Sweet Satisfaction

by Violet Paige

  There was an audible gasp as the spotlight swung back to me. I tried not to squint this time. I wanted them to see the confidence in my eyes. The look of a winner .

  The mayor clutched the microphone. “Twenty-five thousand? Do I have any higher bids?” There was a grumbling from the men around me. Most had spent their money on trips and overpriced jewelry for their wives. I puffed my chest forward. “Going once. Going twice …”

  I couldn’t tell if she was hoping the high-dollar suit would swoop in and save Lexi from my clutches. She drew out the count .

  “Last chance for a private Lexi Wilde concert.” She scanned the audience. “The winner is Mr. Luke Canton of the Austin Warriors.” She put her hands together and the donors followed her lead. “I’d say this is a night of surprises .”

  I was used to attention on the field, but this was ridiculous. I put my hands up to quiet the applause. I nodded at them. I heard a few cat calls as Lexi walked across the stage .

  “Let’s tell our star quarterback how much we appreciate him,” Lexi shouted into the mic, egging on the crowd .

  She was making it worse. “All right. All right.” I tried to step away from the beam of light. I’d rather do a dance in the end zone than have this kind of attention .

  Eventually the band started to play and Lexi waved to everyone one last time before she exited the back of the stage in a swirl of smoke. The lights came on and the patrons moved to the front doors and waited for the valets to retrieve their cars .

  I hung back, waiting for the singer behind the stage .

  She ducked her head around the corner. “Hey, there .”

  I shoved my hands in my pockets. “Quite a show you put on .”

  She ran her teeth over her bottom lip. “Quite a generous donation you made .”

  “Is that what you call it?” I stepped closer .

  “For someone who just won a private concert by Lexi Wilde you don’t sound very excited,” she teased .

  “Oh, believe me. I’m excited.” The crew bustled around us, breaking down the set and packing up the band’s instruments .

  “Lex!” Her manager appeared. “What the hell—” He stopped when he saw me .

  “Can you believe how much money we raised, Jake?” she asked. “And so generous of Luke, don’t you think ?”

  He looked me over. I knew what he thought. He didn’t want me near her. She was his country princess. His star to mold and manage. I got it. But like everything else, I didn’t give a shit what this guy thought. He stood between me and what I wanted .

  “Extremely generous.” His lips pressed together. “I think we’re going to have to coordinate with Mr. Canton’s people and schedule the concert for later in the year. I’ll have our people call your people and we’ll set it up .”

  “That’s okay.” I slapped him on the back, knocking him from where he was standing. “I think Lexi and I can work out the details .”

  “That’s not how it works,” he snorted. “She’s booked solid through the holidays .”

  I towered over him. “I just paid twenty-five thousand dollars for a concert. It’s exactly how it’s going to work .”

  Jake straightened his tie and turned away. It was obvious there was something he was dying to spit out, but I didn’t know if it was my size or the look on my face that stopped him .

  “Okay, that’s never happened before.” Lexi stood with her hands on her hips .

  “What’s that ?”

  “Jake ran out of here speechless.” She held her hand over her mouth and laughed .

  “Why is that guy your manager?” I couldn’t help but ask, even though it was none of my damn business .

  “It’s complicated,” she answered .

  I felt as if I had crossed a line. I didn’t like complicated or long stories. I didn’t usually stick around for either .

  “Doesn’t matter. He’s gone. How about that drink ?”

  “That’s how you want to spend your twenty-five thousand?” she asked .

  “Oh, no no.” I shook my head .

  “What?”

  “I asked you out for drinks before the auction. I have two dates with you.” I studied the V of her throat. I swore her pulse was beating faster .

  “Two?”

  “Mmmhmm.” I wasn’t letting her out of this .

  “You don’t think it’s too late tonight? For the drinks, I mean .”

  I laughed. “Where I’m from it’s never too late .”

  “And where are you from, Luke ?”

