“I am not your baby. And I don’t need any help to get undressed. That’s a mistake I will not be making again.”
“Listen, I know that you’re mad at me. But I’ve already seen you without clothes. Let me…”
“Mad? I’m not mad. I’m disgusted by you. I can’t stand you. You made me think that you were a nice guy, and for a split second? I thought that you maybe had a thing for me. But you definitely know how to make a woman self-conscious. That’s for damn sure. Just because I’m not a supermodel doesn’t mean I’m disgusting. So, fuck you, Jake.”
I stand completely frozen, my mouth surely hanging open wide, as she points to the wall.
“Laci, you have it all…”
“Turn around at least, please.” She finishes her statement with a wheeze, which is the only damn reason that I do turn around. As much as I want to tell her exactly why in the hell I ran away like a scared kitten, I know that it’s going to have to wait. She has to get that honey off of her skin, before anything gets worse.
Breathing comes first right now.
I hear the slosh of the water as her shirt hits the shower floor, followed shortly by the same sound as her skirt lands in the pile.
My heart begins to race, just knowing that she’s basically naked, and standing so damn close to me.
“Shit!” My head spins towards her, as I see her struggling to get her ace wrapped splint off her hand.
“Don’t look at me!” She hisses, waving her injured arm wildly in front of me. “I don’t need your help. I don’t need anything from anybody.” She yanks at the wrap one more time and it begins to unravel, before that too is tossed into a pile with her clothes.
“The only thing that I need is a new job, because this shit? Is getting really fucking old.”
“Laci…”
“No.” She steps underneath the water, face first, and I can’t even help myself. I don’t bother turning back around. There is no fucking way that I have that much willpower. How I resisted her the other night, I will never know.
Because I have no fight left in me.
Her sexy as hell little body is on full display to me, since she has stripped completely down to nothing more than a pair of soft pink lace panties and a matching bra. Even covered in the remnants of honey, and of course, a few feathers of unknown origin, she is still the most beautiful woman that I have ever laid eyes on.
I step towards her, pulling my t-shirt off my head before unsnapping my jeans. I let them fall to the floor before stepping out of them, and kicking them off to the side. I take two steps towards her, pausing for just a second before placing my hands at her sides, and spinning her to face me.
“What in the hell are you doing?” Her eyes widen, as she looks me up and down, before her breath catches.
I reach up, pushing her hair off her face, before pulling her flush against my body.
“You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are, do you?”
She blinks once before her mouth opens again, and her hands fly up to my bare chest, ready to push me away.
“Stop. Please, baby. Don’t push me away. Let me explain.”
“There’s nothing to explain…”
“Yes, there is. Because you have this all wrong.” I can’t even help myself. I lean forward, and brush my lips across hers. A ragged sound leaves her mouth, causing my already present erection to form something similar to a rock in my pants. All the blood rushes from my brain, at the feel of her skin on mine, and the little sounds that she makes.
My teeth fly to her bottom lip, and I nip, ever so slightly, before letting my tongue caress the spot.
“Jake.” It’s almost whispered from her lips, causing me to tighten my grip on her.
“I’m going to wash you, baby. And while I do, you’re going to listen to me.” Our eyes lock, but she doesn’t move to push me away from her. She stays pressed right up against me, her skin on my skin.
I reach behind her and grab some body wash, before lathering up my hands and beginning to work them over her skin. I start with her arm, massaging in circles, listening to the air all swoosh out of her lungs at my touch.
“I have never in my life wanted a woman the way that I want you. And the other day? I realized it, and it scared the shit out of me. I don’t know what you did to me, Laci, but you have me all spun out. I think of nothing all day long except for you.”
I reach behind her, an unclasp her bra, letting it fall the floor. Her hands fly up, covering her breasts and she bites her lip.
“Don’t.” I shake my head, as I begin to wash her neck. I run my hands down her front, feeling her chest heaving underneath my hands. “Don’t cover yourself up around me.”
“Jake, really…we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“It’s too late.” I pull gently at her hands, and they drop, letting her breasts fall. I swallow hard, before getting more soap, and then begin to lather them as well.
Her head falls back, and she moans softly. As much as I want to just take her right here, right now, I can’t. I need to finish the job at hand first.
“So fucking beautiful.” I mutter, squeezing ever so gently as I wash. I force myself to move down, washing her stomach. But I don’t remove her panties, which are the last scrap of fabric left on her soaking wet body.
Once those come off…all bets are off.
“We could be caught.”
“No, we can’t. I locked all the doors when we got in here. Plus, no way are any of the guys coming here today. Everyone is still licking their wounds from yesterday.”
I finish washing her quickly, before squirting some shampoo into my hands and after pulling her back to my front and leaning her against the wall, I begin to massage her hair.
“Oh, my god.”
“You like that?” I press a kiss behind her ear, as she nods slightly.
“God, yes.” She moans, forcing me to hurry through it. I am not going to last, standing here next to her like this, her soaking wet and nearly naked, standing underneath the shower.
I mean, isn’t this like, every guys wet dream?
Fuck.
