Game For Tonight (Entangled Brazen) (Game for It)

by Karen Erickson

  “What about it?”

  “You didn’t really think Willow meant she wanted to have an orgy with us…did you?” He couldn’t imagine Willow being serious about it, but weirder things had happened. The talk in the locker room turned filthy more often than not. Stories were shared there that would set Aubrey’s head spinning—and her ears burning. After hearing them tossed around so often, he’d become kind of numb to the outrageous tales. He could handle it, knew how to tune out their voices.

  Flynn was exhausted enough just playing football. He couldn’t imagine trying to pleasure two women at once. Dating a variety of women in one night.

  He worried one was too much. Could he really handle a relationship with Aubrey? Being torn in too many different directions, having to please his father, his coach, his teammates, himself, and a woman on top of all of that? Could he deal?

  His head was spinning just thinking about it.

  “No. Are you serious? Don’t tell me you believed it. She phrased it all wrong. I would’ve never even thought she was implying a swapping situation between us, if Nick hadn’t been such a jerk and made the orgy reference.” Aubrey shook her head with a little sigh. “I think I need to work on him some more. As his publicist, I need to control that mouth of his. What if he said something like that in public?”

  “He wouldn’t. He’s not that stupid. And hell, you never know.” He shrugged, feeling like an ass. “I’ve heard some crazy stories from my teammates when it comes to women. They’ve all seemed to do some outrageous stuff.”

  “I’m sure,” she said wryly. “You don’t have any crazy stories to contribute?”

  Flynn shook his head, relieved that she was acting like her normal, sweet-Aubrey self. “Not really.” If he wanted to be an asshole, he could tell them about his nights with Aubrey. But he wouldn’t do that. What he shared with Aubrey was just between them.

  God, look what this woman did to him. It was bad enough, the wholesome image he put on for all of America to see. To start thinking with such an aw-shucks attitude was ridiculous. He was starting to believe his own hype.

  Now, that was damn scary.

  “You’ve got nothing?” She sounded like she didn’t believe him. “No outrageous fan who would do anything to get into your pants and finally wore you down? Then you finally banged her just to get rid of her?”

  He winced. “Hell no. That would make me all sorts of an ass, wouldn’t it?”

  “No, it would make you a typical guy who became a professional athlete and had to deal with fame and women coming at him quicker than he could process it. What guy could resist that? What man wouldn’t make a few mistakes along the way?” She threw her hands up in the air, almost like she was disappointed that he hadn’t been a total player.

  “Not me. I didn’t,” he said emphatically, settling heavily on the edge of the bed. He gazed up at her, surprised that she seemed so damn…disappointed in his nonplayer status. “Is that what you want, Aubrey? A guy who’s banged an endless number of faceless, nameless chicks? Some asshole, whose sole purpose in life is to get laid? Because I hate to disappoint you, but I’m not that guy.”

  She stared down at him, her gaze seeming to see everything, all that he’d just laid bare. He wondered if what he’d just said had been a total mistake. Dread consumed him and made his heart heavy, his head throb. “I don’t want that type of guy,” she murmured.

  That wasn’t what he’d expected her to say. He’d been prepared for a fight, so her admitting that surprised him. “Tell me what you want, then,” he demanded.

  Without a word, she knelt before him, her slender hands resting on his knees, spreading them apart so she could move in between them. Her scent wrapped around him, soft and floral and so deliciously her, he wanted to bury his face in the crook of her neck and breathe her in. “I want you, Flynn.”

  “I want you, too.” This was not a time for words—at least lots of words. He might say something he’d regret. So he remained silent, sliding his hands into her hair, the soft strands curling around his fingers. He just wanted to touch her. Stare at her. Savor this night and end it on the right note.

  Naked. In bed with Aubrey.

  “I have a question for you.” She swept her thumb across his chin, her seemingly innocent touch sending sparks of awareness scattering throughout his body.

  “Go for it,” he said warily. He had no idea where she would take this conversation next.

