by Morgan Fox
What do I do?
“I had an amazing night with you. I really did, but I’m not sure it can be more than that.”
“Why? Is it the football thing again?” He brushed his thumb over his lower lip. “I thought we covered this. Football is not who I am, it’s what I do. I’m still just a guy—”
“From Texas,” she finished. “Yes, I know, but there’s still more to it than that.”
“Are you worried that I’m using you? That I’ll date others if we’re together? Noble, you should know that I’m not interested in anyone else. Only you.”
She parted her lips, eyeing him. She pondered his words for a moment. That’s it. She had used him for sex and a good time, but it was mutual between them. Was it the idea that he could sleep with her and someone else, only keeping her around as a booty call? She didn’t want that. How could she trust that he would be true to her? He was a pro quarterback surrounded by gorgeous women on a regular basis. She didn’t want that kind of humiliation. She’d been down that road before and it had cost her deeply. She did fear that her time with Finn was just an illusion, and as long as she controlled the situation, she’d be okay.
“There’s other women out there, Finn.”
“But none like you,” he whispered. “I don’t know what it is about you and me, but we fit. We had so much fun together, even when we weren’t fucking.” He winked and heat warmed her cheeks. “Go out with me. Let me show you what I mean by ‘we fit.’”
She couldn’t stop the giddy burst of electricity from pulsing through her body at the thought of being with Finn. Sex with him had been epic, but she was curious about the rest of him. What would a real date be like with him? Would he be a gentleman and hold her door open for her? Would he let her ride his motorcycle? She smiled.
“I’m going to take that as a yes,” he said, sounding unsure.
“Would you let me ride your motorcycle?”
He slanted a quick glance behind him, his eyes obviously darting to the blue machine that had her mouth watering. She audibly swallowed. “Have you ever ridden a motorcycle?”
She feigned a shy smile, batting her lashes like some ditzy blonde. “Why no. I’ve only repaired them.”
He scowled. Not understanding. She laughed.
“Relax. I’ve grown up around motorcycles. My father had a few. My mother had a few. I’ve ridden since I was twelve. Started motocross when I was old enough to work on my own bike. My father believed that if you could drive it, then you could work on it, too.”
He grinned. “I really do have a lot to learn about you.”
“Yes, you do,” she replied, stepping around him to get a more thorough look at his bike. “Nice paint job.”
A midnight-blue paint with silver skulls wrapping around the fairing, tank, and back wheel, and enough chrome to sparkle to the moon. Wicked.
He folded his arms over his chest, eyeing her with a dubious grin. “Tell you what. I’ll let you ride my bike if you go out with me after the game on Sunday.”
“Are you actually resorting to bribery?”
“Is it working?”
She slung her leg over the saddle and righted the bike, feeling the weight of it between her legs. Then, she made sure the bike was in neutral and fired it up. Custom pipes. The bike roared like a ferocious lion. A shiver charged up her spine as she met Finn’s hungry gaze. Suddenly, the motorcycle wasn’t the only thing she wanted to ride.
He reached his hand out as if demanding she agree to the date with him on Sunday. She shook his hand. Then to her surprise, he sat behind her on the bike.
“Ever ridden with a passenger?” His hands circled her hips, holding her against his hard body.
She grinned. Inclining her head over her shoulder, she said, “Finn Kipling, you just became my bitch.” She lifted the kickstand with her foot and charged out of the parking lot.
Loving the thrill of the ride, she took him through the city and on to some of her most treasured roads. Sneaking off on long motorcycle rides had been her favorite activity. She’d spent hours researching the best roads to ride on in Texas. There were hundreds of places surrounding Dallas alone. Day trips, weekend trips, she’d been on so many she’d lost count. Nothing felt as good as getting out on the open road, no matter where she was headed. Just riding was the pleasure. But now, having Finn wrapped around her, she had a new appreciation for riding with someone as opposed to being alone.
