Dirty Play:Sports Romance(22)

I nibbled on the end of a croissant and popped a strawberry in my mouth.  I didn't know how all of this had happened. How I had ended up as Wes's  girlfriend. Eating room service breakfast before his big game. But it  had. And I was completely, blissfully happy about it.







"Oh no, oh no." Gloria clutched my hand as Wes was tackled. We were  perched high in the Sharks' stadium. My heart sank as I saw him lying on  the ground.

It was the third quarter and we were down by a touchdown.

"Please let him be okay." She squeezed her eyes shut.

"Get up, son," Bud muttered behind us.

I'd never felt my heart beat this loudly or violently. One of the  linemen reached down and pulled Wes up to standing. I finally let myself  breathe again.

"Oh, he's okay. He's okay." Gloria still hadn't let go of the death grip she had on my hand.

I nodded at her, not feeling completely reassured. "It looks like he's fine."

From up here, there was no way to get to him if he needed me. As soon as  he hit the ground, my mind listed off twenty possible medical outcomes  for a hit like that. The first one was a concussion. But I looked on the  jumbo screen and he was smiling, and no one from the training staff  seemed to be running to examine him.

They snapped the ball, and Wes took a few steps back before slinging the  ball into the end zone. Touchdown Wranglers! I jumped to my feet,  clapping and screaming. God, how did he do that? He took a hit that  would have knocked most men out for the rest of the game, and instead of  sitting on the bench, he brought the team back into contention. The  game was tied.

The last quarter was one of the most nerve-wracking experiences of my  life. The Sharks scored again. We kicked a field goal, and then managed  to snag an interception. There were three minutes left on the clock and  the ball was in Wes's hands. It was up to him to score, or the Super  Bowl dreams were over for this season.

I was clinging to Gloria as desperately as she was clinging to me. I  could barely watch as the ball was snapped and Wes scanned the field.

The stadium was deafening, with Sharks fans screaming for their defense.  I didn't know how the team could hear the calls Wes screamed on the  field, but they seemed to know what to do.

Sam Hickson ran into the corner of the end zone and Wes shuttled the  ball into his hands. That was it. Game over. The Wranglers were only one  game away from the Super Bowl.

Gloria squeezed me. "Oh, honey, that was a close one."         

     



 

"It was." I didn't know what to say. I didn't know football could get my  adrenaline going like that. I didn't know I felt like I had so much at  stake in the game. But I was starting to understand. I was starting to  discover the pull to the game. The need to be a part of something  thrilling and unpredictable. I smiled to myself-it was everything like  being with Wes.

"No use hanging around here." Bud dropped his beer on the counter.  "Sharks don't want us waiting around. Better head back to the hotel."

"I'll see you two there." I wanted to revel in this for a minute. I  wanted to watch the on-field interviews and see the look on Wes's face  when the reporters asked him how winning felt.

"I'm so glad I have a game girl." Gloria grinned. "Next one should be back in San Antonio."

That was a relief. Traveling like this was stressful. I had to be back  at the hospital early in the morning, which meant a late flight tonight.  Keeping up with both of our careers wasn't easy.

"Bye." I waved at Wes's parents and sat in the cushy leather chair. I  wanted to soak it in. Feel what he felt. See what he saw. I sat, not  caring how much time passed before I was ready to leave. Somehow being  here felt every bit as important as watching him play.







The Wranglers' plane had landed hours before mine. Wes was already in  the apartment when I walked through the door. There was a bottle of  champagne on the counter, two glasses, and a trail of candles leading to  the bedroom.

"Wes?" I called in the apartment. The lights were dim and I had a funny flutter in my stomach.

"Bring those glasses in here, will you?"

I smiled and picked up the chilled flutes. He was lying on the bed, his head propped on his elbow.

"Congratulations." I handed him one of the glasses. "That was a huge game."

"Thanks, Doc." He sat up to kiss me. "Thought we could celebrate."

"I can't drink much. I've got three surgeries tomorrow." I took a sip. The bubbles slid down my throat.

"That's not much fun." He moved the hair off my shoulder and kissed  behind my ear. "But we've got other ways of celebrating, don't we?"