  “Have you ever had a blow job?” she asked, her expression devoid of any emotion beyond innocent questioning.

  Yeah. Unpredictable. This woman drove him crazy. “I’ve had a few blow jobs.” And more than a few had been offered to him. That was a football groupie’s favorite gift to give. He’d turned them all down endless times. A ridiculous amount of times, really. The very last thing he wanted was someone to leak a story of how she’d gone down on Golden Boy Flynn Foley and made him come in her mouth.

  Yeah. His parents would kill him. His fans would hate him. So not the image he wanted portrayed.

  “I bet it’s been a while though, right?” He released his grip on her hair as she ran her hands from his knees up his thighs, her touch featherlight, her fingers spread wide for what he figured was maximum touching. Moving in closer, her breasts almost brushed against his chest. They entranced him. Made him want to reach out and squeeze and test just how soft that sweater was.

  Well, he knew how soft that sweater was, but he wanted to feel it again. Maybe slip his hands beneath the fabric this time.

  “Yeah, it’s been a while.” He cleared his throat at his raspy voice. If she was offering, he’d take one from her right now. He could only imagine sinking his cock between those pretty plump lips and watching her lick and suck…

  “And you’ve never had sex with another woman.” She straightened her back, making herself as tall as she could, and he tilted his head, realizing they were face-to-face. He let his cheek brush against hers, their noses nuzzling. “Until me. Right?”

  Did she need confirmation again? “Until you,” he whispered, his mouth moving against her skin. God, she smelled good, and she was so damn soft. He could get lost in this, in her.

  A little moan escaped her as she wrapped her hand around his nape, effectively trapping him. Like he wanted to escape? This scenario had the potential to turn into something freaking amazing. He just knew it. “Do you know how much of a turn-on that is, knowing that I was your first?”

  “You don’t say?” He was shocked. His virgin status had become this burden that hung around his neck, demanding to be rid of for good. He was glad it had been with Aubrey, because he trusted her. She was a good…friend.

  Screw it. She was more than that. Way more.

  “Oh yeah. It was intimidating at first. I won’t lie. But now…” She smiled and leaned her head back, letting their lips brush together in a simple yet wicked kiss. “I find it exciting. Humbling.”

  “Humbling?”

  “Definitely.” She nodded, giving him another quick kiss on the lips. “That you found me worthy enough to be the first woman you have sex with. That you waited this long… It’s quite unusual.”

  “I know.” His voice went flat.

  “Not in a bad way.” She rested her hand on his cheek, forcing him to meet her gaze. “We have all night to do whatever we want. What do you want to do?”

  “You,” he confessed, his voice whisper quiet.

  A slow, sexy smile curved her luscious lips. “Maybe you should touch me then, don’t you think?”

  …

  Aubrey almost wanted to burst out in triumphant laughter when Flynn reached out at her command and cupped her breasts, his fingers gently kneading them through her favorite sweater. He was such a total boob man. Though he did also seem enamored with her legs…

  In an instant, all urges to laugh disappeared as she became lost to Flynn’s assured touch. It was as if he knew her body better than herself. So scary, because this thing between them absolutely could not last. />
  But here she was, instead of staying away from him like she told herself to, they were becoming even more intimate. She’d offered up a blow job, when she should’ve blown him off.

  Oh well. May as well live it up for one more night.

  “Take off my sweater,” she told him, pleased when he slipped his hands beneath the hem and rested them at her waist. His fingers pressed into her bare skin, making her eyelids flutter, and then he was pushing the fabric up. Over her breasts, revealing her favorite, sexy bra.

  She lifted her arms to help him take the sweater off, and he yanked it over her head, making her shake her hair out. The garment fell from his fingertips onto the floor, but it was like he didn’t even notice. He was too engrossed with her chest, her breasts barely contained by the black lace demi-cup bra she’d purposely chosen to wear tonight. It made her breasts look huge, and she’d wanted every advantage she could get.