I rinse her hair quickly, before finally, reaching my hands down and putting my fingers into the tops of her panties.
“I don’t think any honey got down there.” She whispers, gripping my arm. “It was mostly on my face and arms.”
“No?” I take a step towards her, forcing her to take a few steps back, until she is flush with the wall, just underneath the water.
“I feel like I still should check.” I grin wickedly at her, and her chest heaves against me.
“Jake…”
“Baby.” I release her waist, before cupping both of my hands around her face, and pressing my lips to hers.
It’s supposed to be a gentle kiss. A welcome back, returning home, gentle sweep of the lips. Except the second my lips touch hers, she wraps her good hand in the back of my hair, her lips open wide, and a desperate sound leaves her mouth.
I swallow it down, pressing my body firmly against hers, and then?
All hell breaks loose.
I’m grinding my erection into her, my lips are moving in a frantic pace, between her mouth and her neck, and her name is being panted off my lips in a desperate plea.
She pulls at my boxer briefs, tugging down the wet fabric and groaning when she gets them down enough for my rock-hard erection to spring out.
“Jesus.” She whispers into my lips, before wrapping her arm around my shoulder and pressing her core against me.
“Fuck.” I mutter, as her small hand reaches down, grabbing my shaft, before stroking upwards.
Since we’re both soaked, her hand glides easily along me, causing the tension in my balls to become nearly unbearable.
I rock my hips into her, groaning loudly as she grips me firmly and strokes. Our eyes lock, and she licks her lips, causing me to imagine that perfect mouth wrapped around my cock.
It’s as if I read her mind, because she glances down at me with a
hungry look in her eye.
I pull myself back from her, causing her to cry out, as I drop to my knees and yank her panties off her.
One leg is thrust over my shoulder, as I bury my face into her heat, without any kind of warning.
“Oh my god.” She cries, her hand grasping the top of my head as I spread her wide and lick her, letting my tongue flick along her clit.
“Jake.” Her leg shakes around my shoulder, and her head falls back, against the tiled wall.
“So fucking sweet.” I mutter, as I begin to lick and suck her at a ferocious pace. Never in my life has anyone turned me on like this, had me so damn desperate to taste and lick every inch of their body.
Not that I’ve ever been selfish in the sack, because I most definitely never have been. I’ve always made sure that whoever I was with got theirs first.
But with her? With Laci? I’m not even worried about myself. I just have an endless need to make her feel as good as I possibly can, better than any other man ever could, because I want her to be mine, and mine only. I don’t ever want her to think that any other guy could do her better.
Her hips thrust against my face, as she continues to cry out my name. I glance up to her and nearly blow my load, seeing her head thrown back, her teeth biting the hell out of her lip, her eyes closed in pleasure.
“I’m so close.” She finally moans, gripping my hair tighter. “Jake.”
“I know baby.” My teeth rub against her clit, and she cries out again, before tightening around me. “Come for me, baby.”
“Jake!” she nearly screams my name as I pull back slightly, before slipping a finger inside of her and sucking hard.
She clamps down around me, and pulls my hair hard, as my name leaves her lips in a scream. She floods my face, her release coating my tongue as she becomes limp.
She pants a few times, her entire body shaking, and while I could stay here on my knees in front of her all damn day, doing nothing but this?
I need to keep her upright. Because no way in hell am I done with her yet.
She’s lifted into my arms, braced back up against the wall, as her head falls to my shoulder.
“Tell me you want me.” I growl into her ear as she begins to pick up her head.
“I want you.” She pleads, as my lips crash back onto hers. I brace her with my body, before reaching down and pushing my finger inside of her. She cries out, and moans my name again, as I pull back and enter her with another.
“Soaking wet for me.” I mutter, fucking her with my fingers.
“Tell me that you’re mine.”
“Jake.”
“Say it.” I growl, rocking my hips into her. “Tell me that you’re only mine.”
“Yes.”
“Say the damn words, baby. Tell me your pussy belongs to me. Tell me.” I growl, before pulling out.
She grips me hard, shamelessly rocking her hips back towards me, desperate to connect again.
“Only yours.”
“Only ever mine?” Her eyes flutter up to mine, and they widen slightly, before closing again.
She doesn’t need to say it. I already know. And while a few days ago, this fact had me running for the door?
Now it only fuels my fire.
I grasp my shaft, stroking a few times, before positioning myself at her opening.
“Tell me you want me inside of you.”
“Oh, god. Yes. I do. I do. Please.”
I grip her tightly against me, before slowly rocking my hips, pressing myself into her. She cries out, as my head pushes into her, stretching her.
She’s so damn tight, that it’s almost painful for me, even though she is soaking wet and ready for me. And I know I’m an asshole for taking her like this in the shower of the locker room, but I can’t fucking wait a second longer.
“Relax, baby.” I force myself to slow down, trying to let her adjust to me, although it’s taking every ounce of restraint that I have.
She relaxes slightly in my arms, and I press forward an inch, as her nails dig into my skin.
Fuck. The last thing that I want to do is hurt her.
