Game For Love (Bad Boys of Football 3, An Erotic Contemporary Romance)

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by Bella Andre


  Every muscle, every sinew, every tendon was tensed.

  “Seems like you’re having a hard time relaxing,” she murmured against the dark line of hair that trailed from his belly button down towards his cock. “I’m thinking maybe I should blindfold you.”

  When his growl came, she didn’t bother hiding her smile of pure feminine pleasure. How had she gone this long without knowing the thrill of holding a man sexually captive?

  It was beyond incredible.

  “You don’t like that idea very much, do you, Cole?”

  “You have no idea how close you are to the edge, sweet Anna.”

  The unveiled threat in his voice sent a wave of intense desire through her. “Close enough to make you black out, I hope.”

  She knew he would try to grab her. But before he could, she opened her mouth wide and sucked his cock inside. Using what she’d learned the previous night about bypassing her gag reflex, she tilted her neck slightly and relaxed the tight muscles until her nose was pressed into his pelvic bone.

  She was mesmerized by his taste—his pre-come was salty and sweet all at the same—and his scent. So clean, so distinctive. Again and again, she took the long, thick length of his shaft into her mouth and throat, working the base with her hand on every outward thrust.

  She’d loved sucking him last night. She loved it even more now, hearing his wild groans of pleasure, his heated praise at how wet and soft and tight her mouth was around his dick.

  A hot splash of fluid erupted from his thick head and she greedily licked it up.

  “It’s too damn good,” came a split-second before he pulled her mouth off his cock and lifted her pussy onto it.

  She’d known all along that he wouldn’t let her take him all the way over the edge in her mouth—not yet, anyway—so instead of fighting him, she gladly sank down onto his thick, throbbing shaft with a deep sigh of pleasure.

  “So perfect,” he said as his hands moved from her hips to cup her breasts. “So damn pretty.”

  Using her thigh muscles to propel her up and down over his cock, she rode Cole like a star jockey. Sweat dripped between her breasts and he lifted his head to lick at a rivulet in the center of her chest, along her breastbone.

  The rough stroke of his tongue in such an unexpectedly sensual spot sent her into a climax she hadn’t even realized was coming. Her inner muscles pulled and clenched at his thick shaft and she ground her clit into his pelvic bone to prolong the incredible waves of pleasure. Somewhere in there she realized he was growing even harder inside of her, that he was thrusting harder.

  At the very last second, he pulled out of her, his semen spurting against her belly as he ground himself against her. But Anna hadn’t forgotten what she’d wanted earlier—what he’d taken away from her when he’d had her ride him instead.

  A moment later, she had him in her mouth. And this time, instead of pushing away, he helped her take his still rock-hard shaft deeper into her throat.

  It was the first time she’d ever tasted herself on a man’s flesh. Her musk was all mixed up with Cole’s essence, but instead of being disgusted by what she was doing, she was filled with a surprising satisfaction instead.

  “Anna.”

  Her name was a plea on his lips, and she was shocked to realize that his cock was actually growing between her lips, against her tongue.

  Spurred on by this realization, she was just getting down to business when she felt his hands on her hips again. She fought to resist him—this time she was getting what she wanted, no matter what—but then she realized he wasn’t pulling her off, he was simply rearranging her so that his cock was still in her mouth.

  And her pussy was directly over his face.

  Despite everything she’d done with him over the past twenty-four hours—oh God, it hadn’t even been that much time, had it?—despite the fact that she was sucking on his penis as if it were a popsicle on a scalding hot day, being exposed to Cole in this way pushed every one of her shy buttons back into overdrive.

  Quickly sliding her mouth off his shaft, she said, “Cole, you don’t have to do that,” at the same time that she tried to move her thighs from where they were pressed against his ears.

  “Oh yes, I do.”

  His response came a split second before his tongue swept between her folds. Part of her wanted to jump off the bed and lock herself in the bathroom in embarrassment. The other part wanted to grind down onto his lips, force him to plunge his tongue deeper.