  “Goose bumps,” he said as he skimmed his finger, first, over one exposed, plump curve of her breast, then over the other. “You like it when I touch you here.”

  “I like it when you touch me everywhere,” she admitted, earning a light chuckle from him.

  He smiled, his finger never straying from her breasts as he started to circle it around her left nipple again and again, making it harder with every touch. “I like the lace.”

  “I wore the bra specially for you.”

  “Really?” He sounded surprised.

  “No, I wore it for Nick and Willow and our supposed orgy,” she joked, earning a hard glare from Flynn for her efforts.

  “I don’t like to hear you even joke about that. What he said was some crazy shit.”

  Ooh, look at Flynn, getting all fierce. She sort of liked it. “He was only joking.”

  “Still. I don’t need the reminder. Like I’d ever be okay with you doing anything like that.” He shook his head. “When we’re together, you’re mine, Aubrey.”

  Okay. The possessive tone in his voice should’ve sent out crazy, wow-look-at-the-alpha-tendencies-this-guy-has, what-a-jerk vibes. Instead, her skin grew warm, her nipples hardened, and the skimpy, matching black lace panties she wore were instantly soaked.

  All because Mister I’m-sort-of-an-asshole, keep-your-hands-off-my-woman spoke and said those possessive words so incredibly well.

  “And no way am I ever going to share you with anyone,” he continued, swooping in for a devastating kiss that would’ve snatched every argument from her head if she’d had any the moment Flynn’s lips touched hers, it was that delicious.

  But since she had no reason to argue, all was good.

  All was perfect. For now.

  He somehow undid the clasp on her bra, and she felt it loosen around her as he eagerly pushed the straps from her shoulders, helping her shed the lacy garment. She rested her hands on his chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one, her fingers brushing against all that golden, taut skin she exposed. She felt his sharp intake of breath against her lips when she brushed her finger against his nipple accidentally on purpose.

  Opening her eyes, she broke their kiss, watching him. “Tell me what you like,” she whispered as she pushed his shirt off his massive shoulders, marveling at how the fabric caught on his thick biceps. God, he was built like a beautiful, masculine machine. All finely tuned muscle and perfect coordination. He’d worked damn hard to get where he was at this point in his career, and his body showed it.

  And for tonight, it was hers to touch and kiss and pleasure all she wanted.

  “I like you,” he said simply, reaching out to grab her by the waist, but she moved away at the last minute, loving the sight of his grumpy frown.

  “I like you, too.” She kissed him, a brief peck on the lips that had him reaching for more, but yet again, she dodged him. “But I want to know what you like. What turns you on. What do you want me to do to you?”

  “Whatever you want to do to me, I’m game,” he said, his grin huge.

  She rolled her eyes. Tonight wasn’t about the tease. She wanted to give him pleasure, however fleeting. Wanted to learn exactly what he liked, what drove him so crazy he lost all control.

  Yeah. She wanted that most of all.

  “That’s not good enough. I need more input.” She rested her hands at the front of his pants, her fingers curling around the waistband, brushing against the warm, bare skin of his stomach. His muscles flexed beneath her touch. “I think you like that.”

  Aubrey made quick work of the snap and zipper and shoved at his pants, and he had no choice but to stand so she could help him take them off. “Maybe you want more?”

  He blew out a harsh breath, the expression on his face nothing short of hungry. “I have an intense practice tomorrow…”

  “And I can help you relax so you’ll sleep like a baby tonight,” she finished for him, a sly smile curling her lips. She was topless, still in her jeans. He sat on the edge of the bed in only his underwear, his erection straining against the front. She felt wicked, young, and silly, like they were about to embark on something naughty and secret.

  Maybe it was the alcohol still flowing through her veins. Maybe it was the fact that she was forced into a bogus relationship with Flynn put together by the media—and Harvey. Maybe she…

  Just wanted to rebel and be with him one last time. She shouldn’t. She knew she shouldn’t, but it was like her body was working against her. Defying her.

