Intercepted by Love: Part Four: A Football Romance (Playing the Field Book 4)

by Ayala, Rachelle

  “Sorry, I’m sorry,” she muttered and turned to walk away.

  “Andie.” Cade took her hand, clasping his fingers between her. Wordlessly, he led her across the great room and through the double doors into a bedroom suite. A bassinet lay at the side of the bed.

  He lowered himself into the bed and pulled her on top of him. There was no need for words. She understood perfectly as she gazed into his eyes right before she tore into him like a tigress, her hair shielding their faces as she devoured him with a fury and intensity she’d never known before.

  Chapter Sixteen

  The last thing Cade wanted Andie to feel was rejected. He’d seen the way her face fell and her shoulders slumped when he’d backed off. That was not his intention, ever, because he wanted her more than she could possibly comprehend. Maybe he should stop mourning her memory loss and how she couldn’t recall the heat that had been between them. It was way past time to make his mark, and create new and more explosive moments—give her all the love she deserved.

  He relaxed, knowing he wasn’t hurting her or taking unfair advantage. He let her be the aggressor and savored her pushing him into the bed, loving the full force of her pounce and the crush of her lips over his. His heart thundered in sync with her lush female body smashing over him, sparking every nerve with expectation and excitement.

  For a moment, he lay still, absorbing every square inch of her hot skin, every caress of her hungry lips, and the way she grabbed him, her fingernails digging into his flesh, and her legs straddling him, squeezing his hips, pushing that moist center of hers over his throbbing dick. She was a goddess, surpassing all others. She was the missing piece to his life, the filler for that hollow place in his heart, the One he was destined for, and yes, he rather enjoyed her taking advantage like this.

  Her slick tongue plundered his mouth, and she sucked the air from his throat, then sparred with him, writhing and moving in his arms. Wild. Needy.

  He caught his breath and grabbed her head, wrapping her hair around his hand, pulling her closer, the moans growling from deep in his chest. He bit her lower lip, and felt her passion rise as she bit him back. The pain flicked his arousal up another notch, shooting fire through his veins.

  If this was how mainlining felt, he could almost understand addiction. Only, Andie’s brand of love was more than a physical high—she fucked with his mind and emotions, and the way she was, all flushed and heated and sweaty was one giant mind and body rush.

  The moan that tore from his throat ripped all restraint from him. If his tigress wanted fierce, he’d give it to her. With a deep throated growl, he pushed her up and tore her nightgown, exposing her bouncing breasts.

  Her chest heaved as she splayed her palms over his bare chest, and he grabbed her breasts, greedily lifting his head to suck on her sweet, pink and fully erect nipples.

  Latching onto one, he twirled the other one in between his thumb and fingers and dry humped her as she rode and rubbed her soaked panties over the bulge straining through his sweatpants.

  He needed control, required it. Tonight was about Andie taking what she needed, regaining her trust and opening herself. He’d be there, for sure, to give her more than she expected. He’d revel in her every moan, arouse her further than she’d ever gone, drench her thoroughly with pleasure so much that she’d go insane without him.

  The way Andie rode him, moaning and rubbing, was driving his cock up a tree, crazy and aching to get off. Dammit, the one thing he always wanted was to make sweet, and slow, gentle love with her, but the need had always been too crazy and too urgent. His hips jerked to meet her, and the friction between their legs blazed too hot for him to hold back.

  “Hurry, inside. Need. You.” Andie gasped, lifting herself to scramble with his waistband. He’d barely squirmed his pants down before she pushed off her panties, exposing the place he was dying to enter.

  “Condom.” Cade’s hand shot toward the nightstand, ripping the drawer off. It clattered to the ground. He turned toward it, but bumped his head on the bassinet.

  The baby squealed and started hiccupping, the harbinger to a full forced wail. Shit. What awful timing. He rocked the bassinet, jiggling it too hard, and instead of calming Bret, he ended up waking him fully.

  Cade slapped his forehead as his erection waned to the sound of a crying baby and Andie’s laughter.

