Quarterback's Virgin (A Sports Romance)

by Ivy Jordan

  “You’re hurt,” she gasped, grabbing a clean towel from the shelf near the sink. She ran water over it, wringing it out several times, and then rushed into the bathroom while I undressed from my outer clothes.

  My shoulder ached as I stretched my arm from the heavy coat, and once removed, it was obvious the coyote got a piece of me before he met his demise. Shit!

  While Bailey rustled around in the bathroom, I tended to the items I delivered to the kitchen. I rinsed the meat, leaving the bucket filled with water once done, and added some salt so it could brine overnight.

  I turned to grab the felt and was stopped by Bailey, who now stood in front of me with determination in her eyes. She held a bottle of alcohol, the rag, and stared into my eyes fiercely. It was obvious she wasn’t going to allow me to walk away, so I didn’t try.

  “Take off your shirt,” she ordered.

  I gripped the hem of my t-shirt with my left hand, avoiding using my right. I didn’t want her to see me flinch. I was the man, the tough one, the one who was supposed to protect and care for her. I wasn’t comfortable on this side, but that feeling in my gut was still there, warming me strangely.

  I watched her eyes shift and then narrow as I exposed my wound. It wasn’t too deep, just superficial, but it felt as though a muscle was chewed through as my arm dangled beside me.

  “Where did it come from?” she asked, dabbing alcohol onto the rag.

  I couldn’t control the cringe when the alcohol touched my open flesh, causing her to pull back quickly.

  “I’m sorry,” she pleaded.

  “It’s okay, just stings a little. He was in the bush, probably starving for a meal out here on this frozen mountainside,” I replied, closing my eyes to suck up the pain while she continued cleaning out my wound.

  “You could’ve been killed,” she exclaimed, her eyes wider than I’d ever seen as I looked up into them.

  I chuckled. “Doubtful a little coyote was gonna get the better of me.”

  Her head shook slightly as her lips curled into a delicious smile. I wanted to lean up and kiss her, to taste her.

  “It’s too dangerous for you to live up here all alone. What if something bad happened, and no one was here?” she questioned.

  “They usually leave people alone. It’s just a bad time, and he was hungry. It wasn’t so bad, and I can handle myself,” I insisted, feeling my pride push through in my voice.

  “Still, it worries me you out here alone,” she whispered.

  That look in her eyes stirred that feeling in my gut. My heart swelled, my breathing sped up, and blood pumped wildly through my veins. It was strange having someone care so much. I couldn’t completely say I hated it, although it was still uncomfortable for my ego.

  “Thank you,” I smiled, reaching up and gripping her hand in mine.

  “You’re welcome,” she sighed. “Do you have any more bandages?”

  I nodded, motioning towards the cabinet under the sink. I watched as she bent over, opening the door and reaching for the box. Her t-shirt lifted, exposing her bare ass. My cock twitched at the sight of her smooth skin, and when she lifted, turning towards me, I felt my cheeks starting to blush.

  Her eyes narrowed, a sexy smirk rushed to her face, and her own cheeks turned a beautiful shade of pink.

  “Were you peeking?” she teased.

  I chuckled. My throat started to close as I cleared it. The heat in my cheeks increased, and there was no hiding the fact I’d stolen a peek at her round, pink ass.

  “Sorry,” I choked.

  Her hips wiggled excitedly, and I couldn’t help but notice her nipples hardening beneath the cotton of her shirt. “I don’t mind,” she giggled.

  She leaned in, straddling my leg as she worked on placing the bandage around my shoulder. I’d already forgotten about it, no longer feeling any pain. All I felt was blood rush between my legs and my cock harden against the denim.

  “I know you’ve been trying to get me to look all week,” I teased.

  “And have ya?” she urged.

  “Yes,” I hesitated.

  She stood back, still straddling my leg at the knee, and stared into my eyes with curiosity.

  “Why haven’t you done anything about it?” she wooed.

  I swallowed hard, feeling her body’s warmth against my leg, and the pressure of her seduction luring my cock to full mast.