  Tonight was about her. And Flynn. This could all fall apart tomorrow. It would definitely fall apart if they lost the game. Or worse, when he found out the truth. She needed to enjoy this moment with Flynn while she could. Before she lost him.

  Aubrey frowned. If she was being honest with herself, she didn’t like thinking of losing Flynn. Not at all.

  “Hey, I have a suggestion,” she said, causing him to glance up, his gaze meeting hers.

  “Yeah?”

  She nodded. “Let’s get naked.”

  Chapter Twelve

  “I thought that was always the plan,” Flynn answered, amusement lacing his voice. “Getting naked.”

  “Well, yeah. Of course, it was. But let’s get naked right now.” She stood and undid the snap of her jeans, shimmying out of the sleek denim and taking her panties with them. Flynn watched her, his lips parted, his eyes wide. She swore she saw his pulse leap at the base of his throat.

  Good. She liked getting such a strong reaction out of him.

  “Come on. Off with your undies.” She waved a hand in his direction.

  He winced. “Did you really just call them undies?”

  “I did. You’re lucky I didn’t call them Underoos.” She laughed when she saw the absolute mortification cross his handsome, expressive face. “Let’s go, Foley. Get to steppin’.”

  “You sound like one of the coaches on the field,” he muttered.

  “Hmm. I can be your coach.” She settled back down on her knees, reaching out so she could tickle her fingers across his flat-as-a-board stomach. “Tell me, what sort of practice do you need?”

  “You’re full of it tonight,” he said, watching her in wonder as she leaned in and pressed her mouth to his bare chest.

  She could feel his heart thundering beneath her lips, knew that he was as turned on for her as she was for him. Excitement raced through her veins, making her skin tingle as she darted out her tongue and licked a path down to his navel.

  He groaned, his hands coming up to curl around her head, his fingers sliding into her hair. Holding her to him as she let her mouth run lower, lower…until he was lifting his hips and she was tugging off his boxer briefs. Exposing him completely to her gaze and lips and hands.

  A wistful sigh escaped her as she studied him. He was beautifully built, with slim hips, perfectly cut abs, and thick thighs. And a very thick…

  Her cheeks heated just thinking it, but my God… He was magnificent. She wasn’t using that word lightly, either.

  Slipping her fingers around the base, she gripped him firmly as she dipp
ed her head and ran her mouth along the inside of his thigh. The hairs that grew there tickled her lips, she swore his erection seemed to grow and swell within the confines of her fingers, and she gave him a tentative stroke.

  Earning a harshly gasped curse for her efforts.

  Moving her mouth away from his thigh, she ran her lips down the length of his cock, mapping him with her tongue. He jerked in her grip. She could hear his accelerated breaths as he tried to gain control of himself.

  But she didn’t want him to gain control. She wanted him lost. Overwhelmed. Focused on nothing but her and how she gave him so much pleasure…

  “God, Aubrey.” Her name fell from his lips in a ragged groan, and she smiled, pursing her lips around the velvety head of his cock just before she drew him into her mouth. She sucked him in deep, as deep as she could get, and he ran his hand through her hair, pushing it back and gripping it in his fingers so he could watch.

  If that didn’t send a major pulse between her legs, she didn’t know what else could. She loved that he wanted to watch her do this to him. Had she ever been this aroused while going down on a man? She didn’t think so. It had always been an act she’d performed in the hopes the man she was with would simply return the favor. At least once.

  Tonight with this man was nothing about returning favors or being selfish. She was in the giving mood. More than anything, she just wanted Flynn to feel good. And she wanted to be the one responsible for making him feel good.

  “I’m gonna…” She glanced up to see him swallowing hard, his handsome features contorted, his skin covered in a light sheen of sweat. “Damn, Aub, you keep that up, I’m gonna come.”

  Aubrey pulled him out of her mouth, licking her lips. She could taste him. Musky, salty, and so deliciously male. “Maybe I want you to.” She ran her tongue up the side of his erection, then swirled it around the head, her gaze never leaving his.