Slam

by Holly S. Roberts

  “God, you’re sexy as hell when you kick ass,” he breathed against me. He didn’t give me time to respond. His mouth came down at the same time his hands went to my ass cheeks and lifted me. Wrapping my legs around his hips was pure instinct. I groaned into his mouth when his cock rubbed across my groin.

  “That’s disgusting,” I heard from the opposite sideline.

  Too damn bad. If Meagan didn’t like it, she could look away. Brack did his bitey lip thing that had my heart skipping beats and my panties going wet. This might go down as my favorite training session ever. His fingers gave my ass a final squeeze before he lowered me slowly down his body. My knees were shaky when my feet touched down.

  “Another hour, babe, and we can finish this,” I remarked with a wink before I turned. “Come on, Meagan, let’s work on my backhand so we can go home.”

  I don’t know what Jerry whispered to her, but she picked up her racquet and stormed over to the other side of the net. Knowing my coach, he probably offered money. I’d seen too many Meagans through the years. I tried to never take my athletic ability for granted. I did not want to be one of the Meagans of this sport.

  Though I worked out hard, I took it easy on my practice partner after giving her the belly bruise. I’d proved my point, or maybe Brack had. He was mine.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Brack had me call the hospital to check on Mack during our drive back to the apartment. They’d moved him to a private room and his mother answered with her surname.

  Guilt over the reason she was at the hospital with her son swamped me. “Uhh, umm, this is Olivia Stradmore, a friend of Brack’s. He’s, ah, driving and he wanted me to check on Mack.”

  “Hi, Mom,” Brack belted out from the driver’s seat.

  “Mom?” I mouthed. “I call her mom,” he mouthed back.

  I could hear the smile in her voice. “Tell Brack my boy’s sleeping now but was awake for short intervals several times today. He asked me to wake him when Brack called. He was very insistent about it. He’s sedated, though, so I don’t think there’s a chance of that for a few hours.”

  “We’ll come by tonight,” I told her.

  “If he wakes again, I’ll tell him. Thank you for calling, dear.”

  She wouldn’t say that if she knew her son almost died because of me. I thanked her and ended the call.

  “Visiting the hospital is not part of the plan,” Brack grumbled.

  “I need to assure myself that he’s okay. And, he wants to speak with you. What if he saw Ty?”

  Brack’s hand covered mine. “Seeing him won’t make you feel better. I planned to have one of my team over there as soon as he was conscious. Mack understands and it will only piss him off if we blow this. Ty knows Mack was snooping around. He doesn’t know me. If we go there, he’ll put two and two together. You know he’s watching.”

  He was. I could feel his eyes every so often. It creeped me out. “You felt him at the club today, too, didn’t you?”

  “He was around. Could have been a telescope for all I know, but he watched.”

  “Is that why you kissed me?” I asked unhappily.

  “Fuck no. I had a hard on the entire time you played. Your warm ups were hot, too.”

  I had to laugh. “Hot and sweaty turns you on, huh?”

  “You hot and sweaty turns me on. Running twinkle toes into the asphalt makes me hard as stone.”

  “Liked that did you?”

  He squeezed my hand again. “I liked that you didn’t take her shit on the court.”

  I sighed. “She has little natural talent. I’m worried about what happens when I face a worthy opponent. Even Jerry knows I’m not on top of my game or he wouldn’t have brought her out to practice with me.”

  “What’s it going to take to put you on top of your game?”

  I looked down into my lap. “I don’t know if I want it badly enough anymore.”

  Again he added a little pressure to my hand. “You want it. I saw that today. Ty doesn’t have a lot of patience. You’ll have your life back soon.”

  My life. Would it be one with or without Brack? We had a sexual connection, but neither of us mentioned a future together. He said he loved me and I had no idea what that entailed. I was too chicken shit to ask.

