by Becca Taylor
“I played just about every sport my mom could put me in. Baseball and football were my game, though. What about you? You seem to know your way around sports, and I’m not just talking about your job.” He takes a bite of his burger and swallows half of it.
“Same as you; I played baseball, soccer, field hockey, track, I was on the dance team, swimming, but not football. Substitute that with cheerleading, and that sums me up. Overachiever.”
Our conversation stops when the commentator announces the bases are loaded. Bryce is up to bat. He has the highest batting average on the team. When he walks up to the plate, he gives a few practice swings before planting his feet and taking his stance. The first pitch is thrown: strike one. The second pitch: foul ball. The third pitch goes wide: ball one.
“Come on, Bryce,” I yell like he can hear me cheer him on. We’ve become close since I “tortured” him during his injury, and I want him to leave the other team in the dust. The next pitch is straight down the pipe—perfect.
He swings. I wish I could hear the crack of the bat as it makes contact with the ball. He hits it out of the park. Grand slam. Even through the window, you can hear the roar of the crowd. Inside, bottles and cups clank together in victory. As he rounds third base, I notice him falter. His speed slows drastically when he crosses the home plate. Where the team is usually giving high-fives, I see the trainer come help Bryce down the stairs.
I look at Hunter. “I have to go down.”
He lifts my chin with his finger to get me to look up at him while he gives me a kiss on my forehead. “Go. Do your job, Lex. Text me when you want me to come down. We’ll be here if you come back.”
“Okay.” I yell a quick goodbye to everyone as I run out the door.
It takes forever for me to maneuver through the crowd to make it to the training room. I’m out of breath by the time I make it to where they have Bryce. He has an ice pack wrapped around his thigh.
“What happened?” I ask him instead of the trainer.
“I’m all right. My leg cramped up. It’s not a big deal. I’ll be back out there before you know it.”
The trainer steps in. “Not this game.”
Bryce gives him a sideways glance. He knew they would take him out.
“At least it was one hell of a way to go out, slugger. If you’re okay, I’m going to go back to my friends, but be prepared for me tomorrow.” I laugh out of relief that he is okay because it kills me to see any of the guys get injured.
“I’m good, Lexi. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be back to myself by tomorrow.” Both the trainer and I glance at each other. He’s a stubborn one.
ALL FOR A WOMAN, I changed around my schedule. That’s how hard up I am to see Lexi. Work has always been my number one priority in life. It will allow me to provide the kind of life I want for my future family. But this woman makes me want to say fuck work altogether.
Between her grueling schedule and my two jobs, if I get to talk to her on the phone, I consider myself lucky. Most of those phone conversations are sexy as hell, too. If I get to listen to her as she comes undone, it’s better than nothing at all. A week straight with my hand is about all I can take. Tonight, I want her.
She told me she has a client coming to her house today. Normally, she does the traveling, but she told me this was a special case. At five thirty, I pull up to her house. I give her an extra hour to finish up, but that’s it. I come armed with groceries; I plan to cook her the meal of a lifetime then make a meal out of her.
The fancy sports car in her driveway makes me think maybe she ran late with work, but she texted saying she was finishing when I left my place. While I’m pulling up the brake on my truck, the front door opens. Lexi comes out first, dressed in her little running shorts and tank top.
That’s when I see him behind her. Bryce fucking Lane. And he’s touching my woman. First her shoulder, then her lower back, but the minute his lips touch her cheek, I see red. If Lexi hadn’t come directly to me, the fucker would have a bigger problem than a pulled leg muscle. He might not have arms or legs, and his career would be over.
“Hunter, Bryce asked if we wanted to go grab a bite to eat.” I barely hear what she says. The blood is coursing through my veins, so much that I can hear it in my ears. The need to show him what’s mine has me wrapping my arms around her and pulling her in for a kiss.
