Touchdown and Dirty

by Sidda Lee Rain

  Roxy drank as she took in his kitchen. Modern and very sleek—completely opposite of her taste. She preferred warm and homey.

  Watching her as she drank was havoc on his hard-on as it strained against the fabric that restrained him. Her throat muscles as she swallowed had all sorts of dirty things running through his mind. Although, waiting for her to speak was killing him. Just when he was about to speak, Roxy broke the silence.

  “We need to talk.”

  Not what he wanted to hear from her….at all.

  He nodded, held out his hand, and was relieved when she took it and went with him into the living room. Instead of turning on the overhead lights, he chose a lamp on an end table next to the couch. Another win when she sat down next to him on the big black leather sectional—typical bachelor furniture, he supposed.

  “What is it?” he asked, taking her glass and setting it down on the metal and glass coffee table that sat just in front of them.

  Looking at him, Roxy had a hard time finding words that didn’t make her sound like a fool.

  “I don’t date patient’s….ever.” Turning toward him, her eyes quickly took in the bulge in his pants and then the want in his face. She was done fighting this—it was going to happen. One hundred percent inevitable. “This can’t be more than tonight, agreed?”

  Gut reaction? Telling her hell no! Dammit, one night wouldn’t be enough with her. Figuring he could deal with that tomorrow, tonight he’d agree to just about anything to get Roxy to stay with him.

  Clayton nodded. “Agreed.”

  She expected some kind of fight. After all, they fought; that’s what they did.

  “Whatever you want, Sunshine—just stay with me tonight.” His words matched the heat in his eyes and Roxy stopped resisting.

  Like a desperate woman, Roxy threw her lips against his. Though he tried to refuse her advance, her mouth and tongue against his lips were making it impossible. After a brief moment of futile resistance, Clayton was returning her kisses; the two were lost in a passionate embrace by then. He was used to leading.

  Clayton wasn’t even sure how it happened, but within seconds, the beautiful woman was straddling him on the sofa, any other thoughts long forgotten. Only scenes playing in his head starred this luscious bombshell with a lot less clothing and even less inhibitions.

  Being seduced was nothing new to him, but this minx was using her feminine wiles to lead him and Clayton was ready to flip this script. He wasn’t crazy enough to walk away from Roxy’s willing body, but he’d be running the show from this point on.

  Breaking the intense melding of their mouths, he asked, “You sure you want this, Roxy?” He couldn’t live with her regret.

  Lord knew she did. Fiercely. No doubt about it.

  “Definitely.”

  Roxy rocked her hips against his hardness, grinding into him as much as she could with their clothes still between them. Strong, rough hands continued to guide her hips in a steady rhythm. His eyes never left hers, as if he could read her inner thoughts, hoping they were the same as his.

  Roxy’s hair fell in a curtain and shielded them from the rest of the world. Her deep green eyes closed as she kissed him again before standing to dispose of her boots, jeans, and shirt. Clayton sat entranced by the whole scene before him. Normally, he’d assist in this part, but watching as Roxy undressed before him was incredibly sensual. The fact that she didn’t hide her curves from him was a fucking turn-on. Too many women were far too self-conscious over their bodies, far too many. Seeing her as the strong confident woman she obviously was made his dick even harder.

  “Goddamn, look at this sexy ink. And, I remember these hot panties from the glimpse I was gifted with this morning.”

  Unable to watch any longer and not touch, Clayton stood and lightly traced his thumb across that bottom pouty lip he was growing so fond of, following it with his tongue. “You’re absolutely gorgeous. I’m not positive where I want to start tasting you first.”

  He felt her breath hitch and it made him smirk, knowing she was as affected by him as he was by her. Letting his hand slowly trace from her neck downward, he watched as her chest rose and fell rapidly with each sporadic breath. Her heart beat violently beneath his palm. His eyes focused on her puckered nipple that was obvious through the lace of her bra and he felt his mouth water. “Please don’t stop. I’ll give you anything you want, Clayton, just don’t stop.” Shocked by Roxy’s complete submission, he attacked her mouth.

