Double Score

by Violet Paige

  “Tell me,” he demanded. His eyes flared with cockiness as he bit his lip. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you. Tell me to fuck you the rest of your life. Tell me to fuck you slow and deep.”

  My nipples hardened and tingled. My clit pulsed and my core quivered into a pool of lava. He had me where he wanted me. He had me wanting him. Needing him.

  He let the head of his cock slide through my slick folds once again until I was raging with animal thirst for him.

  I locked on his eyes. “All of it, Sam. Please. All of it. With this ring, fuck me with only this ring on, because I’m yours and only yours. And don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

  His mouth crushed over mine as he soared inside me a piercing thrust.

  “Oh, God,” I rocked toward the ceiling to meet him.

  The slower and deeper he moved, the more I felt as if we were lost together in an ocean. Our bodies, drowning in each other, spinning and colliding through waves and peaks. Lulling to catch our breaths before the tide tumbled over us and we washed back out to sea.

  “Forever, Natalia,” he whispered in my ear.

  I could only nod in agreement as my fiancé plummeted me into an abyss of love and ecstasy. Pleasures that only existed between us. Sinful, dirty moves that we loved to perfect. He threw my ankles over his shoulders while he reached for a stack of pillows, wedging them under my bottom.

  He grinned. “So fucking deep,” he promised. He kissed my calf, licking and sucking on my skin while I pushed against the headboard with my palms.

  “Oh, Sam.”

  He always knew what the next step should be—how to send me into a rip current of erotic sensation. His thumb pressed lightly at first and then circled rhythmically over my swollen clit. I thrashed under his touch, clinging to his cock, whimpering his name, reveling in the pureness of what his body could do to mine.

  My eyes flew open as the orgasm crashed into me. He drove harder and faster, making sure we rode this one together. My ring banged against the headboard, but we kept going. Fighting the tide and the current. Holding on for life while our bodies were tossed in endless pleasure. With one final thrust, Sam plunged into me and I felt his release as his body tensed before he lowered his lips to mine and kissed the hell out of me.

  “Oh my God.” I breathed heavily. I traced the dragon on his arm.

  He kissed my collarbone. “You’re fucking incredible. How did I get so lucky?”

  “You?” I couldn’t catch my breath. We had outdone ourselves.

  He tucked me against his arm. “Is it okay if we sleep some before dinner?” he asked. “And I brought two bottles of champagne.”

  “Two?”

  He nodded over my head. “One for the audition and one for the engagement.” He sounded drowsy.

  “Naked nap, yes.” I closed my eyes in my fiancé’s arms and fell asleep to the sounds of the lake waves hitting the shore.

  Sam

  I sat on the stoop of the cottage and held the fresh cup of coffee between my hands. I ran to the office to pick up one for Natalia while she slept. I didn’t want to wake her, so I waited here instead and watched the birds fly over the lake.

  The lake was peaceful in the morning. We needed this time together. Time before we announced our engagement. Time before Natalia began rehearsals with the troupe. And for me, time before I had to start spring training. It was only a few weeks away.

  I took another sip and thought about what was in front of us. I thought about my season and how far I’d come with the Wranglers. We may not have won back-to-back titles, but I had outperformed my rookie statistics. If it hadn’t been for Natalia though, I don’t know if it would have happened.

  Maddie had screwed me over. I was convinced that I’d never date another woman during football season because of her. That was until I met Natalia. She was patient with me when no one else would have put up with my shit.

  She shared herself so willingly, so easily, that I trusted her. It was the trust I needed to get over the fear that she’d leave. I was terrified she’d walk out like Maddie did. And it was the fear that got in my head—not the woman. It was the fear that distracted me. The fear that kept me off focus. I was a fucking idiot. I had trust issues and didn’t know it. I could have lost the best thing that happened to me because of it.

  I heard the door creak and I turned around.

  “Good morning.” She smiled. The sheet was draped around her shoulders. Fuck. She was still naked. “Can I join you?”

  I scooted to the side. “I got coffee for you.” I handed her the cup as she settled in next to me.

  “Thank you.” I watched as she inhaled the steam. “It’s so quiet this morning.”

  “The opposite of last night.” I winked.

  She whipped around. “Holy shit.”

  “What?” I followed her eyes.

  “Our windows were open?”

  “Yeah. I wanted to hear the lake. I might need to jog back to the office for a refill.”

  “The entire time? The windows were open since we got here?”

  “So I aired out the place? It was stuffy. There’s not a single person here. And you’re the one sitting outside practically naked.”

  “No one except the little old couple in the office.”

  I laughed loudly. “Now you’re modest?”

  She smacked me on the chest. “Do you think they heard us?”

  “Have you tried to have a conversation with them? They both wear hearing aids. I think your double sex life is still safe.” I winked at her.

  “It’s not a double life.” She pursed her lips together.

  I kissed her on the cheek. She was cute when she was pissed at me. “So, how does the rock feel this morning?”

  She extended her hand and her frown was replaced with a beautiful smile. “Unreal.”

  “I’ve had that ring for two months, trying to decide when the right time to propose was.”