  “You’re not in any shape to be making those kinda life choices,” I lectured, sounding very similar to my high school guidance counselor when he caught me smoking pot.

  “I’m a grown woman,” she retorted.

  A sigh pushed from my throat as I took a deep look into her bright green eyes. They were no longer filled with innocence, but instead strength that drove me wild.

  “You don’t even know if someone’s looking for you. I don’t want you to mess up your life,” I warned.

  She giggled, moving in closer to me, her hardened nipples dangerously close to my lips.

  “I can handle myself,” she mocked in a sultry voice.

  Wow, that caught my cock’s attention, holding it in anticipation of what was next. I knew if she continued, I wouldn’t be able to control myself.

  “You keep this up, and I’m liable to believe you,” I shot with a smirk.

  Oh hell, there was that smile, and those fucking eyes filled with desire. She moved even closer lowering her body to my leg, pressing her warm pussy against me so I could feel the heat even through my denim.

  I gripped the bottom of the t-shirt, pulling it away from her body, and stared up at her with eyes that begged for mercy.

  “Believe me,” she whispered.

  Oh, how I wanted to believe her, to believe she wasn’t vulnerable, that this was okay.

  I paused, maybe too long. I watched her eyes fade and her bottom lip pout outward and to the floor. She lifted herself from my leg, stepping back slightly. My hand was still gripped around the hem of the t-shirt she wore, and as she moved, my fingers grazed the soft, plump flesh of her pussy. She sighed so sweetly that my cock nearly jumped from my lap towards her.

  My grip released from her shirt as we both stared into each other’s eyes with a hunger and desire that was obviously not faltering.

  I couldn’t stop what was about to happen, even though a part of me, a very small part that was buried deep inside, wanted to.

  Chapter Twelve

  Bailey

  I knew he’d noticed me. There was no way he hadn’t. I’d been flaunting myself towards him, nearly begging him to take me. The look in his eyes was mixed with desire and remorse. I didn’t care. I wanted him, and he’d just have to believe that I knew what was best for me. Whatever waited for me outside these cabin walls and down that mountain, I’d deal with then. For now, it was just me and Xander, and I was happy.

  My legs parted as I gripped the bottom of my t-shirt where Xander just let go. I lifted it from my body, exposing myself to his hungry eyes. Yes, he wanted me too.

  The wad of cotton fell to the floor; neither of us bothered to look where. Xander’s eyes locked onto mine for a long moment before scanning my body so ready and near.

  His hands lifted, slowly sliding up my legs, my thighs, and then stopped at my waist. He pulled me into him, his mouth eagerly greeting me with a warm kiss. Our tongues entangled wildly as his grip tightened around my middle.

  With a smooth, swift motion, he lifted me into his hard bare chest as he stood from the chair. My legs wrapped around him, enjoying the friction of his denim against my clit. I sucked his tongue hard as I pulled it from his mouth, and then quickly surrounded my lips on the flesh of his neck. My teeth grazed his skin, barely biting into his flesh as he spun me around.

  I’d expected him to carry me to the bed, or even the couch, but instead he laid me on the dining table, my back pressing hard into the cool, smooth wood.

  I arched my back, opening my legs to his eyes and pushing my breasts upward to reveal their fullness.

  Xander worked quic
kly to open his jeans, kicking off his boots as he lowered the denim. He gripped a condom from his pocket before kicking his jeans to the floor. I sighed, He was ready for this, he wanted this. His thick cock stood at attention, ready to offer the satisfaction I craved, but he wasn’t ready to give in just yet.

  His hands gripped my ankles, squeezing slightly before releasing and roaming up my calves. Stopping at my knees, he pushed my legs open, spreading my pink pussy for his eyes. Watching him watch me stirred my passion, causing me to moan out into the quiet room. I’d yearned for that look of pleasure in his eyes all week, and my body soaked it up with a relentless hunger.