His hands massaged her hips and waist, and occasionally his thumbs would brush the underside of her breasts, sending a flooding warmth between her legs. Nibbling her lip, she found a place to pull over. There was only so much stimulation she could take.
“Is everything all right?” he asked, as the bike came to a stop.
She didn’t answer, she simply pulled out the kickstand. He didn’t take his hands off of her, but he did slide his palms down her backside as she moved off the saddle to stand.
She pulled off the leather jacket and tossed it over the windshield of the bike, freeing her overly sensitive breasts from the heavy material. Then, she moved toward him, capturing his face in her hands. She took his mouth hard. Another moment without tasting him would’ve been too much.
Finn’s hands came up, palming her back, drawing her closer to him. He groaned against her mouth, drinking her in as if parched and dying of thirst. She couldn’t get enough of his powerful body, the overwhelming desire to have more of him. Her body was melting in his arms, and all she could think about was having him buried inside her again.
“Please tell me you brought a condom.”
He shook his head, taking her mouth, parting only to answer, “I don’t normally go around expecting sex. Sorry.”
She was more pleased than disappointed. She liked that he wasn’t prepared to get laid. For now, maybe he really did only want her. She broke the kiss. “That’s okay. There are other things we can do.”
His brow rose up. “Are you suggesting we”—he glanced around as if to ensure no one would hear him—“dine out?”
Laughing, she licked her lips, the idea of him filling her mouth suddenly became the most erotic thing in the world. “Are you okay with that?”
“Are you serious?” He swallowed hard. “Hell yes.”
“Good.”
She lowered her hands, working them over every corded muscle in his chest and stomach. Damn, he was hard everywhere, but nothing compared to the firmness she felt when she unzipped his pants and took hold of his cock. He hissed as she slowly stroked him.
With his help, she worked his pants down enough to free him fully. “I haven’t done this a lot,” she shared. “Tell me if I’m doing anything wrong.”
She lowered herself, kissing a trail down his stomach, and finally licking the head of his cock, swirling the tip with her tongue. He groaned, arching his hips upward, silently begging her wet mouth to take him. Wetting her lips, she drew him in, sucking hard a few times, before retreating to lick the length of him, tip to base.
“Damn woman,” he muttered.
She worked him, tasting him the way she’d secretly desired. She hadn’t done anything like this since River, and he’d held her head, forcing her to do what he wanted, gagging her until she choked. Laughing at her inexperience.
Finn wasn’t anything like that. As big as he was, he let her do whatever she wanted. He kept his hands on the motorcycle, giving her all the control she desired and that made her even hungrier for him.
Working her hot, little mouth over his cock, she could taste his salty flavor. When his hands finally closed in on her shoulders, she shook her head, knowing he was close to release. She wasn’t shy. She wanted to know what his flavor was like on her tongue, and when his hot seed shot into the back of her throat, she didn’t stop sucking him until he was spent.
“Holy shit,” he murmured, breathing hard.
She licked her lips and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a sense of sexual pride filling her chest. In a blink, Finn was off the bike, righti
ng his pants. Then he reached for her, pulling her against him. His large hands roamed all over her body. He tugged her tank top off and pulled her breasts free of her bra. His greedy mouth went to work on her nipples, sucking and biting them until they were hard, erect points. She moaned when he popped the button of her jeans open and slid his hand inside her panties, fingering her moist slit.
“Damn, you’re so wet.” He yanked on her jeans. “These have to go. Now.”
A quiver shot through her as she leaned against the motorcycle. He helped remove her boots and then her jeans and panties, leaving her bare ass pressed against his motorcycle.
He jutted his chin toward the motorcycle, his body fierce and predator like. “Sit on the bike with your back on the tank.”
She did. He moved in closer, palming her legs wide. “I’ve only dreamed of you like this. Never believed—”
Before he finished his thoughts, he dipped his head between her legs and clamped his mouth around her clit, sucking and licking. She gasped as he feverishly tasted her, his uncontrollable hunger leaving her breathless. The sight of him pleasuring her body was unlike anything she’d ever seen—an erotic display she craved. This virile man wanted her. Needed to be with her and she needed him, wanted him. The connection they shared was mind-numbing. Being with him was like a dream.
