by Violet Paige
“But I have to get on a plane,” I argued. “I told Jake I’d be there.” Jake would kill me if I missed that flight to Nashville. He was standing in the middle of a media firestorm. A hellish blazing tornado that revolved around my bad decisions.
Luke tossed me on the center of the bed and shed his clothes. He crawled toward me. Naked. His cock wide and throbbing for me. His body rigid and athletic. Beautiful in a masculine way that made me want to touch every square inch of muscle until I had him completely memorized.
“There are no brands allowed in this bed, baby. Do you want to get on a plane, Alexa or do you want me to fuck you?”
Fourteen
Luke
I loved that sated glow on her body. I knew I had satisfied her on the couch. I’d never seen a woman come like that. It was fucking art the way she did it. She wasn’t going to suddenly roll over and bolt out of here. Not with the sounds she made. Not with the way her body reacted to my every move. I held some kind of power over Alexa and we both knew it.
“If I stay, it’s going to make things worse,” she argued.
“And if you go, we don’t get to do this.” I waggled my eyebrows.
“If I’m seen in Austin another day, the press is going to report we’re together. It’s more than a kiss if I stay. It’s a headline.”
“So let them.” I leaned down, flicking my tongue over her nipple. It puckered into a hard peak, begging for my teeth to toy with it some more. Fuck, she drove me crazy. I wondered how many different ways I could make her come. Was there anything she wouldn’t do?
“And this? What is it if I stay? Do you want another headline with me? Is this more press for you?”
I looked in her eyes.
“This is what you want it to be.”
I couldn’t resist her tit any longer. My teeth latched on it, sucking with possessiveness.
“God, Luke,” she groaned. Her hands urged my head closer before trying to shove me off. “Is this part of the plan? Part of the great PR campaign for redemption?” she asked through panted breaths. “You need my good girl name?”
The planning meeting never got past the hospital ambush. That was all Charlie had outlined for me. She wanted Austin to start to make the connection that underneath the playboy act it was possible I had a heart of gold, buried under the scowl and the tattoos. Life had made me tough, and all it took was the influence of a good woman to make me some kind of loveable teddy bear. It was fucking laughable. I didn’t have a hard life. I was born and raised in a small Texas town. Great parents who raised two football-loving sons. One a people pleaser. The other a hard-headed prick.
Alexa writhed under my touch. “You have everything to gain and I have everything to lose.”
She was fucking right. This girl could save me. And I could destroy her.
Getting lost in her. Burying myself in her was the first time I thought salvation was something I wanted. Her eyes on me stoked a new desire. A desire for something bigger than myself.
I didn’t want to be the Luke Canton that everyone else saw me as. I wanted to be the Luke Canton that Alexa saw me as. The man she relied on to protect her when we were in the parking garage. The quarterback who would pay his last penny for a private concert with her. The man she needed to unlock the secrets of her body. She fucking needed me.
“Then don’t tell anyone.” I didn’t need her because Charlie dictated it. I needed her for me. She was my perfect dirty secret.
“What?” She tried to prop herself on her elbows, but I was making my way down the silky skin surrounding her navel. She flattened on the mattress with a soft sigh.
“I don’t care about using your image. That was never my shitty idea. It won’t happen again.”
I took my time, pressing her folds back with my fingers, feasting my eyes on her swollen clit. It was as if it were pulsing a rhythm for me. I licked my lips.
With a quick snatch, Alexa pulled a pillow to her chest. That wasn’t going to help her when I got started.
“Really?” She barely got the word out. “You won’t?”
“No. I swear.” I wanted the argument to be over. I wouldn’t touch her name. Only her body.
I blew a warm whisper of air between her legs, pinning her velvet layers into position. God, she was even waxed to perfection, pointing me to right where I wanted to be.
“You haven’t answered my question,” I reminded her.
Her eyes were glazed with lust. I could smell the musky scent seeping between her legs. My cock was a hard rod of steel, ready to possess her one more time. But not until she said the words.
The stakes were different now.
I had an entirely different offer than I did last night.
“Do you want me to let you go, or do you want to stay and be fucked?” I’d never given a woman the option to be mine. I’d never wanted anything more than a good-time fuck. But with Alexa one time. Two times. Not enough. Not fucking close.
Her nails dug into the contours of her side. She twisted her hips, pumping with sexy hip action, trying to get more from me, but I held her where I wanted her. I watched the pink bud throb—God, she fucking wanted me.
With one word that swollen clit would be mine. I’d bury my cock so far inside her there would be no going back. Her slick honey coated her. My dick would slide with fiery heat, claiming her with authority.
Her manicured nails raked closer to me, digging into her thighs. The tips pressed at the peak of her knees and I almost fucking lost it. She spread her legs wider almost dropping them to the blanket as if she could read my mind.
“Fucked,” she moaned. “I want to be fucked.”
Her tits pebbled and the cream between her legs flowed.
I needed only one taste. One second inside her like this. Taking in every ounce of sinful heaven she offered.
I thumbed the end of my cock swirling the precum over the head before I reared back and sank into her with power that branched from every part of my body.