  “That’s what happens when you don’t wear a condom. Thanks for the reminder.” She covered her nakedness with a sheet and reached into the bassinet. “You sweet, poor weetle thing, did we wake you up? Make too much noise?”

  “Looks like he’s hungrier than me,” Cade said with a tinge of jealousy at how his son was turning toward Andie’s breasts.

  “Oh, no, I’m not your mommy.” Andie giggled, caressing Bret’s little head and kissing him. “Let me get my clothes on and change your diaper.”

  How did she do it? Turn her passion off like a switch? Cade’s gut grumbled as he pulled his sweatpants up and he padded to the kitchen to heat up the formula.

  * * *

  Andie pulled on an oversized T-shirt, one of Cade’s, and wiggled into her panties. Nothing like a crying baby to kill off all desire. She couldn’t stop giggling. That scene had to be funnier than any movie, the way Cade shook that bassinet, hoping to get Bret back to sleep and how he’d scattered his condoms all over the floor.

  Even though her body was still thrumming with need, she had to admit the timing sucked. Maybe Bret would gobble everything down and fall back asleep without further disturbances.

  An hour later, she admitted defeat. Bret was struck by colic and Cade was relegated to sitting on the rocking chair with the baby over his shoulder, rubbing his back.

  “Let me take him back to my room,” she said. “You have to prepare for the game coming up.”

  “No, he’s my responsibility.” Cade yawned. “Are we okay?”

  She rubbed his massive shoulders and leaned over him, kissing his neck. “I’ll take a raincheck. Come find me any time.”

  Andie was halfway across the great room, when a firm hand grabbed her arm. Cade pulled her into the garage.

  “What? Where?” She gasped as he yanked the door open on his Porsche and threw her into the passenger seat. “Where’s Bret? You didn’t just leave him, did you?”

  “He fell asleep right after you stepped out.” Cade climbed into the driver’s seat.

  “Oh, gosh, Cade, of course, but we’d better be quick. You can’t leave him alone.”

  “We’re not.” He plopped the baby monitor on the dashboard, shoved the driver’s seat all the way back and down, then shimmied his pants off. “Hop aboard, Miss Wales. I’m all yours.”

  Holy sweet potato. His cock stood up higher than the gearshift, and while she was staring and licking her lips, she heard a rip of plastic and he was sheathed and ready.

  Andie lifted the T-shirt while Cade stretched her panties to the side. She threw herself over him and felt every glorious inch of him as she slid down his pole, unable to catch her breath.

  “Look at me, Andie. Eyes on mine.” Cade commanded.

  “I’m trying.” Her eyelids felt like concrete blocks, and all she wanted to do was squeeze them tight and ride him to oblivion.

  “Face to face, there’s no way closer. I want to see into your soul as I take you higher than you’ve ever been.” His hips rolled beneath her, moving her to a frenzy.

  Something snapped inside of her, and she went wild. She gripped his flesh with her talons and threw her head back, clenching his dick with her tight channel and thrashing herself against him. Her thighs burned as she rode and yes, she kept her eyes open, her teeth gritted as she clamped onto him.

  She clawed at his skin, leaving red welts, and she was rough, so rough as she bounced on him, every stroke a continuous high, nonstop, not ebbing, just a long tone, loud and never ending, an orgasm that stretched and stretched, not climaxing, not rising and falling, but building like a subterranean explosion, rumbling louder than a fre
ight train and just as relentless.

  “Cade, I can’t take this. Can’t let go.” Every movement was fraught with pleasure, every inch of her sex throbbing and pulsing and full.

  “This is where you belong. This is us, Andie. Me and you.” His fingers dug into her hips, and he moved her as she tired, her thighs burning and sweat slipping down between her breasts. “Come with me, sweetness.”

  The bucking and thrusting rocked the parked car, as the pleasure soared until Andie thought her brain would burst. Her toes curled, her back arched, and her fingers tightened over her ass as she rocketed and slammed her back on the steering wheel, hitting the horn. The jolt of pain took her over the edge as a rush roared through her body and she shattered, screaming Cade’s name.