  Her needy feminine sigh had his already seething erection hardening to the point of pain.

  This time, Clayton pushed her onto the couch. Pushing aside her dark locks, he ran his tongue along her shoulder and across her clavicle sucking on that tender spot just above her breast. Letting his hands wander, he was taken aback by the silkiness of the lower swell of her breast as he pulled the lace under the mounds he craved.

  “Holy shit! You have pierced nipples.” Call him what you may, but Clayton was proud of himself for not blowing his load at the sight of those silver hoops with small the blue bead in the center of them. He had never been with a woman with nipple piercings before.

  “Please.” It was all she said but he understood what she wanted. Oh, he’d give her what she wanted, but he was going to do it his way.

  Reaching in front of him, he plucked a cube of ice from the water glass. Settling beside Roxy on the couch, Clayton watched her eyes as he trailed the ice over her full lips and down her chin. Her heated flesh left droplets of water in a trail down her chest. His mouth lapped the path the water made until he found himself at her breasts. Her body quaked beneath his lips and he smiled against her skin.

  Clayton slowly lead the frozen cube down her body, over her the soft flesh of her tummy until he reached the juncture of her thighs. Pulling her boy short style panties to the side he gazed at her almost bare pussy. There was nothing but a landing strip leading the way straight to heaven. Surprised there wasn’t steam coming from the coldness meeting the heat escaping her core. Roxy was already damp for him.

  “Oh God,” she said as she wantonly ground her pussy against his hand at the same time clenching his hair as he suckled her right breast. His mouth was filled with flavors of Roxy mixed with a metallic taste of her nipple ring.

  The alpha male inside him wanted to break free and pound his chest as he felt her shiver in his arms as he worked her sex with the quickly melting ice cube. He parted her and felt how slick she was as he pushed what was left of the cube inside her.

  Roxy gasped at the sensation from the heat of his thick rough fingers perfectly rubbing her clit mixed with the chill of the melting ice.

  When she whimpered, he was thankful he’d have this memory for the rest of his life.

  Why did this woman affect him like she did?

  “Clayton, I want you now,” she demanded as she pulled his shirt up and over his head within seconds.

  “Whoa! Just a sec—”

  Wait, why was he slowing down?

  When Clayton saw her lick her lips as she relieved him of his pants and boxer briefs, he had to close his eyes for a second and take a deep breath.

  Seeing her intentions, he stopped her immediately, “Roxy, no way can you put your mouth on me.”

  “I want to. I promise you’ll love it.” Looking down at her, she seemed so petite, so innocent but he knew she was neither of these. Those big emerald eyes beneath those long lashes were a bit of evil hidden within beauty.

  “I’m sure I would love it. No doubt. I want you, Roxy. I want to be in you.”

  “Then take me.”

  He released a low growl and let his eyes wander over her body again, deciding just how he wanted her.

  “Turn around and grab the back of the couch.” Not only did she listen, but she didn’t make a sound as she waited for further instructions. Clayton fumbled through his pants pockets looking for his wallet and his miniature insurance policy.

  “Roxy, I gotta say you look gorgeous right now. Your pussy smells
as good as you look.”

  She felt herself blush but never muttered a word back. He made her feel sexy. Although, no one had ever mentioned the scent of her arousal before. She could feel his eyes on her without even looking. Never had she been quite so brazen, but never had she wanted a man as much as she wanted Clayton Karz at that moment. He could think what he wanted of her come morning, but she was giving herself tonight.

  “You better hang on sweetheart; this is going to get a little rough.” He followed the curves of her ass as he stood behind her, smoothing his palms down her back. Sweet Jesus! She did have a tattoo on her right thigh that stopped just below her luscious ass. A ’54 Cadillac Eldorado in baby blue—it explained the look in her eyes as she stroked his Escalade earlier.

  He slid his erection through her wet folds. Her clit was slick, the moisture sneaking down her thighs. Roxy widened her stance and Clayton lined himself up before he gripped her hips then plunged inside that molten core.