I kick off my boxers, before wrapping her up, keeping myself inside of her, before carrying her as fast as I can on the wet floor across the room to a massage table. The table is small, but at least I can lay her down, and hopefully take my time.
Her eyes flutter back open as I lay her down, and we lose the connection that we just gained.
“Please.” She murmurs, reaching down and grabbing me, pulling me back to her opening.
“Jake, please.”
“I’m crazy about you. You know that, right?” I murmur against her skin, as I drop my hips slightly.
“Yes.” She throws her head back against the bed, arching her chest towards me as I slowly enter her body again.
“I don’t want anyone else but you.” I push in further, before stopping again and letting her adjust.
“Yes.” She moans, “Jake, please. Please, this is killing me. I need to feel you.”
“Same, baby.” I push in a little bit further, feeling her walls contract around me. Jesus. She’s so close to losing herself again, just from the slightest bit of me inside of her, that something inside of me snaps. Fuck this pace. I need to feel her. All of her, and if I don’t do it soon, I’m going to blow before I have a chance to show her just how good we can be.
“Open your eyes.” I growl, gripping so tightly onto her hip that I’m sure I’m leaving a mark. But I can’t help myself. I’m barely holding on by a thread.
Her eyes flutter back open before locking on mine. “Keep them open.” I tell her, before dropping my hips completely and burying myself inside of her until I’m balls deep.
Her head falls back and she cries out, her nails cutting into my skin. I pause for only a second, before pulling back out of her, and letting myself slide back in.
Her legs wrap around my waist, allowing me to slip inside of her, even deeper than I was before. And it’s all too much.
I quicken my pace, trying to fight the feeling deep inside of me, telling me that I’m not going to last much longer.
She screams out my name, as I feel her tighten around me, and then, without any further warning, I feel her clamp down around me, just as her wetness coats my dick.
“Fuck.” My pace becomes frantic, just before every hair on my body stands on end, and I follow her down, screaming out her name the entire time.
As I step onto the plane, the delicious ache in between my legs turns to a throb, and the second that I see the rest of the guys, along with coach and Mr. McAbey?
My heart begins to race so fast that for a second, I worry that I might just pass out.
I feel like I am wearing a scarlet letter clearly across my forehead. A big fat W for whore, plain as day, letting everyone know exactly what I did last night.
Or, more fitting, who I did.
I trust Jake, I most definitely do, and I don’t for a second think that he is like the rest of the guys. I don’t think that he was just trying to sleep with me in order to get me fired. I’m not sure exactly what it is about him that makes me feel safe, but, I do.
It could be the way he has unknowingly come to my rescue so many times, it could be the tender way that I see him look at me when he thinks that I’m not paying attention. But what really has me thinking it, is the way that he looked into my eyes last night as he made love to me.
Ok, so, that’s actually a little far-fetched. We didn’t exactly make love, but what he did to me was for sure more than just a quick fuck.
At least it was in my book.
But regardless, I could still get fired, if anyone found out about it. All I can do is pray that it stays between the two of us, like Jake promised last night that it would be. At least until we see where this thing between us goes.
So, for now, I will just have to pray that he keeps his word, and doesn’t utter a peep about what went on between us last night.
Because if he does, an
d if anyone finds out, my ass is grass. I will be walking the unemployment line in a hot second.
I push those thoughts out of my head, before stepping through the boarding tunnel and aboard the plane.
I scan the seats, which are all filled with the players, and I can’t help but grin.
All the guys are dressed to kill, looking sharp as a tack, in their navy suits with their red ties boasting the Rays logo in tiny print. None of them look super happy about it, and a few of them look downright pissed off about it, but most of them are so busy playing on their phones, or trying to take a quick nap that no one really notices me.
No one that is, except for Jake.
His eyes find mine, and a slow, half smile spreads on his face. He stares at me as though burning a hole into my skin, and I do my best to fight the blush that I know is about to break out on my face.
I force myself to look away from him, but dear god. It’s so hard not to stare at him. Because Jake looks gorgeous all the time. But seeing him in his suit, his tailor-made suit that molds to his body in all the right places?
Jesus. He’s so hot that it makes it hard for me to even breath.
I quickly find a seat off to the side, away from Jake and away from the rest of the guys. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, the delicious ache between my legs now a full-on throb with need for the man that makes me crazy.
I force my legs together, trying to drown out the achy need that is trying so hard to control my body. I grab my earbuds out of my bag, before popping them in, and trying to drown out my thoughts with music.
Why does every damn song on my phone seem to insinuate sex?
Ugh. I flip through my music, trying desperately to find something that isn’t about love, or sex…or…dammit. It’s not the music.
It’s just my dirty mind.
And then, I feel it. The hot, heavy hand, with those fingers attached that know exactly where to touch me to make me crazy…except that hand is firmly on my thigh.
My eyes pop open, and I gasp, at the sight of Jake sitting in the seat next to me, his body turned and blocking us from view, with a wicked gleam in his eye.
“Hey baby.” He murmurs softly, as his hand trails my thigh gently, his eyes meeting mine that are probably bugging out of my head right now.
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