  I bent toward her, lowering my lips to her ear. “Texas .”

  “Is that supposed to impress me ?”

  Everyone had cleared out behind the stage. She was the last one from her crew. All I could think about was pressing her against the wall and letting my hands have free reign over her. I had never wanted to feel a woman’s lips under mine like this before. I could almost taste them. How soft they would be. The little purring sounds she would make .

  I moved closer. “It should .”

  “I’m from Tennessee. I guess it doesn’t have the same meaning .”

  My hand flattened against the wall over her shoulder. “No it sure doesn’t. Everything’s bigger in Texas .”

  I moved in to drag her lips under mine when we both jumped .

  “What the hell?” We looked up .

  The symphony members had returned to collect their instruments and the cellist had dropped his case .

  I cleared my throat and made some space for us to breathe. Lexi’s eyes hadn’t left my mouth .

  I slipped my arm around her waist, anticipating her falling off-balance. I inhaled her perfume and her shampoo. God, she even smelled like heaven. I let her go once she was steady again .

  Everything about this scenario screamed for me to take her. To find a dark corner and kiss the hell out of this girl. Damn the band or the straggling guests. I could have wrapped her in my arms so fast and felt her heart beat out of her chest. But there was something about Lexi that made me want more than a quickie in the closet. I wanted to savor this woman. Devour her. Drink in every part of her. And I wanted to take my time doing it .

  “I guess we’re lucky that didn’t land on our heads.” She giggled. “Maybe this isn’t the best place to be .”

  “Maybe not.” I let my fingers fall from her waist .

  “And I need to get back to the hotel and change .”

  “See you at my place?” I asked .

  She bit her lower lip. I took that as a yes and strolled out of the hospital, loosening my tie and throwing my jacket over my shoulder. This night was finally about to get good .

  Eight

  Alexa

  T he driver pulled up in front of Luke’s house. “We’re here,” he announced .

  I wasn’t quite ready to get out of the car yet. I fidgeted with my purse and looked outside at the ranch-style home. So this is where Austin’s most infamous quarterback lived? We were far from the city and I looked out of the window, noticing you could actually see the stars in the sky. The front porch light drew moths the size of Texas to its glow .

  Did I actually have the nerve to go through with this? It was a drink. He said drinks. Just drinks. I remembered the look in his eyes. The promise of sex practically dripped off his entire body .

  It didn’t help that I had baited him into outbidding every man at the benefit tonight for a private concert with me. At the time it seemed playful. It was a way to get back at Jake’s constant pestering. Maybe it had started as the act of a petulant child, but now ... sitting outside of his house there was nothing childish about this .

  I could even excuse what I did as charitable, but I wasn’t sure that’s how Luke would see it. I’d never met someone with more testosterone running through his veins than that man. He was determined to win. Determined to show everyone that he could win me .

  He wasn’t a singer or an actor. There was no art in what he did. He was an athlete. A competitor. A full-blown conditioned mac
hine who easily brought in as many fans as I did. I realized that might be the only thing we had in common .

  “Ma’am?” The driver seemed impatient. It was after midnight. He probably wanted to head back to the city. “This is the address .”

  “Right,” I answered. “Thank you .”

  I could do this. I wanted to do this .

  I stepped out of the car and walked up the stone steps to the front entrance. The Warriors team symbol was carved into the massive wooden doors. I knocked lightly, debating how badly I wanted to go through with this .

  The door whipped open and Luke smiled at me .

  “You made it.” He even had perfect white teeth. Damn it. Every ounce of him was sexy .

  “I did .”

  He looked over my shoulder. “Hold on.” He jogged down the stairs and I saw the driver roll down the passenger window. I didn’t know what Luke said to him, but he drove away, heading in the direction of the city .

  “What was that about?” I asked .

  “I just wanted to make sure he wouldn’t say anything about our meeting. I gave him a generous tip to return in the morning .”