Just a few pumps like this I told myself. Only a minute with nothing between us. She was mine. Alexa Wilde was mine to fuck and she stayed in my bed because this was exactly what she wanted.
Fifteen
Alexa
My hands instantly clutched the taut muscles of Luke’s backside when he thrust his thick dick between my legs. Relief. Pain. Ecstasy. I sighed.
I was sore from last night, but with a few thrusts I stretched around him and the burn turned to an undeniable sensation that tingled all the way to my toes.
He pushed forward on his palms, his massive body hovered over me, sending his steel to hit my inner walls with blinding electric shocks.
“Ohh,” I cried, loving it. Wanting it again and again.
He pulled out, nuzzling the head of his cock over my clit before driving back inside me with slow grinding pressure. The searing heat was unbelievable. The connection. The friction. The fever between our bodies.
“Fuck, Alexa,” he groaned. “I don’t want to stop fucking this way.” The raw flesh of our bodies craved each other.
And then I realized how reckless we were being.
“C-condom,” I sputtered, trying to focus on what was in the nightstand.
The idea of Luke pulling out of me and sheathing his superior cock with a layer between us made me want to cry in disagreement. I liked sex just like this. Skin on skin. I take that back. I liked sex with Luke like this.
“You feel too damn good.” He bit my shoulder, hilting himself so far I gulped for air.
I whimpered. He was right. Again. I needed it again.
“I feel it every time you squeeze my cock. God, Alexa,” he groaned. “I feel how hot and wet you are. How fucking tight your sweet pussy is.” He closed his eyes, driving into me.
I arched welcoming the intensity. Needing it. Craving it.
“But shouldn’t we…” The bedside drawer wasn’t out of reach, but if he separated his body from mine it would feel like he had to walk a mile to come back.
I nodded. Was it crazy I wanted it too? I was terrible at staying on any kind of birth control regimen when I was on the road. But that was going to change. I wanted more sex with Luke like this.
And somehow we had made a pact. A decision. I didn’t know what to call it. A secret affair? Sex on the side? On his bed, in the middle of the day I agreed to keep seeing him for this. I’d find a way to stay on the pill. Timers on my phone. Helena’s help. Whatever it took.
“Get on your knees, baby.”
My eyes gave away my hesitation.
“Now,” he growled.
My heart beat faster and a new jolt of adrenaline raced through my veins. I rolled onto my stomach, pushing up with my hands so that I was on all fours.
Luke nestled behind me, gripping my hips with his million-dollar hands.
Instead of thrusting inside me, I cried out with white-hot pleasure when he lifted me and rocked my hips backward, slamming me onto his cock.
“Oh fuck, your pussy is soaking wet.”
I jolted upright again on my knees, landing a second time on his wide shaft. The pleasure split through me.
“Fuck, Alexa.” He swept the hair from my neck, gaining access to my skin. His lips sucked and bit while I rode his hard dick with relentless pursuit.
His hands twisted and plucked at my nipples. I whimpered, but we kept up the punishing pace. My hands lifted in the air and wrapped to the back of his neck, clutching him for balance.
I knew all I needed was one touch and the epic orgasm that had been building would be free.
I’d be free.
I bounced slower, gyrating my hips, looking for the friction my clit needed for release. I moaned with the unbearable need building inside me.
“Please, Luke,” I begged. “I want to come.” I didn’t know I had this ability. To open my body to so many climaxes.
My back pressed against his chest. The sweat from our bodies gliding between us. My tits jutted forward, aching from the attention his greedy fingers gave them. And my swollen clit hummed and throbbed. It pulsed with demand.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded, his voice deep and gruff in my ear.
It wasn’t as if I’d never done that before. But never in front of someone.
I drifted one hand from his neck and settled it between my heated folds. Holy shit I was wet. I moaned when my fingertips brushed against the swollen nub.
“Fuck me baby while you show me how you make yourself come,” he ordered.
I inhaled for air before my fingers deftly strummed over the tight bud that had me in intoxicating pain. I was mindless with lust and greed for his body. I wanted to show him I could be a fucking hellcat.
My breasts bobbed wildly. My thighs tightened. I arched my back into the planes of Luke’s chest. He nipped my ear between his teeth, coaxing me to come harder and faster.
“Fuck me,” he growled. “Show me how you like to touch that sweet pussy of yours.”
“Ohh, Luke.” I threw my head back, knowing I was lost. Lost to his commands. Lost to the pleasure he gave me. Lost to the new addiction I had found.
I couldn’t hold on to a single thread of gravity. The most epic orgasm of my life had started unraveling in my body. It was intense and mind-blowing. I loved sex with him. It was everything sex was supposed to be.
Luke roared over my shoulder as he picked me up and slammed me again on his length. I screamed his name, knowing he had peaked too. The warmth of my arousal slid down my thigh. Our heavy breathing slowed. I leaned into his chest—this time with a quiet connection.
His chest heaved with a giant breath and we worked to untangle our knees so we could lie down. I flopped onto the pillow with a silly grin on my face. There was no doubt what we had just done was worth a missed flight home.