  Brack carried in his overnight bag when we returned to my apartment. He’d had one of his men pack and place it in the trunk. He’d had the same man fetch him a t-shirt from a local shop this morning after the detective left. He totally rocked dress pants, dress shoes, and a t-shirt. He used my rose-scented soap before we left for the country club and for some reason left him smelling hot-man scrumptious. Eau De Sweat Fest was my current body perfume not that Brack seemed to mind. Sander made a sweep of the apartment while Brack stood with me at my front door. Once Sander assured us all was clear, I walked straight to the kitchen for water. I filled a glass and drank it down in one unladylike chug. I filled the glass again and brought it to my lips. I turned slightly at the groan Brack made from the doorway.

  I smiled after downing the entire glass. “Take off the shades.”

  “Why?” he asked with a cocky grin.

  I matched his grin. “I want to see if eyes can truly smolder.”

  “They can, baby, I promise. Bend over the counter and I’ll show you what else is smoldering.”

  I turned, set the glass down, and rested my chest forward on the cool surface. I peeked over my shoulder and watched Brack remove his glasses.

  Wow, just wow. The wet gush between my legs should have surprised me. It didn’t. This is what Brack did to me. I’d been perpetually horny since meeting him. He came closer and rested the shades next to my water. His fingers slid beneath my skirt skimming under the band of my French-cut Fancy Pants. They kept going until he fingered the drenched material.

  “Mmm,” he said into my ear as his chest covered my back. “We need to do something about this.”

  I squirmed as a finger slid into my pussy. I closed my eyes and tried not to come undone. For some reason, having a Brack orgasm was easy for me. I fought it as he withdrew his finger, leaned away, and pulled the Fancy Pants down my legs. He left them at my ankles. He shucked his pants and entered me in one long stroke. I groaned against the counter and opened my eyes a bit. His hands came down on either side of me, his fingers splayed. I wanted to bite his straining forearms, but his cock kept me pinned to the counter. Shock waves buzzed through my pussy. Brack always hit the right buttons, the ones that circumvented whatever it was in my brain that made orgasms difficult for me. His cock and my pussy were part of the same puzzle. When the pieces locked the circuit completed and energy spiked. That energy was thrumming to an unheard beat—more powerful than I remembered it. He hit that special place inside me with each thrust and rubbed against my clit each time he withdrew. My body took him, stroked him, craved him. The orgasm ignited sending me to my toes. There was nothing on the counter to hold onto. My fingernails dug into the palms of my fisted hands as I rode the electric waves—crying out my release as it continued in blissful arcs.

  I finally came back from whatever alternate universe he’d thrown me into.

  “Don’t move,” he ordered as one hand went beneath me and found my clit.

  Another spike of Brack energy ripped through me. “I can’t take more,” I moaned.

  “Hell, baby, we’ve only begun.” He pinched my clit. The fuse that held me back broke again. He drove hard, his balls slapping against me. He didn’t let up until I pulsed around his cock. His chest came down on my back and he grasped my hands. He groaned against my back as his warm cum filled me. Our heavy breathing filled the kitchen. He placed a soft kiss between my shoulder blades.

  We’ve only begun rolled hazily through my head. The man would seriously kill me with orgasms if he continued. I was too wrung out to support myself. A yelp left my throat when Brack withdrew and picked me up in his arms. At least he took his shoes and pants off first. I, on the other hand, looked ridiculous with my Fancy
Pants around my ankles. He only smirked as he carried me into my room and sat me on the bed. He kneeled on the floor and removed my shoes before sliding my tennis undies over my feet.

  “Jump in the shower while I grab my bag,” he said as he helped me up from the bed.

  I needed to relax. At the same time, I felt a little let down. I wanted him pushing me. I needed dirty Brack in my psychotic life taking my mind away from the bad. I turned on the water keeping it cool against my overheated muscles. Brack entered the bathroom a few minutes later. I heard different sounds as he pulled things from his bag, or at least that’s what I thought he was doing.

  He stepped naked into the shower and I turned fully, leaning back against the cool wall. His cock was at attention and I licked my lips. I could look at him like this for the rest of my life. I loved his chest and the rippled muscles that defined his abs. God, the muscled indentations that separated his oblique muscles from those abs guided my eyes straight back to his erection. No male God created him. This was a woman’s work—a female artist with brushstrokes colored by pure sex.