  He was so hard and so deep in her, piercing her heart and soul, and as she came down, he met her with his release, his eyes wide open. He thrust her up into the stratosphere and she climaxed again, ecstasy whiplashing her and exploding her brain and yanking sobs from her as his love plunged into her heart and completed her.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Suspended and fined. Cade kicked the heavy cylindrical punching bag over and over again. There went Saturday’s game and his chance to prove he had what it took to be the starting quarterback.

  It was worth it though, decking Declan the dick. He’d do it all over again in a heartbeat. There was no way Andie could have stopped off at Declan’s apartment for a quickie. She’d hated him before her accident, was angry at the way he’d cheated on her, and had been wary of another relationship with a celebrity.

  As he recalled it, she’d been panicked about running over a photographer’s equipment and being arrested for a hit and run. Of course, he’d paid for the damage, and no one had charged Andie after she was taken to the hospital.

  Cade landed another punch on the inanimate bag, picturing Declan’s cheeky grin. Take that, and that, and that.

  “Whoa, there.” Todd Irvin sauntered into the gym and held the bag from swinging. “I wanted this to be a fair competition and not one you’d forfeit by snapping some actor’s jaw.”

  “Shut it.” Cade bunched his fists and glared at the cocky Pro Ball quarterback. They’d never been friends, not really, even though they shared the same agent. Nope. Todd never let Cade forget his mistakes and actively rallied his teammates to side with him against Cade by reminding them of their lost Super Bowl ring.

  “Reduced to caveman talk?” Todd raised his bushy eyebrows. His white teeth gleamed. “You ought to come to church with me. Turn all your troubles over to Christ.”

  “Stop the sanctimonious bullshit.” Cade turned toward the exit.

  “You figure out who your supposed baby’s father is yet?” Todd’s voice echoed behind him, not letting up.

  “It’s not your business.”

  “Of course it is.” He crossed his arms. “I heard the owner has a thing for you. He wasn’t the one who wanted you suspended, but the coaching staff revolted. Why is that?”

  “I haven’t heard anything. Good luck Saturday.” Cade opened the door to the locker room and headed for the weight room. If he couldn’t let off steam punching the crap out of a bag, he’d pump his muscles until they turned to jelly.

  Someone on the coaching staff had to be feeding Todd information. Had to be, but why had Dick been so stubborn to insist he play this Saturday when everyone expected him to be suspended, at least for a week or two?

  On second thought, he’d better warn Dick to lay low. After all, he loved Bret and he wasn’t about to let that scumbag get his hands on the precious baby. As for Roxanne, she could stay away for all he cared. Andie and her mother were doing a lot better job with Bret than Rox ever had.

  Cade showered and changed, then texted Dick. You have a minute? Something came up.

  It was always better not to be too specific over email or any other electronic device.

  Ten minutes later, as he walked out of the locker room, Dick’s text appeared. Meet me at the sauna.

  Cade supposed it was private enough. It was tucked in a corner of the clubhouse, accessible from the showers but separate from the locker room. Since he’d waited around for the return text, most of his teammates had cleared out, but there were a few stragglers hanging out at the ice baths.

  He grabbed a large towel and stripped to his boxers, then rinsed himself off, even though he’d just showered. As luck would have it, the guys were throwing ice at each other, so he quietly slipped behind the curtains and cracked open the cedar door of the sauna.

  Good, no one was in there. He turned on the sound system and chose a soothing classical playlist, not loud enough to draw attention, but enough to cover the voices of their conversation.

  Cade closed his eyes and waited, calming his thudding heart and taking deep, long breaths. Little by little, his muscles loosened as sweat dotted his tingly skin and he inhaled the piquant cedar scent.

  The door opened, letting in a slight dip in temperature. Dick peered inside, then dropped his towel and climbed to a bench above Cade. He wasn’t wearing underwear. Great. The last thing Cade wanted was to be eye level to the older man’s gonads. Cade lifted his legs and turned sideways on his shelf.

  Dick changed the playlist to a droning electronic chill music and raised the volume. “What did you want to talk to me about?”