  “The morning?” I was struggling to stay calm. He had finally made his intentions absolutely clear .

  But the instant I heard it roll off his lips, I felt a deep flutter in my core and my heart started to race. We both knew why I was here in the middle of the night. I was aching for a night like this. God, I needed it .

  “Want to come inside?” he offered .

  “Yeah, I’d like to see how a football bachelor lives .”

  He chuckled over his shoulder. “Like any other bachelor .”

  I realized that there was something charming about Luke Canton. He wasn’t just an egotistical football stud, there was humor there. Under the layers of his tough exterior he could be persuasive. He could be seductive. He could maybe even be sweet. I was probably giving him too much credit, but I saw little snippets here and there in his voice, or in the way he guided me through the hospital or here at his house. He wasn’t all about himself. He only wanted me to think that .

  I was starting to think that was his brand. Tough. Heartless. Selfish. Who was I to judge? I was here for one reason—to get something I needed. I was the selfish one .

  I looked around at the leather sofa and chairs. The flat screen TVs. The saddle mounted over the mantle. This was a Texas man’s dream ranch, complete with an enormous stone fireplace that climbed to the ceiling. I doubted many other bachelors had this kind of lifestyle. Luke picked up a remote and manipulated the lights, the fireplace, and the speakers built into the wall .

  “I like the music.” I recognized the song. It was a Texas tune that didn’t get much airplay in the Nashville circuit. The guy was known as a renegade. But he wrote his own music and recorded with his own band. That was practically unheard of in Nashville .

  “Thanks. He speaks my language .”

  “And I guess my music doesn’t?” I tilted my head sideways. Luke didn’t exactly fit my demographic. He wasn’t a sixteen-year-old girl .

  “When you start singing about beer and football and women, then you’ll be speaking my language .”

  The women part was out, but I wanted to tell him I wanted songs like this one. Songs that felt gritty and raw. Songs that reminded people of something they had lost—something they were looking for. The music I sang when no one was listening. I wanted people to hear what I really had to say. I had notebooks and journals filled with songs I wanted to record .

  “So, basically caveman speak,” I sassed .

  “Funny.” He chuckled. “Just when I think you’re sweet, you turn into a wicked little thing .”

  He walked over to the bar in the corner. The sides were a deep mahogany and there was a line of barstools covered in black and white cow hide. It looked as if he had every kind of liquor imaginable. It made me wonder how much entertaining he did. I had to remind myself I wasn’t here to dispel rumors about him, or even get to know him. I was here for me. I was here because of what I needed. And Luke Canton was the man who could give it to me .

  “Bourbon okay?” he asked .

  “Sounds good.” I wasn’t a bourbon girl. I was a vodka girl, but I didn’t drink much before shows. Alcohol made my voice do funny things. I didn’t have any performances planned. A drink or two wouldn’t hurt .

  He handed the drink to me and I studied his eyes. There were light flecks of green. He had changed out of his tux and was wearing a shirt that pulled across his chest. His biceps stretched the material around his arms. He had added a pair of jeans. I didn’t know which one made him look hotter. All I knew was that he was unreal. Men like this didn’t exist. At least I hadn’t met one before .

  I gulped the sweet bourbon and felt the burn slide down my throat. My limbs tingled and I felt loose in my shoulders .

  “Do you have a game this weekend?” I asked. I didn’t exactly follow Warrior football .

  “Almost every Sunday. This one is home.” He poured his glass half-full. “What about you? Are you still on tour ?”

  I guess neither of us knew much about the other’s career. “No. I wrapped up my summer stadium tour a few weeks ago. Now it’s press events before I’m back in the studio for the next album. Of course the holidays fall in there and I have a ton of bookings for Christmas shows and then there’s New Year’s Eve,” I rattled on longer than I intended .

  “So this is your off-season ?”

  I grinned. “Yep. This is the so-called off-season. I don’t go on tour again until next summer .”