  He stayed still and let me admire him. When I finally tore my gaze from his midsection and met his amazing eyes, they burned. It surprised me that the cold water didn’t steam.

  “Wash up, rinse off, and turn around. In that exact order,” his deep voice matched where my dirty thoughts took me.

  My breathing picked up. “You’re bossy,” I breathed out.

  “You love it. Now do as I said.”

  Two could play this game. I grabbed the soap and ran it slowly over my breasts. I watched him watching me. My smile became devious when my soapy fingers slipped along my pussy lips. His cock jumped.

  “Wash your hair and stop playing around,” he demanded.

  “You’re no fun,” I pouted as I exchanged the soap for shampoo. I did as directed, keeping my eyes on him until I washed the soap from my hair. He didn’t touch me. The throb in my core increased. Before he stepped into the shower, I’d thought I was past craving him with this need that actually hurt. I was wrong. I wiped the water from my eyes and opened them. He hadn’t moved. I almost forgot he’d told me to turn around, but slowly I followed his orders to the letter.

  “Hands above your head, palms on the wall.”

  At least I would die happy.

  “Spread your legs.”

  With each second that passed, my entire body awaited his touch. Anywhere. I just wanted his hands or cock on me, in me, fucking me. I sucked in a breath when his fingers slid along the crevice of my ass. He pulled his hands away and I heard a slight clanking noise. I faced the wrong way to see what he was doing. I pushed away from the wall a bit so I could turn.

  His words stopped me, “Don’t move.”

  Fuck, waiting was hard. My breathing sounded loud in my ears, louder than the spray hitting the shower floor.

  His fingers came back to their original spot. The shower water didn’t hit me. Something silky coated Brack’s fingers. He slid one into my ass. I involuntarily tightened my muscles—in dread… in anticipation… in fucking lust. This was it. My dirtiest fantasy was about to become reality.

  “Relax,” he whispered.

  “And how the fuck am I supposed to do that? I’m so turned on I could scream.”

  “Scream all you want,” he chuckled throatily as two fingers entered me. “This is only preparation. I’m not taking you like this until you’re on the bed.”

  My high-pitched groan was somewhere between the scream I promised and a whimper. God, I could come with just his fingers there. It ached in such a good way.

  “Relax and push against my fingers.”

  I did. When he tried to slip another finger inside it hurt. I tensed and he bit my neck where it met my shoulder. “Let go, baby,” he said as he licked the teeth marks. “This will feel good if you relax.”

  “Too good. I’ll come again.”

  His teeth moved over. He bit down slowly as his third finger slipped inside me. He pulled his fingers out gently before sliding them back in. That’s all it took. Holy fuck did my body explode. I would never go back to tennis boys. This orgasm was so strong I barely remained upright. He pushed against my shoulder so the wall supported me as he kept up a steady rhythm with his other hand. My orgasm was everywhere. I felt it in my clit, inside my pussy, and where his fingers fucked my ass.

  “That’s it, baby, get it out of your system.” He continued a steady stream of encouragement as his fingers widened inside me. Even with the orgasm spasms my body released, I worried that nothing he did would prepare me to take his cock. Maybe that was half the turn on for me. I craved just the edge of pain and he knew it.

  The sharp slap on my ass brought me out of the orgasm coma I slipped into. “Get out, dry off, and wait for me on the bed. I want your knees on the edge and spread. Put your forearms toward the center, palms flat. I need to wash up.”

  I didn’t look directly at him as I stepped from the shower and grabbed a towel. From the corner of my eye, I could see his gorgeous body through the beveled glass. I dried myself and entered my room looking at the bed.

  I didn’t think I could do it.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Trust. Brack was asking me to trust him with my vulnerability. I never allowed that side of me to show. Weakness had no place on a tennis court or in bed. I let the towel fall and pool at my feet. Somehow I knew he’d take his time and make this good. No, great.