  “Holy shit!” The woman was hot as hell and fit him like a glove. This was going to be over too quickly if he didn’t slow down and catch his breath.

  Roxy had other plans as she pushed back into him repeatedly.

  Clayton attempted slow smooth strokes at first but his restraint was fading fast. He felt the sweat run down his back as he struggled for control.

  Wrapping his right arm around her, he could feel her tits bounce with each shallow stroke. He could hear her suck in her breath each time he withdrew his shaft from her dripping slit. He could taste her perspiration along her neck and shoulders. Without a second thought, he bit down on that tender flesh where her shoulder met her neck and when Roxy screamed, he lost all control.

  He pounded into her relentlessly. Each mewling noise took him closer to the edge.

  Having such a powerful man like Clayton Karz losing control because of her was heady stuff. The feel of his muscular quads against her soft thighs was intense. His arm was like a steel band around her. So hard on her body but she loved every second of it. A purely masculine scent filled her nose and his grunts were a huge fucking turn on.

  Dropping his hand down to her swollen sex, he stroked her just right until she felt the telltale signs of her upcoming orgasm.

  Feeling her interior muscles fluttering around his cock Clayton knew she was close to detonation. He’d been fighting off his own. Instinctively, he worked his fingers faster, concentrating on that swollen little bud and as she began to arch against him he bit down harder on her shoulder.

  Instantly she screamed, “Ohhhhhhhhhh fuck!” He felt her pussy spasm, trying to suck his cock in even deeper. Her thrashing and moaning undid him.

  “Hang on Roxy, I’m gonna use you hard.” Legs that could run plays for hours with pounds of pads on were now just barely able to continue holding him up. Sweat dripped down his forehead, his legs trembled, and his hearing was muted as he came hard inside of her. Head back, eyes closed, he groaned as he emptied himself inside of her willing body.

  Listening to Clayton groan as he came and feeling his cock pulsing inside of her set her off again. That had never happened before. But, here she found herself coming again as he still throbbed inside of her. If only she could’ve felt him without the condom.

  Neither moved, neither said a word for a few minutes. Clayton finally broke the silence, “You’re okay, right?”

  Roxy held in her laugh but answered with a laughable, “I’m more than okay, dumbass.”

  Chapter 12

  It was Friday; that meant she didn’t work in the clinic. However, she had to go inside to get her helmet from her office and the keys to the Suzuki so she could head home. Not that it was Roxy’s first walk of shame, but it was the first one she ever had to do at work. Not something she ever wanted to repeat. Especially when Missy eyed her from her seat behind the desk. The twit’s eyes slid slowly from her boots to her ponytail.

  5, 4, 3, 2—

  “Would you call this a late night or an early morning?” the receptionist asked.

  It was none of her damn business where she had been or who she had been doing.

  “Since it’s not even eight o’clock, I’ll go with early morning.”

  Bitch.

  Unlocking her office door, Roxy snatched her helmet and keys and immediately headed out, not slowing as she passed the front desk. Missy could think what she wanted. It would serve the nitwit right if she figured out Roxy had spent the night with Karz since Missy clearly wanted her own ride on the Clayton express.

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  Clayton always met with the team’s trainers Friday mornings and Monday afternoons. He looked forward to these days—it had been the closest to being part of the team as he’d gotten in recent months.

  However, today he couldn’t get her outta his head.

  Dropping her off at the clinic this morning was bittersweet. Roxy had wanted to leave in the middle of the night, but thankfully, he’d been able to convince her to stay. God, he hoped her scent stayed on his sheets. Just as he suspected, one night with her wouldn’t be enough. After they had finally made it to the comfort of his bed, they had turned to each other two more times before dawn. Lord have mercy, were they ever harmonized in the sack.

  Clayton had used her hard. Hell, he’d bitten her, and it only inflamed her. Roxy had matched him thrust for thrust. Not once had he felt she’d held herself back from him during their explosive escapade. Without shame, she’d taken her pleasure, sought her own release, and had expected him to do the same.