  My eyes closed as he hands slid down my thighs, stopping just at my buttocks. They pushed under me, lifting my ass from the table, and the heat of his breath tickled my sensitive flesh. I reached down between my legs, finding Xander’s long mane. My fingers tangled through the locks, gripping just hard enough to guide his mouth as it lowered to my pussy.

  “Ohhhhh,” I moaned as his tongue slid between my folds, finding its way into the tightness of my opening.

  He grunted and growled like a hungry bear that found a sweet honey hole as he buried his tongue deep into my cunt.

  The sensation of his hot tongue, his fingers spreading my ass cheeks apart, and the vibrations of his growls against my skin brought out an animalistic arousal in me that I couldn’t control.

  I lifted towards him, grinding my body into his face as his hands released from my ass cheeks and began rolling over my breasts.

  My nipples were trapped between his finger and thumb of each hand, rolling between them with a slight tug. I let out a moan. My body swelled with excitement and pleasure. My legs clenched together, smashing against his head as he continued lapping up my arousal as it effortlessly flowed from my body.

  Waves of satisfaction slammed through my body like they would against a ship deep in the ocean during a storm. My fingers tightened around his hair, tugging towards me, begging for relief from the friction of his tongue, but he wouldn’t budge. I shook, quivered, and was then unable to stop the throbbing pounding between my legs. Xander lapped up every drop of the reward offered to him, then lifted from between my legs with a glazed smile.

  “Fuck,” I gasped, my head falling to the table and my body limp with exhaustion and satisfaction.

  He chuckled as he stood before me, his hands gripping my thighs and his eyes resting on my breasts.

  A quick tug, and my ass was on the edge of the table, dangling over just enough to allow his cock to rest at my swollen opening. He gripped himself tightly, letting out another growl before pushing into me. The girth of his cock spread my folds open creating a butterfly that wrapped its wings around his hard flesh, inviting him in, and quivered with excitement.

  Each thrust brought me closer to a second orgasm, one that threatened to be more powerful than the first. His hands roamed up my body, playfully cupping my breasts and tweaking my painfully hard nipples. He pushed into me, deep, hard, and with a powerful force that made his strong arms flex, his pecs twitch, and his bottom lip suck into his mouth.

  I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him onto the table, and onto me. The weight of his body calmed me, but then those penetrating blue eyes stirred me back into an unbridled passion.

  My fingers rolled down his arms, feeling the ripple of his muscles as our eyes locked together. I didn’t care who was looking for me outside this cabin. Xander found me, and I found him. This is where I wanted to be.

  His growl deepened, and his grunts grew louder as my fingers dug into his hard flesh. I swelled around him, squeezing his cock with my cunt muscles as they contracted and released. I couldn’t take my eyes from his, and I couldn’t stop my orgasm. I knew it was bringing him close to the edge, a point where there was no return, but as badly as I didn’t want it to be over, I wanted him to cum.

  My eyes rolled back as his head flung between his shoulders. One last growl rolled from his lips as we both exploded against one another. He fell into me, his body exhausted and obviously as satisfied as mine. I giggled uncontrollably as I thought about the table breaking and bringing us crashing to the floor.

  “What’s so funny,” he gasped, smirking at me curiously.

  I shook my head, refusing to answer, knowing my giggles would take over. There was no oxygen, no blood in my brain, I was literally fucked stupid, and loved every second of it.

  I’d spent a lot of time reading the romance novels I found in the basket by his bed and couldn’t believe I’d just experienced something better than what was written on the pages of the raunchy book. I felt obliged to thank him, but bit my lip, deciding that would be strangely awkward.

  I leaned up, kissing him on the shoulder that I’d bandaged instead, and fought back the urge to say anything foolish, like ‘I love you,’ ‘thank you,’ or whatever else would fall from my mouth once opened.

  Xander lifted from me, staring down at my body as it remained melted onto the table. His blue eyes smiled, and a soft chuckle rolled past his lips as he shook his head in amusement.

  “You’re something else,” he sighed and leaned down for a gentle kiss to my lips.

  He extended a hand, helping me up from the hard surface and onto my feet. I was a little wobbly, my knees still weak and legs quivering. He caught me in his strong arms, not that I really would fall, but it felt nice.

