Managed Hearts

by MacMillan, Jerica

Hannah didn’t know what to say to that, so she nodded. Daniel moved to the door and held it open for her, following her out with his shirt in his hands. A touch on her shoulder made her turn to look at him. “You busy after this? Want to go grab a coffee or something?”

  Before Hannah could answer, a door opened, and she heard, “What the hell?” She turned her head to see Matt standing in the doorway to the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his hips, his face thunderous. “Hannah? What are you doing here? What the hell is going on? Did he just ask you out?”

  Hannah looked back and forth between the two shirtless guys flanking her. Matt was just as chiseled as Daniel, and taller, the anger on his face making him more intimidating. She swallowed, but before she could answer any of the questions that had been thrown at her, Matt’s hand had clamped around her arm and dragged her closer to him, his stare challenging Daniel over the top of her head.

  Daniel held his hands up, palms out. “Hey, man. I had no idea.” He pulled his shirt over his head before focusing on Hannah again. “It was nice meeting you. See you next week.”

  With that, he turned and left. She could hear him talking to Chris in the living room but wasn’t paying attention, her focus now on the furious man who still had his hand on her arm and her body pulled close against his naked chest.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Matt waited until his former teammate got to the living room before turning his attention to Hannah, dressed in a robe. And it didn’t look like she had anything on underneath it. She pulled against the grip he still had on her arm, but he didn’t let her go. Instead, he pulled her behind him into his room and closed the door.

  Once inside he let her wrench her arm free, her other hand rubbing where he’d held her. Her eyes flashed green fire. “What the hell, Matt? Don’t manhandle me like that.”

  His grip on the towel wrapped around him tightened. “Would you rather Carter did the manhandling, then?” She raised her eyes from the arm she was still rubbing, and a sliver of guilt stabbed his chest, but he pushed it aside.

  “Seriously? If you’re going to act like an asshole, then, yeah, maybe I would rather hang out with Daniel. What the hell are you even doing here?”

  Matt forced himself to take a breath, calming his voice so that it dripped ice instead of fiery rage. “I live here. Since you’ve been here to visit me most of the week, I’d have thought you would’ve known that by now.”

  She narrowed her eyes at him. “Watch it, Matt. I’m not stupid. Don’t treat me like I am. Megan said you were working out with Chris. I didn’t expect to bump into you on my way to get changed.”

  “What the fuck were you doing here with Carter? And why would Megan set you up with him?” The icy tone slipped, melting back into the rage that boiled inside him. He’d never felt this possessive of anyone before, but he couldn’t help it. Seeing Carter’s hand on her had him seeing red. She was his. And he intended to make sure no one had any reason to doubt that.

  Hannah had crossed her arms over her chest and now rolled her eyes at him. “You’re the one who told me I should pose for Megan to help with her project. Daniel is the other model for the painting.” She said it like she was pointing something out to a small child.

  His nostrils flared. “You’re posing with him?”

  Hannah chuckled, before speaking even more slowly. “Yes, Matt. I’m posing with him. I don’t get why you’re making this into a big deal. Aren’t you posing for her paintings too?”

  As he stalked closer to where she stood in front of his bed his gaze dropped to where her cleavage pushed up over her crossed arms, visible through the gap in her robe. He doubted she realized that her posture—feet apart, one hip cocked—caused the bottom of the robe to gape too, exposing more of her pale thighs, almost to the juncture of her legs. God, was she really naked under there? Had Carter seen and touched her naked body while they posed for Megan? His fists clenched, and he forced another deep breath at the thought. Dammit, he hadn’t even gotten to touch her naked skin yet, and now some other asshole got to have his hands all over her. And the worst part was that he’d told her to pose for Megan.

  “Yeah, I’m posing for her. With one of the linebackers. Wells.”

  Hannah snorted at that.

  “You think that’s funny?”

  She laughed out loud, and he stepped even closer until he could wrap an arm around her and pull her against him once more. “You think it’s funny that I’m posing with another guy, while you get naked with one of my other teammates?”