  He leaned back against his seat as he readjusted himself.

  So many women he’d bedded were sexually repressed. Of course, that’s not how they came on to him, but once they hit the sheets, the truth became clear. The hunt and chase were an enjoyable part of the encounters, but nothing held a candle to a woman who loved sex and didn’t hide it in bed. Roxy? The woman not only could light a candle, but she could burn the fuckin’ house down before he’d even notice.

  This morning, after they had showered and dressed, he’d seen the moment she put the wall up. Suddenly, Roxy was ready to leave and he could either drive her or she’d call a cab; it didn’t matter to her. Panic? Clayton hoped that’s what it had been. Knowing he had agreed to just the one night, scared him thinking she might actually try to hold him to it. That was the last fucking thing he wanted. Last. Fucking. Thing.

  Shit! Tonight was the Inner City Academic Achievers Banquet, and he had to make an appearance…with a date. Roxy crossed his mind, but he figured she’d never go for it. Probably, not the best idea to take his rehabilitation therapist on his arm anyhow. That would only ignite the I don’t date patients conversation again. There was always one of his reserves and even if it was short notice, Clayton wasn’t worried. If one said no there was always another.

  That had been exciting at one time, but today he just wished for one luscious woman who tasted as tangy as her personality. Miss Roxy Shaw.

  Pulling into his parking spot outside Pittsburg’s training field, he sent a text to one of his possible escorts for the night.

  Roxy took a ride along Keystone Lake even though she had been there less than 24 hours earlier with Karz. Today, it was about enjoying the view and the feel of the bike beneath her. Last night, Clayton had taken full control and as she drove around the lake, she felt as if she was getting some of her control back. Not that she didn’t enjoy following his lead—lordy, had she ever. Knowing part of the feelings she was struggling with was because she had enjoyed it so much. Dammit! He was a patient—her patient. That meant off limits, always had meant off limits.

  Why had she caved with him?

  No answers came to her. Just as they hadn’t this morning as the sunlight poured through the skylights in his bathroom. Roxy wasn’t sure if she had turned to him or vice-versa, but after they had calm soothing and absolutely fanfuckingtastic morning sex, they both climbed in the shower in the dark. Neither had left the confines of the granite stall before the sun had started to rise.

 
; She had to get out and fast.

  With few words, Clayton had taken her to the clinic, and she offered him good luck with the team trainers today and most likely Coach Gresser. His eyes practically burned her and before he could say anything, like a coward, she turned and headed for the safety of the clinic walls. Roxy was fairly certain she had heard him laugh but no way in hell would she risk turning back to see.

  As good as the drive felt, her mind was nowhere near clear and she had to get ready for tonight. Dolling herself up wasn’t a regular event and to be honest, it took time. Michael would be picking her up at her door at six—that gave her nine hours to be completely ready.

  She smiled to herself.

  Most likely, she’d need every minute of that, too. If only jeans and boots were acceptable attire. Sadly, they were not. Roxy had a few formal dresses with heels to match. But, would they fit? That was another matter. Oh, she was well aware of the recent fifteen pounds she’d packed on during her brief break between jobs. For years, she had adored Denver but after her last patient, she didn’t hold the same adoration for the place anymore. That’s part of the reason she had decided the move to Pennsylvania. When, just as easily she could’ve kept her townhouse in Denver and returned after the assigned three weeks with Karz. Pittsburg seemed like as good as place as any to escape to. Here she was.

  Here she was in a predicament that she’d have never imagined a week ago.

  What in the hell is wrong with me?

  Chapter 13

  “What the hell is wrong with you, Karz?” Coach Gresser yelled after watching the quarterback hesitate to the point that a pass wouldn’t be an option if he hadn’t practicing with his own teammates.

  “Get over here.”

  Taking a deep breath, Clayton wondered if this was the moment he’d be told to put away his gear and pack his pads. Jesus, he hoped Roxy’s ideas on the new therapy worked. The numbness was going to kill his career before he was able to make his comeback.