He slipped his finger inside her, fucking her as his mouth ravenously consumed her, sending her body into a molten frenzy. The pressure inside her pussy built to a fevered pitch, and she was ready to come undone. She weaved her fingers through his hair, and when he inserted a second finger, she flew over the edge.
Crying out, he savored her until she could no longer take it. Out of breath and panting, she tingled everywhere. Her body burned with heat, but shivered as a cool breeze moved over her sweat slickened body, a reminder of just how naked and vulnerable she was splayed out on his motorcycle.
When she cracked open her eyes, she saw Finn’s insatiable gaze devour her. That look brought butterflies to her belly and a wave of rapturous pleasure to her body.
“Please, don’t move,” he begged, his voice husky and shaky. “I want to remember you like this for as long as I live. So beautiful. If you only knew just how much you affect me.”
He groaned as he trailed a gentle touch over her body. He weaved his fingers with hers and aided her to stand. Nothing had prepared her for how alluring he was, how unforgettable. A part of her wanted to believe the things he said, his charming facade, but she didn’t know him well enough. Not yet.
Fools rush in, so don’t be a fool.
She searched for her clothing and dressed. She could feel Finn watching her. When she faced him, his expression was unreadable.
“Is everything all right?” he asked, picking up her tank top and handing it to her.
“Never better.”
He reached for her. “Noble,” he whispered, bringing her to a stop. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her close. “You’re full of surprises.”
Heat warmed her face. Her heart beating funny in her chest. “We should get you to bed,” she quickly said, casting her eyes to his bare chest. “You have practice in the morning and I have spin class.”
He placed his index finger under her chin and brought it upward, meeting her gaze. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay with me tonight? We could finish what we started here.”
I want nothing more than to have you deep inside me, pleasuring me all night, kissing me as if you wanted me forever.
She shook away her thoughts. She needed to keep herself grounded. Too many incredible nights like the two they shared and she might get swept away too quickly. She had to be cautious. She couldn’t let herself get hurt again, embarrassed or otherwise.
“Tonight was fun.” She pressed to her toes and kissed him. “Let’s focus on Sunday, okay?”
He kissed her back. “Yeah, okay.”
Chapter Ten
Every day Finn sent Noble a text telling her he missed her and was thinking about her. Even though she questioned how much could she trust him and where a relationship with a pro athlete would go, she liked that he had a need to be charming, a need to check in on her. No man had ever done that before.
I never gave anyone an opportunity.
Noble couldn’t wrap her head around the two magical nights she’d spent with Finn. Somehow, he’d managed to bring a different side of her out, allowing her to lower her inhibitions and just free herself of the fears she’d been unable to forget. With Finn, she gave into her desires and freed a spirit that had long been trapped. It felt good. Being with him felt good.
Sitting in her office at home, she scoured through a stack of papers that had been lying on her desk for months. Contracts. That pesky fear had stopped her from making a decision on opening her own fitness and nutrition center. She had loyal private clients who would help her spread the word and grow a business. What she lacked was assurance.
Showing her confidence in public had been easy. No one knew about her entrepreneurial desires. Strutting around Iron Horse with a chip on her shoulder kept away prying advances, but the insecurities she harbored over opening her own business were real—and crippling.
She’d been stashing cash away ever since her parents’ deaths. They left her a small fortune, one she’d never spent a cent of. Her parents had known she wanted to open her own fitness center and she planned to do it.
Someday.
Timing was everything. She’d been earning money like crazy at Iron Horse and keeping up her fitness love by attending and teaching as many spin classes as she could. She’d even picked up a few kick-boxing and aerobic classes. It didn’t pay great, but it did keep her experience growing. She also continued her education in the field, attending fitness seminars and lectures. She was addicted.