  Her laughter cut off like she flipped a switch. “Yeah, I think it’s funny you’re posing with another guy because I was imagining you posing like we were. But I wasn’t naked. Neither was Daniel.”

  Matt’s nostrils flared again. “How were you posing? Was he touching you? Did he have his hands on you? Did he see your tits?”

  Hannah drew in a sharp breath. “I told you, we weren’t naked—”

  “Bullshit, Hannah. I can tell you don’t have anything on under this robe.”

  She pushed on his chest, trying to get away, but he didn’t let her. “You don’t believe me?” The anger was back in her voice. “You think I’m lying? You wanna see what I’m wearing under this? Should I tell you how Daniel touched me? Would that make you feel better?” She pushed hard against his chest once more, almost hitting him with her determination to get free, and he let her go.

  She fell back on the bed, her legs spread, the robe gaping further. Her eyes flashed and her nostrils flared as she caught herself so she didn’t sprawl full out on the bed. Sitting up and yanking on the sash, she pulled the robe open and let it fall off her shoulders. Leaving her … in a nude bra and panty set.

  He grunted when she shoved him in the gut. That had been unexpected, but he reacted on instinct, catching her hand by the wrist. He pulled her up, taking one step back so she could stand. “How were you posing?”

  Her nostrils flared again. She was breathing hard, her face still set in lines of fury. Turning in his arms, she planted her ass against his dick, reaching back to grab his left arm and wrap it around her waist. “Like this.” She pushed back on his right foot with hers, trying to get him to step back and widen his stance. “We stood with our right legs behind our left, and he leaned us forward.”

  Matt pressed his chest against her back, his feelings chaotic. He relished the feeling of her bare skin against his, the long wait to do so now over. Jealousy roared through him that someone else had been feeling this same skin while he was off running drills and lifting weights with Chris. Desire burned through his veins, his need for her sharper than ever.

  When Hannah had pulled his hand around her, it had forced him to let go of the towel he’d held around himself. Now, only the pressure of her ass against him kept it up at all. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Did you like having Carter pressed up against you like this? Did he grind himself into your ass to let you know he liked what he saw and felt?” Matt demonstrated the action he’d just described, his cock growing harder against her ass.

  She gasped. “N-no. What? No. We were just modeling.”

  “He likes you, Hannah. He just asked you out.” His voice was a low growl. “Do you like him, too?”

  “He’s nice and funny.”

  “Did you like seeing him without a shirt on?” When she didn’t answer he bit her earlobe, not too hard, just enough to get her attention, and enjoyed the goosebumps spreading down her neck and chest. “Answer me. Did you?”

  “He has nice abs.” Her voice was a whisper.

  He moved his hips back enough so he could land a quick smack on her ass. The towel fell away in the process, bunching at his feet, and he pressed his naked cock against the fabric of her panties, wishing now that she was naked.

  She gasped again at the impact of his hand on her ass. “What was that for?”

  “For admitting you liked looking at another guy.”

  “I have eyes, Matt.” Her tone had changed to sarcasm. “There are lots of
attractive guys in the world. I appreciate seeing a ripped, shirtless guy as much as you like seeing a topless chick with big tits.”

  He smacked her ass again, a little harder this time, rubbing the spot before grinding himself against her ass again. “Watch it, or I might have to take you over my knee again.”

  She let out a gasp and sagged back against him. “For what?”

  Matt couldn’t contain his smirk. She liked the idea of going over his knee again. She didn’t protest, and her body language screamed her assent. He’d perfected his ability to read body language on the defensive line. It was different in the bedroom than on the football field, but the skills transferred.

  Instead of answering her question, he asked his own. “Would you like that?” He tightened the arm around her waist while he rubbed her hip and thigh with his other hand. “Do you want me to sit on the bed and pull you over my knees and spank your bare ass until it’s red?”

  She didn’t answer verbally. All he got from her was a gasp and her head lolling back against his chest. That seemed like a yes to him. He spun them around and sat on the bed, bringing her across his thighs before she could register a protest. His cock pressed against the bare skin of her side, and her breasts and belly rubbed across his thighs as he positioned her.