“Not tonight. The car is loaded with groceries. Remember when I promised you I’d cook you my lasagna? We’ll be having that tonight. Thanks for the invite, though. Maybe next time, Bryce.” It’s not a friendly exchange. I say it in a dismissive way.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Lexi. Thanks for squeezing me in today. Nice seeing you again, Hunter,” Bryce says. No other words are exchanged between the two of us, just a nod of our heads. He understands. It’s time for him to climb in his fancy car and get the fuck out.
“Night, Bryce.” She says his name too sweetly. It hits me in the gut like a punch. I’ve never been a jealous man. Not until Lexi.
Reaching into the car for the bags, I carry them upstairs and put away everything that needs to be in the fridge. The rest I toss on the counter.
“You’re awfully quiet.” Lexi is standing by the kitchen island with her hip propped against it. She crosses her arms and continues. “You were kind of rude to Bryce too.”
I stand directly in front of her, caging her in.
“I couldn’t care less if I’m nice to him.”
She’s glaring up at me, staring me down. “I care. I work with him, Hunter.”
“Why didn’t you tell me who was coming here?”
“Why should I? It was work.”
“You shouldn’t have been here alone with him.”
“I was perfectly safe alone with Bryce.” She says his name again, and I groan.
“He touched you. I didn’t like his hands on you. You’re mine, Lex.”
I tower over her. Her hands go to my chest and the look in her eyes changes. It’s not fear, though. Lust maybe. It’s been too many days since I’ve been inside her, and the need to remind her she belongs to me is too strong.
In one swift motion, I lift her on the island. With one hand, I reach behind my neck, grabbing at my shirt and tossing it on the floor a second later. At the same time that I unbutton my pants, I toe off my shoes and socks. My pants land on the top of the pile of clothing. I want her focus on my body.
Lexi is sitting on the island. Her eyes stay locked on me the whole time. I can see her breathing increase, and that’s the way it should be. I’m the cause for that, no one else. Taking two steps forward, I stalk her as if she’s my prey.
“Hunter.”
That breathy sound she makes when she says my name; that’s how she should always say it, and it should always be my name coming from her mouth.
I grip the sides of her shirt and pull it over her head. Her perfect tits practically spill over the top. With one arm around her waist, I lift her enough for her to wiggle her out her shorts. I lower her to the countertop again and throw the shorts over my shoulder, not really caring where they end up, as long as they’re off her.
Taking a few steps back, I look at Lexi. She sits there with all the confidence in the world. The hot little light green number she’s wearing is sexy as hell. The more I look, the more she seems turned on. Her bottom lip is between her teeth as she releases her hair from the ponytail it was in. With a shake of her head, it pools down her back.
I’m one lucky son of a bitch.
She crooks her finger at me, and like a puppy dog, I go. Her hand reaches into the waistband of my briefs, pulling me out the rest of the way. The light touch of her hand against my cock doesn’t help what little self-control I have. I want to sink into her and never leave her warmth. But there is no way in hell I will hurry this. With Lexi, I’ll never rush.
I want to devour and savor her at the same time.
I want to make her forget any other man exists.
I want her to crave me like I crave her
.
I want to own her the way she owns me.
“Kiss me,” she begs.
I pull her to the edge of the island until our bodies are touching. I grip her hair in my hand, giving it a gentle tug. I lower my mouth to hers. The instant our lips meet all control is lost.
Her kisses are addictive. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of the little sounds she makes the minute my tongue touches her; the way her head falls to the side, allowing me to go deeper. I love how her legs wrap around my waist because she wants every inch of us touching.
I bite my way down her neck; I want to leave my mark on her, but I know I can’t. Tracing the outline of her neck with my tongue all the way up to her ear, I nibble and bite the tiny lobe. The sound she makes when I touch the tender flesh is throaty and sexy as fuck. I want to hear it over and over again.
She tries to hold me when I stop, but I need to taste more of her. My finger hooks under the front closure of her bra. With a simple flick, it opens, allowing her perfect tits to break free from the material. The straps fall off her shoulders. Lexi moves her arm in a way that causes it to fall to the countertop. I smile when she picks it up and throws it across the room along with the rest of the clothing.
