Dirty Game:A Secret Baby Sports Romance(21)

As soon as they were out of sight, I reached for the railing. I took a big breath.

"What the hell is wrong?" Blake asked. "You ok?"

"He  …  he looks so much like your dad." I stared off into the horizon. A few late boaters were coming in for the night.

"I guess I don't see it." He put an arm around me. "Are you going to be ok?"

I nodded. "It was just a surprise. That's all. It made me feel like I was eighteen all over again."

Blake spun me toward him. "Did you hear what I said to you, Sierra?"                       
       
           



       

My eyes tried to follow his.

"I won't let anyone hurt you. Ever."

His strong arms wrapped me toward his chest and I relaxed against his  body. He was like a solid wall, daring anyone to pass through him. And  in that moment I knew that if someone tried they wouldn't make it  through. Blake had me. He would make sure no one hurt me again.

"Want me to take you home?"

"No. I want to stay for the wedding."

"Good." He tipped my lips toward his.

"I guess we should take our seats."

"Come on."

He pulled me from the railing and helped me down from the pier. We  walked across the grass and waited for Cole to escort me to our seats  while Blake followed behind us.

"Glad you came," his cousin whispered, depositing me in one of the groom's family seats.

"Thanks. Me too."

Blake sat next to me. He pulled my hand into his lap.

"Did I tell you how sexy you look?" he asked.

I nodded. "I think you mentioned it."

He looked over his shoulder. "Do you remember that little beach down there?" he whispered.

I was trying to read through the program. I recognized some of the names from high school.

"Yeah, I think so. Isn't that where we … " my words trailed off. I wasn't  about to say what we had done there. We were surrounded by wedding  guests.

His teeth grazed my ear. "It's where I-"

"Shh  …  don't say it," I warned him.

He smiled. When he did that I knew I wasn't going to be able to stop him.

"Why? You don't want anyone to hear about what a naughty girl you were?"

I eyed him. He couldn't be serious. "Blake, the ceremony is getting ready to start."

He squeezed my hand. "Just having a little fun, darlin'."

Before he could torture me further the music started and the first  bridesmaids walked down the aisle. I sighed with relief. I was  dangerously close to letting him push me to the edge of the fire. To  that circle where the flames danced in my belly and I couldn't help but  the let the combustion take hold.

We stood when Alex's bride appeared. Blake held my hand through the vows  and afterward when the bride and groom kissed. It was sweet, but quick.  We moved to the cocktail area to let the staff breakdown the ceremony  seats and convert it into the reception site. Everything was all in one  place.

Blake handed me another glass of champagne.

"I don't know if I should." I eyed him. I wasn't exactly tipsy, but  there was something about the night. Something in the air that was  making me buzz with excitement.

"I think you should drink it." He knocked one back. "I like it when  you're a little more daring. You let down your hair and let me do all  the things I dream about doing."

My core burned at the suggestion.

I touched the glass to my lips and felt the fizzy bubbles slide down my  throat. It was sweet. It warmed me to my toes on a surprisingly chilly  night.

The band started up. We watched from the sidelines as the bride and  groom took to the dance floor and went through the obligatory list of  dances with each other and their family.

"Come on." Blake tugged me by the arm.

I thought he was trying to coax me onto the dance floor, but he was headed in a completely different direction.

"Where are we going?" I stumbled behind him. It was hard to keep up in my high heels.

"You'll see."

We moved through the guests until we were on the other side of the tree line.

"You're not serious?" I looked up at him.

His mouth crashed against mine. "I'm fucking serious."

I melted in his arms and surrendered every last sensible thought in my  head as Blake stripped me in the moonlight on the same beach where I  lost my virginity to him.





27





Blake





I pushed the pink straps over her arms and the dress over her hips and thighs.

"It was right here," I whispered, turning her to face the water. I cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples between my fingers.

She nodded into my chest. "It was."

My hands coasted over her navel and between her legs.

"This was the first place I fucked you, Sierra."

She trembled as my hands slipped between the fabric of her silk panties  and her skin. I pushed a finger between her slit, rubbing a line from  her entrance to her clit. I groaned when her hips jerked forward.

My other hand pried her folds wide as I toyed with that swollen bud. It  was hard to the touch as I moved my fingers back and forth.

She mewed softly, her lips parted slightly. Her eyes closed as she leaned into my shoulder.

"You remember that night?"                       
       
           



       

"Yes," she whispered. "Everything about it."

I bit her ear.

My fingers sank deeper inside her. She clutched around me. Her walls caving in around my fingers with unbelievable strength.

"God, you're sexy."

"I can't believe we're doing this. All those people are just over there." Her head rolled in the direction of the reception.

"You want me to stop?" I pulled my fingers away, leaving a trail of honey along her thighs.

"No, don't," she pleaded.

I chuckled in her ear. I knew she wanted the same things I did. I  reached for my belt buckle and shoved the suit pants from my legs. My  cock sprung free, large and swollen with want for her.

I twisted her to face me before I lifted her feet from the sand. Her  legs clamped around my waist and I grinned adjusting my cock to find her  wet hot entrance.

"Oh God, this night has been so perfect," she moaned as I pushed up inside her.

I braced my back against a tree while she began to rock her hips into me.

"Fuck me, baby. Fuck me like you mean it."

"I do mean it." She held onto my neck, pressing kips against my mouth.  Her tongue swirled in and out. "I mean all of it. I love this. I love  being on this beach with you."

I grabbed her ass roughly and sliced into her. Her head flew back. "Ohh, Blake. That, I love that."

"Fuck, baby. So do I." I did it again until we were both trembling from how fucking good it felt.

She had the most incredible body. The most gorgeous breasts. The most  kissable lips. And there wasn't a part of her sexuality I wasn't fucking  insane about. She could move her body like a dancer. She could take me  to my knees. Her swollen clit. Those tits. The way she sighed with  pleasure. All of it.

I was going to explode inside her. Fill her with my come. She bounced wildly as I stiffened and my dick shot my release deep.

"Damn." I breathed into her neck.

She held on to me, clinging to my neck while my dick twitched with a  life of its own. My hands wrapped around the small of her back when I  felt her convulse and shiver. I watched in awe as she rode out an  orgasm. Her pussy clutched my cock. Her breaths were erratic and quick  and she mewed the sweetest fucking sound I'd ever heard.

My eyes met hers when she came down from the wave.

"That was fucking hot."

She kissed me. "It felt hot. You bring out a wild side in me, you know that?"

I laughed, kissing her forehead. "I think you've always had that wild side."

"And you like it?" she asked.

"Don't you know by now?"

She nodded and I took her mouth with a hungry kiss. God, I would starve without this girl. I needed her like air to breathe.





28





Sierra





The sex was epic. Mind blowing. Cataclysmic. I had just launched off  this planet when Blake took me on the beach. He owned me. That man owned  my body. Every square inch. Every morsel. Every taste he wanted. It was  his.

"We can do that every day when you're in Orlando."

"Logistics." I breathed. "Just let me figure it out. Please," I begged. I didn't know if I'd ever catch my breath.

He pulled me into his arms.

"The only logistic you need to know is that you belong with me. You  always have. I think there's a tree on this island somewhere that says  so."

I giggled. "You carved that in an old water oak. It's probably gone by now."

"It's not." His voice was dark.

"Oh. I just assumed a hurricane wiped it out."

"It's this tree, baby. The one we just fucked on. The one that made you come even after the sex was over."