  He rubbed her ass over the thin panties for a moment before smacking each cheek once. “You like that?” She still didn’t answer, so he did it again. “You like having me spank you, Hannah? Is this better than having Carter wrapped around you while Megan painted your picture?” Still nothing. “Answer me, Hannah.” He put an edge to his voice, and landed a slap on her upper thigh.

  That brought her head up in surprise, looking at him over her shoulder, her eyes wide. He rubbed her ass while he waited, his eyes not leaving hers. She dropped her head, her hair falling forward to cover her face, but he heard her answer clearly. “Yes.”

  He grinned and ran a finger under the waistband of her panties. “These are coming down now.” In answer she sighed and pushed her hips up against his hand. His smile grew wider as he tugged them down to her knees. The skin of her ass held a pink blush from the spanks he’d already given her. He rubbed his hand over her cheeks, stroking, caressing, enjoying the feel of her skin against his. She squirmed under his hand, and he bit back a groan at the friction against his bare cock on her side.

  “Do you want me to spank you some more?” She pushed against his hand again, but didn’t say anything. He didn’t respond to her wordless request, though, just continued to let his hand glide over her skin from her lower back, down to the tops of her thighs, all over. “Say it, Hannah. Tell me you want me to spank you some more. Ask me nicely.”

  She hissed, and for a second he thought maybe he’d pushed too far, that she couldn’t bring herself to admit it with words, to ask for what she wanted like this. But then her voice came out, barely more than a whisper. “Please spank me?”

  His hand slapped against her bare skin, the sound disproportionately loud compared to the actual strength behind it. She jerked against him, and he sucked his breath through his teeth, loving the way she squirmed on his lap. “Like that?”

  Her hair moved, and he could tell she’d nodded. He was tempted to push her to verbalize again, but their connection was still tenuous. The fact that she was allowing this was huge, and he didn’t want to ruin anything before they could get started. He didn’t think his cock could take it if she called things off just as they were getting good.

  So he spanked her again. And again. Alternating the slaps with rubs, varying the intensity and placement until her whole ass was a dark pink and warm to the touch. She jerked with the harder slaps, her legs kicking up, only the panties still around her knees keeping her thighs from parting more each time. When he decided she’d had enough, he dragged the panties down the rest of the way and off, her movements during the spanking having freed them from where they’d been trapped by her legs against his. He continued stroking over the skin of her ass, enjoying her sharp inhale when he squeezed the reddened flesh or scratched lightly with his fingernails. She bucked against him, and her legs fell further apart. He ran one hand down the back of her thigh, then back up along the inside to see how she would react. Did she want his touch there? Should he ask her? Or make her ask for that too?

  Tempting as it was to hear this girl beg for his touch, he didn’t know if she would, so he kept up the stroking, reading the reactions of her body. He wished he could see her eyes, see if they were clouded with lust, as drugged from the feel of him against her as he was, or if there was any hesitation. But he didn’t want to break the spell of the moment, and the way she spread her legs a little more each time he let his hands wander closer to her pussy confirmed that she wanted this. After one last drag down her inner thigh, he glided his hand up and up, letting his fingers brush over the parted lips at her heated center.

  She gasped and pushed back against his hand. He rewarded her by rubbing his fingers over her, letting his middle finger lay across her opening so the tip teased her clit when he stroked across her mound. After rubbing her there for a moment he pulled back and sunk his finger inside her. She let out a little cry at that, and Matt let out a curse when her muscles clenched on his finger. “Fuck. You’re so wet for me.”

  He withdrew his finger and shifted her back across his lap so she could sit up, helping her up slowly so she didn’t get too dizzy from being head down across his lap. When she seemed steady on her feet, he stood, running his hands up her torso to catch the bra and pull it off over her head. Her full breasts bounced as they came free from the fabric, and she raised her arms to help. Tossing it to the side, he cupped her head in his hands and kissed her.

  She responded immediately, her hands sliding along his arms to his shoulders and around to his back, pushing herself against him. Her lips parted, allowing him access to her mouth, and her tongue slid against his, fighting for control. But he needed to be in charge now.