  “Todd’s been insinuating that Bret’s not mine. Why’d you ask the coaching staff to play me this Saturday?”

  “Why not? You’re the best.” Dick raised his armpit and scratched.

  “It’s an exhibition game. It doesn’t count. I’d rather get my suspension over with pre-season.” Cade kept his eyes focused on a knot in the wood across from him.

  “Todd’s jealous. He’s had a good run, but we both know you’re younger and hungrier. Why shouldn’t I play the man I want? I’m the owner.”

  “Yeah, but he’s getting suspicious.” Cade swiped the sweat from his forehead. “I thought our agreement was no favoritism on the football field.”

  “There wasn’t any. You’re keeping your end of the bargain. I’m not happy with Roxanne moving out.” Dick’s voice turned growly. “Why’d you have Andie and her mother move in?”

  “Roxanne left on her own, something about how fucked up her life is, that she never wanted this baby and how she had sex with tons of guys before deciding I should be the baby daddy. What I don’t get is if she didn’t want the baby, why’d she tell you she was pregnant?”

  What was even more gross was she’d had sex with the old goat, but these things happened all the time where rich, powerful men mixed with young, beautiful women.

  Dick leaned back on his bench and wiggled his feet in circles, taking a long breath. “It’s not really your business why Rox did what she did. The danger is she’s a loose cannon. You should find her and bring her back to your place.”

  “You still seeing her? If so, why don’t you figure out something?”

  “Her brother’s supposed to keep tabs on her. He controls her money.” Dick reached over for his towel and dabbed his forehead. “Anything else I should know about? How’s your mother?”

  Despite the dampness of the sauna, the hairs bristled in the back of Cade’s scalp. The police had had the heroin analyzed. It was expensive and potent, not the type easily available on the streets. Dick, Ronaldo, or even Declan could be suspects. Or Roxanne, maybe even Dick’s wife, the socialite. Someone who wanted to get his mother out of the picture had sent her the “gift.”

  “Mom’s doing well.” Cade changed the angle of his body to observe Dick’s reactions.

  “So it’s Mom now, eh?” Dick chuckled. “Thought you swore never to call her ‘Mom.’”

  Cade’s antagonism with his mother had been common knowledge, but still, he wouldn’t have thought it’d be on Dick’s radar—except Dick had collected blackmail on her too. Kept tabs of her supposed embezzlement. Could the drugs add to the weight of threats to keep Cade in line?

  “She’s my mom for bett
er or worse,” Cade grumbled. “Tell me about the paternity test. Why would Todd say the baby’s blood type is B and know that mine is O? Is B your type?”

  “Not me,” Dick was quick to reply. “Roxanne is a B. Todd knows nothing—just stirring the pot to make you sweat. It’s a mind game. He knows where to hit you. No one doubts you’re the father.”

  “Todd was snooping around the doctor’s office. He could have bribed the receptionist.”

  “He’s so far off the mark, it isn’t funny. Stop acting worried every time he pokes you. What happened to your street smarts?” The older man stood, wrapping the towel around his flabby waist. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll see you at the game—on the bench.”

  The sauna door opened before Dick could turn the handle. Todd Irvin’s grinning face peeked through the crack.

  “Just the two men I’ve been waiting to corner.” He blocked the exit. “My, my, what baby blue eyes y’all have.”

  * * *

  “I’m sorry I wasn’t feeling up to going back to work today,” Andie told her boss, Ronaldo, when he called her that evening.

  Neither she nor Cade had gotten enough sleep, and even though he’d headed to work after downing a gallon of coffee, she was unable to drink any because her mother wanted her to be careful with her heart rate. Not that she knew exactly how skyrocketing Andie’s heart had been with Cade in his Porsche.

  “Considering Cade broke Declan’s jaw, I’d say the project’s going to be delayed since his jaw will be wired shut for six weeks.”

  “Oh, no, that’s not good. Will I still have a job?” Andie had gone over her parents’ finances and realized just how shaky their situation was.

  “Of course you will. Leroy’s rewriting the script, and you’ll have time for acting lessons. We’ll also work out a new contract once we start shooting.”