  His hips lifted as she tried to decide, his cock-head probing her lips, and she instinctively opened back up for him, taking him onto her tongue. And then, as if he knew she was still on the verge of running, he took the decision away from her with a long, slow slide of his fingers inside of her, curling them into a vibrantly sensitive patch of flesh deep inside her vagina.

  She whimpered around his cock and arched into his fingers, inadvertently pressing her clit harder against his tongue at the same time. Apprehension quickly morphed into nearly unbearable excitement as he captured the swollen bud between his lips and sucked.

  Blood rushed between her legs, making her lightheaded and gasping around his cock. But instead of letting her up for air, he only thrust deeper down her throat. And amazingly, that out-of-control feeling was what sent her over the edge yet another time. Her third climax was so powerful that the firm pressure of a large hand on her thigh holding her still was the only thing that could have kept her where he had her, his tongue flat and hard against her clit, his fingers plunging deeply into her wet canal.

  Contractions continued to rip through her when she got her first salty taste of Cole, one long shot deep in her throat. Frenzied sounds of licking and sucking and moaning reverberated through her small bedroom as she tried desperately to focus on pleasuring him the way he’d pleasured her, but, oh God, it was so hard to focus on anything other than the way his tongue and fingers were still tormenting her sensitive flesh.

  Finally, she lifted her mouth from him and tried to move back into a normal position on the bed. But he wasn’t quite done with her, holding her still for one more sinful kiss of his lips against her pussy.

  “Cole,” she begged, “please.”

  “Want another?”

  He followed up the offer by a seductive lash of his tongue against her labia.

  “Cole.” She moaned his name this time and even she wasn’t sure what she was asking for.

  His chuckle was warm and evocative against her incredibly aroused, sensitive flesh. And then, finally, he set her free, shifting out from between her legs.

  “Looks like I’m developing a serious sweet tooth.”

  His grin was wolfish—satisfied and full of ownership. Her heart clenched, even though she knew better. Yes, Cole made her feel good. Yes, she enjoyed being with him.

  But that didn’t mean she could let herself fall for him.

  She needed to remember at all times that he was using her to make his grandmother happy.

  She needed to make sure all she did was use him right back.

  She needed to make sure she didn’t fall in love.

  She scrambled off the bed, grabbing a blanket that had fallen off the bed in their frantic lovemaking. “I have some things to get ready for school on Monday.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “You trying to kick me out?”

  She started to shake her head, then realized that after the things they’d just done to each other, there really was no point in lying to him. “Yes.”

  He shifted off the bed and the quick swelling of disappointment in her stomach at the thought of him actually leaving surprised her.

  “I’ll help you with your suitcase.”

  Maybe it was all the brain cells she’d lost when her brain exploded from three intense orgasms, but she wasn’t following. “I can unpack my bag just fine on my own, thanks.”

  “It’s going to hurt my feelings soon, you know.”

  “What is?”

  “The way you keep forgetting that we’r
e married, sweet Anna.”

  She wrapped the blanket tighter around herself and took a step backward. “I haven’t forgotten.”

  “Then why don’t you seem to understand that you’re moving in with me?”

  “No.”

  Entirely without her permission, he opened up her closet, found a larger suitcase, and threw it on the bed. “People expect a new wife to live with her husband.” He yanked open her dresser, grabbed a handful of her underwear, and tossed it into the bag.

  “Stop doing that.” She gathered up her underwear, accidentally loosening her hold on the blanket. “Has it even occurred to you to ask me first before you make a decision about something?”

  “My grandmother would know something was up in an instant if the papers reported me leaving here without you.”

  “I’m sick and tired of you using your grandmother as your excuse for every stupid thing you do!”