  With one hand, he gripped the hair at the base of her skull, tugging her head back further, stepping closer to control their interaction. His other hand slid down her back, gripped her ass, and pulled her pelvis into him. One leg slid between hers, and he ground her against his thigh, his cock rubbing against the soft skin of her belly. Her hands clutched at him, her nails digging into the skin of his back adding a biting edge to the pleasure of having her again.

  He lifted her, turned, and dropped her down on the bed, following with her. He wanted to taste and devour every inch of her. Starting at her mouth again, he worked his way down her body. Her breath came out in little pants, and goosebumps skittered over her shoulders and chest when he scraped his teeth over her earlobe, kissing and nipping a path down her neck and over her collarbone. She moaned and arched into him when he got to her breasts, her nipples tight and hard against his palms and under his lips and tongue and teeth. He stayed there as long as he could stand it before moving down further, leaving a wet trail from her breasts, over her belly to the top of her mound. He planted wet, open mouth kisses along the edge of her trimmed, sandy-colored pubic hair.

  The jersey chasers he’d screwed off and on over the last year or so had been waxed, so it was refreshing to see a woman who didn’t primp and polish herself to an unnatural extent in the pursuit of pleasing a guy. Who may or may not even give a fuck. Waxed was nice, but not something he cared all that much about. He was just happy to be approaching what he’d been dying to taste since he saw her again.

  He ran his hands up her thighs, making room for himself between her legs, and settled down. He held her open, letting his breath fan over her swollen pink flesh. He could see her juices pooling in the opening of her pussy, and he couldn’t wait to get a taste. Would it be as good as he remembered?

  Time to find out.

  Hannah’s thighs tensed under his hands, and she let out a moan as he ran the flat of his tongue from her opening to her clit. The sound sent more blood rushing to his cock, which he wouldn’t have thought possible.
He smiled, letting his eyes travel up the length of her, over her breasts, the dusky pink nipples pointing at the ceiling, to where her hand pressed against her mouth. He massaged her thighs. “Look at me, Hannah. Watch me taste you.”

  He waited for her to prop herself on her elbows and look down at him, her hair mussed and tangled around her face, her eyelids heavy with desire. She had her teeth sunk into her lower lip as she waited for what he would do next. Leaning in, he licked her again, his pace unhurried, teasing, enjoying the taste and feel of her smooth, pink skin under his tongue again. Going down on her had always been one of his favorite things. That, and being inside her. Or her going down on him. Hell, anything that happened in the bedroom. Or wherever they could get enough privacy to bring out her wild side.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispered against her when she let her head fall back and stifled another moan. “Don’t hold back, baby. Let me hear what I do to you.”

  Her head came back up, her eyes wide. “Your roommates are still home.”

  He held back the chuckle that threatened to come out. “I doubt they can hear you. They’re probably fucking in their room. If they aren’t already, they will be once they hear those sexy moans coming from you.”

  Pink washed over her cheeks and down her chest, nearly matching the color he’d turned her ass moments ago. Instead of talking more, he dove back in, no longer teasing, driving her higher, wanting her to come before he gave in to the overwhelming desire to get inside her. By the end of their summer together, she’d been able to come just from his cock inside her, but that had been a long time ago. Their bond had suffered a lot of damage because of the way he’d acted. He had no idea if she would come for him like that, and he wanted to makes sure she got off first.

  He could tell she was still trying to hold back her sounds, but once he eased two fingers inside her and began thrusting, tapping against the spot he knew would drive her wild, she couldn’t contain them anymore. She grew louder, her breathing faster. He stroked her belly and thigh with his free hand, his mouth fastened to her clit, the fingers of his other hand buried deep in her pussy while he watched her lose control. Her muscles twitched, tensing with the oncoming release, the walls of her pussy clamping on his fingers, and he sucked her clit between his lips, fluttering his tongue against it. She exploded, only his hand on her thigh and his arm bracing against her other leg kept her from clamping her legs around his head, her mouth open in a soundless scream. He slowed his onslaught, but didn’t stop until she fell back on the bed, limp, her arms flung out next to her head.