  “See, you’re still weak. You really shouldn’t push yourself,” he chortled.

  “I’m not as weak and vulnerable as you think,” I winked.

  It was obvious by Xander’s expression, he wasn’t convinced entirely of my ability to care for and make decisions for myself.

  “I worry about what will happen when you regain your memory,” he whispered softly.

  “What if I never do?” I questioned with a smirk.

  His head tilted to the left, his eyes narrowed on mine, and it was clear he fought back a smirk of his own.

  “You will, and then you’ll forget about me, or worse, hate me for taking advantage of you,” he asserted.

  I stepped towards him, lifted my arms to his strong shoulders, careful to avoid his injury, and pulled myself into his bare chest.

  “You’re not taking advantage of me. If anything, I’m taking advantage of you,” I snickered.

  A loud shriek roared from my throat as Xander gripped me tightly around the waist and scooped me into his arms. He carried me to the bed, dropping me hard enough on the mattress that I bounced. I laughed uncontrollably with surprise and happiness, mostly happiness, as he lowered himself over me, covering my body like a blanket with his.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Xander

  I woke up with my arms still wrapped around Bailey. Her skin was so soft and smooth that it felt like silk against my arms. My lips gently pushed into the back of her neck, nuzzling past the long red hair that flowed down her back. She was beautiful, truly beautiful.

  “Good morning,” she mumbled, her voice so mild and delicious I couldn’t think of anything sweeter to wake up to.

  “Yes, it is,” I whispered, offering another soft kiss to the nape of her neck.

  “How did you sleep?” she asked, rolling over in my arms to face me.

  Her deep green eyes stirred that unfamiliar feeling in my gut once again, and I had to swallow hard to keep my throat from closing.

  “I slept like a rock,” I admitted, realizing it was the first time I’d slept all night in a long time.

  There were no nightmares, no flashbacks of war, and no guilt riding me from letting my boys down.

  “Good,” she whispered, pulling herself into my chest.

  The feel of her cheek against my heart made it beat faster, harder even.

  “No nightmares?” she questioned.

  Her hot breath hit against my skin as she spoke. I stroked her hair, carefully moving it from her shoulder. I stared at the tiny freckles on her skin, lost in a trance for a moment as I pondered her question.

  “Not a one,”
I sighed.

  “You just need to hold me,” she giggled.

  She was being playful, but it was true, at least that was what I believed. I’d spent every night waking up in a sweat before holding her. No matter where I’d gone, I couldn’t get away from the images and sounds that haunted my mind. During the day I could control the thoughts, keeping busy with work, but at night, they took over.

  “You may be on to something,” I chuckled, squeezing her tightly in my arms.

  “Then I need to stay,” she whispered.

  Her head lifted, allowing her big green eyes to stare into mine. My heart ached at the thought of her leaving, but I knew she would. She would have to, eventually.

  “You have a life out there,” I chuckled half-heartedly.

  I felt that sinking feeling in my chest and a grinding in my gut from my words. Bailey, if that was her name, had a life, and it didn’t include me. This was a matter of circumstance. I saved her, she felt grateful, and without memory of what waited for her outside these cabin walls, I was her life, but only for now.

  “I like this life,” she said sweetly.

  I do too.

  “Living out in the middle of nowhere isn’t any kind of life for you, or anyone,” I pointed out.

  “If it’s good enough for you, why not me?” she questioned.

  “You don’t have a past haunting you like mine,” I smiled.

  “As long as you have me next to you, in your arms, your past can’t haunt you,” she sighed.

  I wish it were that easy, and that it was true. It was one night; that’s all. I’m sure I’ve had random nights where I didn’t wake up sweating, even though I couldn’t remember when, or if ever.

  I squeezed her gently into my arms, causing her head to fall back onto my chest. My heart was racing, and I knew she could feel it against her cheek. She was doing something to me, but what, I wasn’t certain.

  “If you don’t want me here, you could always come with me,” she breathed.