  I crawled onto the bed feeling the soft cotton comforter rub against my knees. I scrambled into position, but quickly rolled to my side. I felt ridiculous. I knew what he planned to do. One plus one equaled two and I knew that certain positions would work best. Fuck. I had qualms about my large ass sticking in the air. It had never bothered me before so why did I care now?

  “You going to lay there dissecting what I asked you to do or do it?”

  My eyes popped open and Brack wasn’t smiling. “Go back into the bathroom for a moment,” I said in embarrassment. He turned and closed the door behind him. Several deep breaths later, I shifted on the bed and did as he asked. Of course, he didn’t come out of the bathroom right away. The man planned to leave me waiting like this one way or another.

  The door opened just as I thought I couldn’t take the suspense any longer. Brack strode to the bed and walked behind me. He laid a bottle of lube on the bed where I could see it. His hand rubbed across the exact spot where he’d slapped my ass in the shower. My entire lower half tightened in anticipation.

  “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

  Snorting was probably not what this moment called for, but it slipped out before I could stop it. It startled me when his lips touched my ass where his hand had been.

  “Yes, beautiful,” he whispered against my skin. “I remember seeing you in person that first time in the hospital. No YouTube video could ever do you justice.” He kissed my ass again.

  I couldn’t contain the giggle that escaped me over my choice of words wrapped up in the thought of him kissing my ass. I was startled when he suddenly rolled me over. His hands landed on either side of my head, one knee between my legs. We were so close our noses almost touched.

  Laughter showed in his eyes. “That’s what I love most about you. I expected this spoiled, rich senator’s daughter who took herself entirely too seriously. Not one who laughs when I kiss her ass. And yeah, baby, I know exactly why you giggled. What you don’t know,” he rose up to his knees then stood. He turned me over and arranged me back to his desired position. “I’ll kiss every inch of you until giggles are the last thing you give me.”

  My brain stayed caught on the word ‘love.’ Was it intimate small talk to him? I’d never told a bed partner that I loved him. I did love Brack and it filled me with fear and an ache that bordered pain. My father was the only constant in my life. The only person who loved me unconditionally. Not Jerry my coach or even the fans who cheered me on. Should love feel like this? The slap to my unreddened ass cheek hurt, too. “Ouc
h. What was that for?”

  “You think too much, baby. I’m planning to fuck your ass and instead of anticipating what’s to come, your mind is a million miles away.”

  How the hell did he know that?

  “Your ass might be my favorite part of your body. When you swished that tennis skirt, I almost lost my shit.” His hand smoothed down my backbone from half up my back to my tailbone. “Right now, I only want you thinking about what I want. I promise I’ll make you want it too.”

  I did.

  He reached for the bottle of lube. I closed my eyes. “We’ll go slowly. This isn’t supposed to hurt. I came earlier, so I can hold out.” His silky fingers slid over my asshole before delving inside. There was no discomfort at all as he slid three fingers in. Yet. I couldn’t help the small wiggle of anticipation I gave.

  “Talk to me, baby.”

  “God, please just do it.”

  His low laugh had me squirming just a bit more. His unoccupied hand grabbed my hip and held me in place. His fingers slipped out and the tip of his cock replaced them. It felt unbelievable. “Push back and hold still,” he ordered between heavy breaths. “Slow is the key.” He pushed in and suddenly it wasn’t pleasant. It fucking hurt. “Relax and push back,” he reminded me.

  Hell, I would impale myself if I did.

  Trust.

  I gritted my teeth and pushed back against his cock. Relaxing while I did it caused an entirely different sensation. I moved my head so my mouth rested on my forearm. I groaned against my skin then bit down as Brack continued sliding into me.

  “A little more, baby.”

  The muscles of my ass stretched to accommodate his cock. The intensity of sensation had me moaning his name. He breathed heavier still until I felt the front of his legs against me. I’d taken all of him. I breathed out as he slowly withdrew. Fuck, but that was almost better. He started slow pumps inside of me. My pussy clenched.