  She all but clamped her hand over her mouth, the blanket dropping all the way to the floor. Not only did she already know that Eugenia was the entire reason for their relationship, not only did she know that Cole would have never, ever picked her out of a crowd if he hadn’t been looking for a good girl—but she also knew how deeply he was hurting over his grandmother’s illness.

  “I’m sorry.” She wanted so badly to take back her careless words. “I know how much you love her.”

  She was surprised to find him standing in front of her, one finger tipping her chin up so that she was meeting his dark and serious eyes. She was naked, now, but he didn’t look away.

  “My grandmother has nothing to do with the fireworks between us, Anna. While we’re married, you’re going to be in my bed every single night.”

  Still trying to find a loophole, she pointed to the window where the last rays of light were still peeking through her blinds. “It’s not night yet.”

  She waited for his stubborn response, waited for him to tell her it was nonnegotiable.

  “I want you with me, Anna. More than I’ve wanted anything in a very long time.” He looked as serious as she’d ever seen him, totally earnest. Honest in his desires, both prurient and otherwise. “Please come home with me, sweetheart. Stay with me. Let me take you back to my bed and give you all the loving you deserve.”

  Oh no.

  Anna knew exactly how he meant “loving.” He was talking about sex, about what they’d been doing in her bedroom and in his apartment in Las Vegas.

  But her heart—her stupid, pathetic, rapidly pounding heart—was doing everything it could to ignore the truth.

  And it was her heart, not her brain, that made her drop her underwear back in the suitcase and say, “I need the matching bras, too.”

  His answering smile was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

  Oh no.

  Chapter Ten

  Anna looked at his house and said, “You really should have had me sign a pre-nup.”

  Not only was Cole known as one of the meanest men in the NFL, he was also one of the surest footed. Nonetheless, Anna’s crazy statement had him tripping over his feet.

  “Say that again.”

  Clearly unaware of his dangerous reaction to what she’d said, she gestured to his huge stainless steel and granite kitchen, out the sliding glass doors to his infinity pool and sloping green lawn. “All this must be worth a fortune. When your lawyer or manager or whoever it is that works for you finds out about our marriage, they’re going to lose it in a serious way.”

  “Well then, maybe I won’t ever let you go.”

  Her eyes widened in surprise, making him realize what he’d just said.

  He didn’t want to let her go. Not now. Not ever.

  Jesus, what the hell was he saying? What the fuck was he thinking?

  Her taste, her sweet little whimpers as she came, the wonder in her innocent eyes as she took him into her mouth—clearly, they were all fucking with his head.

  “We both know I’m going, Cole. After you don’t need me anymore.”

  Yes, he knew that was their agreement. One he’d thought he was happy with.

  “You won’t even take jewelry, Anna. I’m not worried about you coming after my house.”

  But instead of agreeing with him, she frowned. “But you don’t know anything about me.”

  He couldn’t keep away from her, had to move closer. “You sure about that? Seems to me I’ve learned quite a bit about you since last night.”

  Her beautiful face flushed. “I’m not talking about sex.”

  “Sure you are, sweetheart. You can’t hide from your sensuality anymore. I won’t let you.”

  “I’m not hiding from anything.” She thrust her chin up into the air, putting her lips even closer to his.

  He moved even closer. “My sweet little liar. Don’t you know you give yourself away every time you look at me like that—like you’ll die if I don’t kiss you in the next five seconds?”

  Her eyes widened again, but this time desire trumped her surprise, and he had to kiss her. Her mouth opened for his, her tongue meeting him halfway.

  Cole loved fucking as much as any other guy. More, probably, given the rampant opportunities in his line of work. But usually after he’d come a couple of times, he was pretty much done for a while. At least until the next day.

  Not this time.

  Not with Anna.

  For some reason, just looking at her, just talking to her, teasing her, had him wanting her so bad he was about to bust through his zipper. She made him feel insatiable to the point that he knew he could easily spend the rest of the night taking her again and again. Hell, the only reason he could see to get out of bed at any point in the near future was because he had a job to do out on the field Sunday.