“Fuck.”
I heard the alarm in Luke’s voice.
I sat upright. “What’s wrong?”
The look on his face scared the shit out of me.
“The condom broke.”
Sixteen
Luke
I looked at the shredded rubber still attached to my dick. The end had blown off. No fucking way. I hopped from the bed and walked to the bathroom. I closed the door. I needed a damn minute to think alone. I flushed the remnants and started the shower.
My first instinct was to sue the fucking condom manufacturer. I always bought the same magnum, extra ribbed, extra thin. Those babies were my fucking go-to.
My second instinct to ask Alexa about her birth control. A girl like that had to be on the pill.
I heard a tap on the door.
“Luke?”
“Yeah, getting in the shower.” I ran both my hands over my head. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Ok, can I join you?” Her sweet voice was muffled through the door.
I turned the latch. She stood in front of me, holding the sheet to her chest. Her blue eyes cut to my soul. I grabbed a towel from the linen closet and threaded it through the rack for her.
Without a word she walked inside the double shower while I held the door open for her. The floor was made from river rocks I’d had brought in from the Hill Country. It was a reminder of home. When things were easier. When I could float down the river in a tube with a cold beer and a bunch of friends.
“Even your shower is gorgeous.” She looked around at the tile.
“Err, thanks.”
The sex was fucking out of this world. So intense. So powerful. I’d wanted to fuck her so badly I’d blown through the damn condom. I shouldn’t have been so surprised. We were rough and hungry for each other. I’d never fucked another woman with such fervent passion. Never.
For the first time in my life I’d agreed to have a relationship—some kind of relationship. And now I was standing in the shower looking into the ocean blue eyes of a girl I might have knocked up.
“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked. “The condom thing?”
I could be a complete dick and act like everything was fine when we both knew it wasn’t, or I could act like a man and hit this head on.
I shrugged. “You’re on the pill, right? I’m not too worried.” Deflection and lies—my real go-to.
She bit her lip as the rainfall droplets fell from the showerhead, splashing our shoulders.
“Sort of. Not regularly.” She didn’t look as freaked out as I felt.
“Shit.”
“You’re right though. It’s probably fine. The chances are so small and I doubt I’m even in that window. I’ll take one as soon as we get out of the shower.”
“But when did you take the last one?” I sounded like her damn doctor.
I didn’t know shit about women’s bodies other than how to make them come harder and more times than they ever had.
She twisted those pretty suckable lips together.
“Four days? Maybe five?”
“Hell.”
Her fingertips pressed into my forearm. For a second it steadied me. “It was one time, Luke. We’re fine.”
“Yeah.” I let the ice-cold death grip that had seized my lungs go. “Yeah, we’re fine.”
Alexa acted like everything was ok. She shampooed her hair and lathered up with soap. If she wasn’t freaking out, neither was I. There was no way she was pregnant. No way she had my baby inside her.
Instead of turning me off the thought made my cock rigid. I looked down to see my erection grow between us. It was the last thing I wanted—the last thing I needed. A baby. But the idea that I had fucked her so deeply was the hottest shit I’d ever thought about. I gazed at her flat belly.
“Do you think we could order some real food?” she asked. “I’m starving and maybe still a little buzzed from the bourbon, or maybe it was the sex.” She smiled playfully.
&n
bsp; “We could go out,” I suggested.
She eyed me. “I don’t want to sound like a bitch, but I was serious earlier. I can’t be seen with you Luke. I want to stay.” Her eyes dropped innocently. “I want to be here with you, but I don’t know if my brand can survive you.”
I chuckled. It was as if she had called me a vampire or even something more toxic like a werewolf. My bite wasn’t that bad.
I gripped her chin and tilted her lips toward me. “I get it, baby.”
I kissed her, sucking the air from her, while she ground her hip against my thigh. I didn’t need the fucking drama either. Charlie was going to have to come up with another way to build my new choir boy image.
“Really?” Her eyes darted back and forth.
“Damn.” My hands slid over her slick wet curves. “Just how long did you want to extend your stay in Austin?” I cupped her ass like I owned it. After the past twenty-four hours, I was damn sure I did. I owned every inch of this woman’s body.
Seventeen
Alexa
We sat in front of Luke’s fireplace on the floor. There were more boxes of Chinese food than I’d ever seen. He had ordered everything on the menu. He wasn’t shy about eating. I knew athletes had voracious appetites and he showed me just how true that was. It was the opposite for me. I had to watch every calorie. Every carb.
I stuck my chopsticks into the box of sticky rice at the same time he reached for some.
“Hey.” I batted him away, giggling. He jabbed back at me.
The food was good. My stomach had finally stopped growling. I thought Luke felt bad about starving me for so long, but he made up for it with amazing sex. It was a better staple around her than having cereal or bread on hand.
When the delivery driver dropped off the order, I made sure to stay out of sight. I felt like an outlaw, hiding behind the blinds. Ignoring Jake’s calls. Disappearing while I sorted everything out with Luke.