  He took a sip of bourbon and I couldn’t look away as he swallowed. The tight muscles of his throat moved with each swallow. He licked his lips, and I was dying to see what they would taste like coated in the thick liquor .

  Luke grabbed the empty glass from my hand, startling me from my obsession with his lips. “Want to tell me what a good girl like you is doing here ?”

  His glass was empty too and his hands were free to move to my hips. I froze as he coasted his hands to my ass and dragged me against his body. He was solid and firm. He was a wall of muscle on top of muscle .

  “Who said I was a good girl?” I looked into his green eyes. There was mischief there. Playfulness. And a hunger that said he might fucking devour me on the spot .

  “Everyone says that.” He cupped my ass, gripping tighter .

  “And you? Are you really a bad boy? Or is that just a way to keep your love-hate relationship with the press hot and heavy?” I teased .

  I saw the seriousness in his eyes. The intensity as he zeroed in on me. “Everything you’ve heard is true. It’s not an act. I live my life wide-open. No regrets. You should know that .”

  “Interesting philosophy .”

  “And what’s yours? Love and peace?” he taunted. “Good always triumphs ?”

  “That’s my image, yes.” I didn’t know why it seemed so important to strip all of that away. I wanted him to see me bare. “But I believe it too. I believe in kindness in people. Love. All of that .”

  “I can tell that about you.” His brow furrowed .

  I tiptoed away from him, still feeling the indentations on my ass where his fingers had been. I walked around the room, observing Luke’s collection of pictures and football memorabilia .

  “You can? How?” I wanted to know. I wanted him to tell me how he had come to the conclusion that I was the same good girl everyone else saw .

  He sat on the edge of the sofa. “The way you sing .”

  I forgot the picture of him with his arm wrapped around another guy in a uniform and looked at him. “Really? One concert and you know that ?”

  He shrugged. “Maybe not. But I felt it. I doubt people say that when they see me perform .”

  He had my interest. “So the game is a performance? It’s all a show ?”

  “The game is my life.” His voice hardened. “But I know the fans go to see a show. They want the same thing your fans want. They want to feel somethi
ng. They want to feel the thrill of winning. They want to feel like they’re a part of something bigger than they are. Why else do people love football so much? Everyone’s a damn expert. Men who have never picked up a ball suddenly know what call I should have made last week.” He paused. “Everyone thinks they know the sport better. And it brings people together. They unite against us. They unite to support us. It makes them feel like they belong .”

  My eyebrows rose. “And you think that’s the same as me singing on stage ?”

  “I saw it tonight. I saw how people responded to you. They want a piece of you. Even that manager of yours. They want to be a part of something bigger—your life—your music—your victories .”

  I turned again to the bookcase. Everything on these shelves was related to football. Luke had summed it up .

  “My wins are wins for my team.” I picked up frame. “If I have a number one hit then everyone has that hit. The writers, the musicians, the marketing staff, the roadies. It’s exactly like that. And the fans.” I spun on my heels. “The fans feel the win too. Because they know they gave it to me. They made me. They paid for that number one song, so somehow I belong to them .”

  Luke was looking at me. I didn’t know him well enough to know what he was thinking, only that we had threaded football and country music together with undeniable lines of heavy cord .

  “What do you want fans to think of you when they see you perform?” I asked .

  “They’ve already made up their minds about me. Doesn’t matter.” He refilled his glass .

  “And you’re okay with that ?”

  “Are you okay with belonging to your fans?” He turned the question back on me .

  “Who is this?” I held up the picture, trying to change the subject. I hadn’t come here to feel trapped. I came here to be freed. Freed the way a man like Luke could release me .

  Luke stood. “That is my brother, Linc. He used to play too .”

  “Not anymore ?”

  “No. He blew out his ACL in college his senior year. It ruined his chances in the pros. After three surgeries he finally accepted he was done, but he’s my manager. A lot nicer than yours is too.” He grinned. “And he doesn’t give me shit about anything .”