  “Two months?” She studied the rainbows bouncing around the porch.

  “I thought it might be at the Super Bowl.” I didn’t want to think about what a punch to the gut our season was. “But I knew that wasn’t the right time, even if we had made it.”

  “And how did you know yesterday was it? What if they had rejected me and I was a crying mess? Would you have still done it?”

  “That wasn’t going to happen. There was no way they weren’t going to offer you the position. I’ve seen how hard you’ve worked the past few months. You’ve thrown everything into ballet. You were meant for this, Natalia.”

  She pressed a sweet kiss to my mouth. “I think I was meant for something else too.”

  My eyebrows rose.

  “For you. I’m meant for you.”

  There was an instant pang between my ribs. I had done a lot of wrong things in my life. I’d made some shitty decisions and paid the price. But I didn’t know what I did to deserve this woman. This woman who could take me to my knees and then send me higher than a fucking kite. This woman who made dirty seem right, and love seem even better.

  I had gone down on one knee yesterday, praying like a little kid that she’d say yes. That she’d join me in this crazy life I had. That she’d put up with my bad habits and my insane schedule. That she’d overlook the microscope I lived under as a celebrity. That she’d embrace my culture and realize we’d never live in Paris. That more than anything she would accept how much I loved her and wanted to protect her. I’d never had instincts like this to cherish someone. It felt natural to want to keep her close. I wanted her to be safe and happy, and nothing was more important.

  She sighed over my shoulder. “How long do we get to stay this time?” she asked.

  “I might have checked with the troupe ahead of time.”

  “Oh?”

  I nodded. “Sure did. And you have about ten days before they need you in Austin. So what if we spend three or four days here?”

  “Are you serious?”

  “Sound good?” I already knew the answer
before she said anything. Her face was elated.

  “It’s the best engagement present ever.”

  “It gives us some time before everyone finds out. Before the media circus begins.” I was dreading that part, but it came with the territory of being a professional athlete.

  “I thought maybe when everyone found out we were dating the fascination would have been over.”

  I shook my head. “Have you seen you?” I eyed the dip at her breasts where the sheet was starting to come undone. “They will never want to stop taking pictures of you. I don’t think they care about me so much anymore.”

  She giggled. “Not true. I see how the girls look at you.”

  “Jealous?”

  She chewed on her bottom lip. “Maybe a little.”

  I grabbed the edge of the sheet to test how tightly she was holding. It fell off her shoulders.

  “Sam,” she warned me.

  I licked my lips. I wasn’t going to stop there. Natalia was mine. My fiancée. My love. My life. And soon she would be my wife. I had to make the most of this honeymoon preview.

  “If you don’t want that little couple to see what I do to make those sounds come from your gorgeous lips, you better get inside.”

  “You wouldn’t.” She looked incredulous.

  “Wouldn’t I?” I winked.

  She scampered up the stairs, gathering the sheet around her waist, and ran inside with laughter. I dropped my coffee and pounced after her.

  Natalia had taught me something the first night we met and it was a lesson I wouldn’t forget. No matter what—never let her get away.

  Part 1

  Dirty Play

  1

  Wes

  I was a god. And not just any god. I had an arm that could throw a lightning bolt a hundred yards, with two seconds left on the game clock, and score. They should have called me Zeus. I could run faster than any damn lineman trying to knock the shit out of me. I could read the defense faster than the whistle blew. I could call plays and execute before the defense could say their own names. I was a fucking god out on that field, and everyone knew it. The coaches. My teammates. The fans.

  Hell, I had known it since I joined the pee-wee league when I was six. That’s what kids do in Texas. Kids that have dads who want them to be competitive assholes before they can read. And that was me. Born to play football. Born to dominate. Born to win. Molded and coached into the best fucking quarterback to walk the planet.

  And I did win. I won state playoffs in high school, I won our conference title in college, and I was on our way to taking our team to the Super Bowl. Nothing stopped Wes Blakefield. Nothing.

  I could fuck any woman I wanted. I could gamble. I could party after a game. All of it. Because I won. The American Football Association wasn’t going to stop me. And neither was my team. I brought them millions. As long as I won, they would look the other way.

  They didn’t give a shit about the women or the bets. As long as I put a W in the column every Sunday, they stayed off my back. I was a walking cash machine for those bastards.

  Until everything came crashing down.

  2 months earlier

  “Blakefield, you want me to pick you up tonight?”

  “Like a damn date? No thanks. I’ve got a driver.” I slapped my wide receiver on the back with my towel.

  Practice had been light today. We ran some drills and I worked out a new route with the receivers. I stood in front of my locker, shoving my clothes in my bag, and picked up a water bottle.

  “I guess you’re not planning on going home alone?” Stubbs grinned.

  “Do I ever?”

  The locker room was almost clear. Most guys had showered and were headed to the Dean. It was a tradition among the Wranglers that the rookies threw a party as a gift to their teammates. We didn’t like to call it an initiation, but we all knew there was hell to pay on the practice field if the party sucked. The name stuck after the first rookie, Larry Dean, threw one hell of a party. I didn’t know what was in store for the night, but I was hoping it involved a pair of big tits and a tight ass. The guys knew my type, and I expected them to deliver.