  Which meant they had a good twelve hours to fill until then.

  But the way she'd said, “You don't know anything about me,” bothered him. “Where were you born?”

  Her body stiffened in clear surprise. “Why?”

  “Tell me, sweetheart. Where were you born?”

  “Palo Alto.”

  Noting that she hadn’t moved far from home, her apartment barely an hour from her childhood home, he asked, “College?”

  “Stanford.”

  He wasn’t surprised to hear that his sweet little sex goddess was carrying around a big brain too. Intelligence sparkled from her ocean eyes.

  “Major?”

  “Education.”

  “Favorite color?”

  “Yellow.”

  He had to smile against her lips, where he’d been asking his questions. He loved talking to her like this, right on the verge of a kiss, knowing he could take her mouth, devour her at any time.

  “Hobbies?”

  “Reading.”

  “Any ex-husbands?”

  She tried to pull away from him. “No!”

  He tightened his hold on her, was glad to feel her relax back into his arms. “I know you have four sisters. Any brothers?”

  “No.”

  He knew her age and birthday from the marriage license they’d filled out. “Favorite movie?”

  “Hoosiers.”

  This time he was the one shifting in surprise. “A basketball movie?”

  She grinned. “Basketball is just one facet of the story. It’s actually a very moving portrayal of second chances and overcoming racism and finding real love.”

  He grinned back at the woman he’d married. She was just so likeable.

  And so damn pretty.

  “Your turn. But let’s do it backwards. Movie?”

  “Pretty Woman.” Her eyes sparkled. “Are you laughing at my answer?”

  “No.” A giggle erupted. “Okay, yes. A little bit. It was a great movie, but you’re such a guy.”

  “What guy wouldn’t like the part where Vivian waited for Edward at his dining table wearing only a tie and spike heels?”

  “Perv.” She smacked his chest, but she didn’t try to move out of his arms. “Brothers or sisters?”
r />   He shook his head. “I wish.”

  She paused for a moment, her eyes softening, her fingers unconsciously stroking his biceps. “Ex-wives?”

  “Hell, no.”

  She raised an eyebrow at that. “Hobbies.”

  “Crushing the offense.”

  She cocked her head to the side. “What does that mean?”

  “I’m a linebacker, sweetheart. My job is making sure no one gets through the line.”

  “What about your spare time? What do you like to do when you’re not playing football?”

  He grinned wickedly. “How about I show you again right now?”

  “Cole!” She smacked his shoulder. “Apart from that.”

  He shrugged. “Helping out a teammate’s camp for kids and doing some reading with a literacy program.”

  Cole was used to people looking at him like he was a walking bank account. Like he was a hero, a sports god. But no one but his grandmother had ever looked at him like this, like she saw something inside him that pleased her.

  Anna's mouth was a light brush of pleasure against his. “Favorite color?”

  He licked the curve of her lower lip, made her shiver against him as her nipples hardened into his chest. “Green.”

  It sounded like she was having some trouble breathing evenly as she asked, “College?”

  “University of Las Vegas.”

  “Major?”

  “Football.”

  She gave him a hard look. “Do you ever think about anything else?” He shot her another wicked glance and she quickly said, “Never mind. Forget I asked. But apart from football, what classes did you like best?”

  “Probability. Statistics.” Jesus, why was he telling her these things? “It’s one of the reasons I like football so much. Coming up with plays is a lot like the problems I used to do in class.”

  Her answering smile stole his breath. “I thought you all just ran around and jumped on each other.”

  “You’re so sweet. So naïve. Good thing there’s nothing I’d rather do than teach my sweet little schoolteacher all the things she doesn’t know.”

  He cupped her ass and pulled her tighter into him, ready to move onto the next part of getting to know each other better.

  “Wait,” she said breathlessly, “I still don’t know where you were born.”

 

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