though it was still enough to make me smile to myself in the dark on some weirdo shit once I read it and replied.

  “Made it back to my room.” - SeSa

  “Good. Even though I wish you were still in mine.” - Dre