  “See you there.” Stubbs waved as he exited the locker room.

  I threw my bag over my shoulder and headed out after him. I didn’t expect to run into Coach in the corridor.

  “Wes.”

  “Hey, Coach.”

  Coach Howell was in his mid fifties, but the poor bastard looked like he was pushing seventy. That’s what coaching in the AFA did to a man. It shaved years off his life.

  “I heard tonight’s the Dean.”

  I nodded.

  “I need you to keep the boys in check. Keep things light.” There were dark circles under his eyes.

  “Light?” No one on the coaching staff attended the Dean, and they never would, but it didn’t mean they didn’t know what went on there. Players talked. And God help the man whose wife or girlfriend found out about it.

  “You’re the team captain. I need you to show some leadership. Restraint. Moderation.” He eyed me like a father telling his son taking a girl to first base was okay, but rounding second was out of the question on a first date.

  “You’ve got nothing to worry about, Coach. I’ll keep an eye on the team. I’ll probably have a beer and leave. These things don’t last long anyway.”

  “We don’t need bad press, Wes. We’re on the verge of the playoffs, and this party couldn’t be more ill-timed. If one of my players ends up in the headlines, it jeopardizes everything we’ve worked for all season. You get that?”

  I could appease the man, or I could tell him to fuck off and stop worrying like a damn grandma.

  “Got it, Coach. The boys will behave. Don’t worry.”

  He smiled grimly. “All right. You know the AFA rules. You know what’s at stake. They’re looking for anything that could be a potential problem. They don’t want their playoff teams crippled with scandal. It’s bad business, Wes.”

  I gripped my bag, trying to inch closer to my car. “Anything else, Coach?” I couldn’t give a fuck what the AFA cared about. I won games. I collected my paycheck. That was the extent of my relationship with the American Football Association.

  He shook his head. “Nah. Have a good time.” He pulled his visor snugly across his forehead and walked toward the staff offices.

  I snarled as he vanished around the corner. I wasn’t a damn babysitter, and I wasn’t about to tell a bunch of grown men what they could and couldn’t do at a party. This was our present from the rookies, and if it involved women, booze, and some competitive poker, I wasn’t going to stop it. I deserved it. I had thrown the party my rookie year, and now it was time to reap the rewards.

  I started my Porsche, revving the engine a few times before peeling out of the parking lot.

  This rookie squad had spared no expense. They had rented the penthouse of the Grand Rio, overlooking the Riverwalk. I barged through the doors, smiling at my teammates.

  “Wes!” Stubbs jumped over the couch with a beer in his hand.

  I cracked the lid and took a sip. “These fuckers did a pretty good job.” I observed the girls in lingerie handing out drinks.

  “They’ve got a special surprise for you.” He waggled his eyebrows. “But I can’t say what.”

  “Really?” I finished off the beer.

  One of my linemen walked over. “Dude, this is epic.” There was a brunette wearing a sheer bra and panties wrapped around him.

  “I can see that.” I eyed her tits, which were basically exposed. She batted her eyelashes at me.

  “So where’s my gift?” If Bruno had this girl, I could only imagine what they had lined up for me.

  Sam Hickson strolled over. He was by far the best tight end I had ever played with. And he had become the unnamed spokesman for this year’s rookie class. I liked the guy. He was solid on the field and didn’t let his personal shit interfere with the game.

  He tossed me my second beer. “We’ve got a spac
e waiting for you.”

  My eyebrows rose. “You do?”

  “Come on, man.” He led me through the girls and the impromptu dance floor that had just started.

  Sam opened the French doors to the balcony, and I grinned when I saw what he had in store.

  “You like it?” he asked.

  I walked toward the table and sat in one of the velvet chairs. “What’s the buy in?”

  “We thought fifty K would be a good start.”

  I felt the surge of adrenaline shoot through me. I felt the chips roll through my fingers before I stacked them back in place.

  “Who’s playing?” I asked.

  “Me and a few of the other guys.” Sam sat next to me. Soon the table was full.

  One of the guys, I didn’t even know his name, pulled out a box of Cubans and placed them on the table.”

  “Nice.” I smiled, lighting one.

  The doors opened, and a waitress appeared with a bottle of scotch and five glasses. She leaned in front of me, wafting her perfume in front of my nose, along with a good look at her nipples. She smiled at me while she poured my drink. I slapped her on the ass as she turned back for the suite.

  I looked around the table. “You bastards have managed to not fuck up the DEAN. Good job.” I took a puff of the cigar and looked at the cards in my hand.

  Sam tried to put on a poker face before we started. “And the night’s not even over.”

  I laughed. “Yeah, it better not be.”

  I loved poker. I loved money. I loved expensive scotch and cigars. But I also loved to fuck, and this night wasn’t going to end without me taking one of these girls to the master suite. I leaned back in my chair like a king. Yeah, this was turning out to be one hell of a night.