But nothing was on her mind more than Finn. He seemed to slip in whenever possible. From the moment she woke in the morning, to the time she crawled back into bed, he was there, teasing her with his rumbling voice and his alluring smile. Tormenting her with the wicked things they had done, and if she were lucky, would do again.
A knock came to her door. She wasn’t expecting anyone. Moving to answer it, she glanced through the peep hole. Her body fired up. Inhaling deeply to slow the racing beat of her heart, she opened the door. Instantly, Finn was on her, wrapping his arms around her, and shoving her back into her home. He kissed her mouth with a savage need, then cupped her face, kissing her all over. She heard the door slam shut behind him. She smiled as he kissed her chin and down her neck. He lifted her up and carried her toward the sofa.
She gripped his shoulders and gently pressed against them. “Wait. What happened?”
He grinned, flashing his million-dollar smile. “I couldn’t wait.”
She laughed and her feet hit the floor. “It’s only two more days.”
He rolled his eyes, pressing her down onto the sofa. “That’s like forever.” He yanked his shirt off, and then froze. “You don’t mind, do you?”
Mind? More like, what the heck took you so long?
She raised her shirt to show him her breasts. “Do I look like I mind?”
He finished taking off her shirt, opened his pants, and she reached in to free his cock. Grinding his teeth, he pulled out a foil package from his pocket and handed it to her. “Would you mind doing the honors?”
She tore the package open and slid the latex over his cock. Then she shimmied out of her pants. Pressing her knees to the cushions of the sofa she leaned over it, presenting her ass to him. He knelt between her legs and licked her pussy. She cried out, surprised to feel his mouth on her. His fingers replaced his mouth, rubbing her clit. When he stroked her pussy with the head of his cock, her head fell back. She shook as he slid into the depth of her heat, starting slow and building into a frenzy of need. He drilled inside her, the same kind of fast and furious thrust she silently demanded. He took her with a desperation she couldn’t describe, as if it was the first and last time they’d ever be together
. She clung to the fabric of the sofa, holding steady as he pleasured her body. He leaned over her, bucking his hips hard and fast as he rubbed her clit, bringing her to release. Her vision went white as she cried out and he emptied himself inside her.
Panting, he crushed himself against her back, cradling her in his arms, while his knees rested beside hers on the sofa. There was such an insatiable need brewing between them. The bond was mind-blowingly erotic.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured against her ear. “I couldn’t help myself.” He settled on the sofa beside her, pulling her down to lay on his chest. He brushed her hair away from her face. “I’ve missed you.”
“Sure it’s not the sex you miss?” Her eyes rounded. She hadn’t meant to say that aloud.
He frowned. “Is that what you think?”
She sat up, shifting off of him. A part of her obviously did think he was using her, or she wouldn’t have said anything. Her damn insecurities would be her doom.
She blew out a heavy breath. “I guess some fears never go away.”
“What do you mean?”
She pulled the blanket from the back of the sofa and wrapped herself in it. Finn stayed naked. It took her a moment to build the courage to share the truth of her past mistake. “When I was in college I was in love with the star quarterback. He took advantage of me. And I never saw it coming. I was embarrassed when he paraded me around the entire team after I’d lost my virginity to him. He made feel like trash. I guess a part of me is waiting for you to do the same thing to me.”
“Noble,” he whispered, saddling up beside her. “Hurting you is the last thing I’d do. I would never use you—not without reciprocating the favor, anyway.” He winked. “Sex with you is incredible. I can’t stop thinking about being with you.”
She covered her face with her hands, hating just how ill at ease she was. “So is it sex that has you knocking on my door then?”
“No, that’s not what I said.”
At his frustrated tone, her hands slipped down her face.
“Hold that thought.” He grabbed his clothing and went to the bathroom. When he returned, he was wearing his underwear. He sat down beside her. “I want you to stop with all this negative thinking. I don’t like seeing you like this. Where’s the confident Noble that had me begging for her number? She’s here somewhere, I know it.”