“Lie back, Lex.”
She starts to lower herself by putting her arms behind her, causing her tits to push out further. I cup each one in my hands. Her pink nipples are begging for attention. The moment the pad of my thumb traces the taut skin, Lexi moans. I pinch the tiny pebbles between my two fingers, drawing them out more. She lowers to her elbow, and her head falls back. I feel like a starved man. The moment my tongue touches her flesh, she falls the rest of the way down.
I trace slow circles around her darkening nipples with my tongue, rotating between each, letting the heat of my mouth warm her up, and temperature of the room cool her down. I begin to nibble then soothe her tender breasts while my hand massages the other firm globe, teasing and taunting the nipple. The deeper I massage her, the more she responds, her body writhing beneath me.
Lexi’s hands move to behind my head, making my cock throb each time she grips the strands that have started growing between her fingers. I lean my head into her touch and close my eyes, wondering how her touch alone can ignite a fire inside me.
“I need you, Hunter.”
Those four words make me want to pound into her and give her exactly what she needs. Me.
“Soon, Dolcezza.”
I lift her from the island, carrying her the short distance to the lounge chair outside … more comfortable than the hard wood her back was on. Lexi stands in front of me as she removes the last piece of clothing on her body, the lace panties that give me a glorious view of her ass.
She holds onto my shoulders to step out of them completely then brings her hands to my briefs, lowering them along with her body. She grabs a pillow from the lounge, places it under her knees, looks up at me, and licks her lips. I grab my cock, giving it a good hard squeeze. He’s getting frustrated. I’m getting impatient.
Her hands wrap around my thighs, pulling me a step closer. I lower my cock to her warm mouth. She works just the tip between her lips while drawing slow circles with her tongue. My hands find their way into her hair, tangling in the long red locks.
“Fuck, Lex.”
When she sucks me down to the back of her throat, I have to fight the urge to move and let her stay in control. She begins moving up and down my cock, twisting her beautiful mouth over my length. All the while, she keeps her eyes focused on me. I’m not ready to end this yet, so I give her hair slight tug to get her to stop. With a pop, I spring free from her mouth.
She stands to climb onto the lounge chair, with her ass in the air. Lexi gives a little wiggle, and I’ve had enough. She lets out a scream of surprise when I flip her on her back.
“Shhh, Lex, we don’t want the neighbors to come out and see.”
“I don’t care if they see.”
They can’t. It’s dark enough in here they can’t see in, but that doesn’t mean they can’t hear us. The thought of that seems to excite her. I consider it a challenge to see how loud I can make her scream.
With my feet, I spread her legs wider. I run my fingers through her lips to find them wet. Unbelievably wet. I move to the ground below. My arms wrap under her thighs to bring her to my waiting mouth. With the first swipe of my tongue, she pushes up on her feet, raising herself off the chair. With one hand, I push her down, holding her still. It’s my time to be in control.
Using two fingers, I spread her lips to give me better access to the spot that will drive her to the edge. I suck the tiny button between my lips, teasing it with my tongue. The more she tries to move, the more I press down to hold her still. I enter her with one finger, adding a second when she begs for more. Her moans and breaths grow louder by the second while her hands both try to pull me away and push me closer.
I’ll never tire of tasting her. Her flavor is like no other woman’s is. The sweet and tanginess is Lexi. Hell, just the scent of her alone drives me insane. I devour her pussy like I would her mouth. I’m still learning what her body responds to, and to this, she immediately reacts. I stop for a moment to kiss her inner thighs. I don’t want her to finish yet.
“Damnit, Hunter. Don’t stop.”
“I got you, Lex.”
Turning my fingers, I get closer to the spot that will bring her closer to the edge. This time, I take her completely in my mouth while using my tongue to circle her clit. I feel her walls tightening against me, but I don’t let her orgasm just yet.