I nodded. I didn't need champagne to get drunk. Just being near him made  me lose my mind. He pulled the glass from my hand and put it next to  the bed.

"Wes, about last night?"

"What about it?" He pulled the shirt over his head and I almost licked  my lips. His chest was flawless. I loved every muscle on his body.

He began unbuttoning my shirt and shoved the sleeves off my shoulders.  He kissed one, then the other. With a quick flick, he had my bra  unclasped and on the floor.

"God, I love your tits."

I groaned as he pulled me into his mouth. The thoughts flew out of my  head as my chest arched forward to give him more. I couldn't wait to  have him inside me. I couldn't wait to feel his powerful thrusts.

I hitched my skirt up around my hips as he shrugged off his jeans. He  sat forward as I straddled him, with my knees on either side, and sank  onto his hard shaft with a violent strike.

"Oh, God," I moaned, rocking my hips into him as he held my lower back so I could grind harder and faster.

"Fuck, Lennon." He gripped my hips, slamming me harder onto his cock. I  clutched at him, sinking my nails into his shoulders. "I love when you  fuck me this way," he groaned.

Neither of us could last long like this. His sure and solid thrusts,  with my hot and wet core clenching around him, were too intense for  either of us to hold off. I clawed and screamed, bouncing harder as he  filled me with his release. It seeped along my legs, and I rested my  head against his shoulder, feeling the sweet sweat of sex drip between  us.

"Welcome home, baby," he growled.

He rolled onto his back, bringing me down to the bed with him. And we slept.





Twenty-Three





Wes





I packed my suitcase with the team logo embroidered on the side. This  was it. The big dance. The prom. The Holy Fucking Grail. After last  week's win against the Kings, we were going to the Super Bowl.

There was an entire week of press preparation before the game. A few  days of practice scheduled in and one media event after another with the  team to show what a great group of guys the Wranglers were.

I looked at Lennon, who was stretched across the bed. Her bare ass was  round and gorgeous. She kicked her heels toward her bottom, resting her  chin on her folded arms.

"You sure you don't want to come out early?" I asked. I hated leaving her here.

"I have work, remember? Surgeries. Patients who need me. A job." Her eyebrows rose.         

     



 

"But I need you." I slapped her on the ass as I walked past the bed.

"I'm flying to San Diego as soon as my shift ends Friday night. You can have me then." She grinned.

I pounced on top of her, tickling her ribs. "And what if that's not soon enough?"

"Hey, hey. Stop." She giggled, rolling onto her back.

I inhaled, seeing her gorgeous tits pointing in my direction. "You think  I can go six days without these?" I kissed the tight nub on each  breast.

"You told me yourself you can't hang out during the day or night. You're  booked solid. And so am I. What do you want me to tell my patients?  Sorry, Mr. Smith, I can't do your shoulder surgery because I'm going to  the Super Bowl. Oh, sorry, Tommy, but you're going to have a deformed  foot because my boyfriend needs me at the Super Bowl."

I groaned. "I hear you. But I don't really give a shit about those  people." I pinned her wrists over her head. "I want you with me."

She gasped. "You have a car that's going to be here in about fifteen minutes to pick you up. Don't start what you can't finish."

I eyed her wickedly. "The Wranglers aren't leaving San Antonio without me. And I'm not leaving without one more taste of you."

My dick hardened at the sexy little sound that escaped her lips. Fuck,  she was hot. I didn't know being with the same woman over and over again  could be this good. I didn't know she could keep surprising me. I  didn't know that I could be more turned on now than I was the first time  I fucked her.

"So, are you going to do what I tell you to do?" I bit her bottom lip.

She nodded.

I kissed her stomach and settled between her legs. This was my favorite  slice of heaven. I licked up one side of her folds and down the other,  bowing her off the bed.

She tried to press her knees together against my head, but I gripped  under her ass and pulled her quickly to my tongue, plunging it to the  deepest part of her core. She rocked into me, her hips wild with  passion. Her hands were in my hair, then tugging on her breasts. As I  pumped in and out of her with my tongue, I felt her rhythm turn  desperate.