“I was so close.”
“I know, Caramella. I want to feel you come undone while I’m deep inside you.”
I stroke my cock with the hand that was just inside her, allowing her juices to coat me. I have no problem sliding into her. I pull out slowly then go in deeper with each stride. Once I’m in all the way, Lexi comes undone. She grips my cock like no other. I stay deep, allowing her to ride out her orgasm.
“God, you are amazing.”
When a woman tells you that you are amazing, at least for me, it makes me want to give her more than that. I want what I give her to be indescribable.
“I’m not done with you yet, Lex.”
Without breaking the connection between our bodies, I sit, positioning my legs on either side of the chair. I pull Lexi’s body toward me. Fuck, she feels good. Slowly, I roll my hips. My one hand roams her body: her throat, breasts, stomach, and clit. The need to get deeper builds. I grip Lexi’s hips and lift with each inward motion. She quickly gets into the movement and pushes up with her feet.
“That feels so good,” she moans.
I still want more.
“Lex, flip over. On your hands and knees.”
The minute our bodies come apart, I groan. Immediately, I miss her warmth. She moves into position, but I move her legs outside of mine. Lowering to her elbows, Lexi gives me the view of a lifetime. I grab my cock in hand, stroking it, while she looks her fill over her shoulder. Without warning, I enter her.
“Fuck.”
Watching my cock disappear inside her is almost too much. I rock in and out, going deeper and deeper. The way she clenches around me is driving me insane. She pushes up on her hands, moving with me. With each stroke, our speed increases. Sweat glistens on her body. I can feel my own sweat dripping down my back.
The need to come is building. I push her down flat and wrap my arms under hers.
“Grab the top of the chair and hold on,” I growl out.
I’m about to lose all self-control. Lexi’s grip on the wood gets tighter and tighter each time I pound in her.
“More, Hunter. I want harder.”
“Fuck, Lex.”
The first thrust I make, my balls start to tighten. The second, she comes undone. The third is my end: the sound of her screaming out my name. I seat myself deep inside as I come, letting out my own sound of pleasure. There is no way the neighbors didn’t hear us. I only hope their sex life is half as
good as it is between Lexi and me. My woman is a goddess.
I lower down on my side, pulling her to me. First, kissing her shoulder, then her neck, and lastly, her ear. As we’re both trying to regain our breath, it hits me. I am completely in love with this woman. There’s no way I’ll tell her that just yet, though. Someday, I will, but today is not that day.
“Didn’t you say something about lasagna?”
I smile. “You hungry?”
“Famished.”
Reluctantly, I move away from her to look for where Lexi left my boxer briefs. Underneath were the panties she was wearing, so I hand them to her.
“Wait here,” I tell her as I head inside. I grab my t-shirt from the kitchen floor and bring it back to her. After I help her put it on, I lift her from the chair, carrying her to the kitchen to place her on the island once again. This time, so she can watch me as I cook for her. My woman. The woman who, from the day I met her, I knew there would be something between us. The woman I can see having children with and growing old with. The odd thing is that, with Amber and Gabby, I never saw that. But with Lexi, I want it all. I can picture it with her as clear as day. Somehow, I just have to convince her she wants the same thing.
I give her one last kiss before getting to work—a kiss that will last me throughout dinner until I take her again in bed. My cock is already excited at the thought. First, we need food.
THERE IS A GORGEOUS man cooking in my kitchen. I’ve never had a man cook for me. My dad does not count; this is completely different. Hunter is making something special for me. He’s standing there looking all hot in his black and white boxer briefs. His firm ass looks mighty fine as he stirs whatever is on the stove.
“Aren’t you afraid of something splashing on you? Do you want an apron or something? You are far too pretty to get burned.” There’s an apron in the kitchen somewhere. I’ve seen my mom in a frilly one with those puffy sleeves. It’s bright pink with flowers. I almost laugh at the thought of Hunter wearing it.