Go Hard: A Bad Boy Sports Romance(58)

He didn’t look back at me. “I know.”

“Why do you?”

“I’m not sure I do either.”

“So why are we doing this?”

“Because it’s the best move.” He sighed and sipped his whisky. “Trust me, Hartley. I’ve reasoned this one out every which way, and this is our best move. I think Janey is more self-centered and businesslike than you realize.”

“She smiled,” I said.

He turned and looked at me. “What?”

“When you hit her brother. She smiled.”

He frowned. “That’s weird.”

“It was really weird. She didn’t look like she cared at all.”

He paused. “Did you care?”

“I don’t know,” I answered, surprised by the question. “I didn’t think you needed to do that.”

“Those people are going to try to fuck us, Hartley,” Travis said. “I needed to do something to show them that I’m a dangerous person. I needed them to be afraid enough to stick to the plan.”

I nodded slowly. That made sense. He got up from his spot and walked into the kitchen, getting a second glass. He poured me a small shot of whisky and carried it over, handing it to me.

He held up his glass. “To fucking over the mafia.”

I held up mine. “To saving the family farm.”

He laughed, clinked my glass, and drank. I drank mine down, feeling the burn in my stomach, grateful for the slight numbing spreading through my body.

“How are we going to make this happen?” I asked him.

“I’m not sure yet. The mafia has money and time invested in me now, though. They’ll come to a meeting if I call one.”

“Aren’t they going to check us out, though? That Culver guy, he’ll realize we’re not hiring people with that money.”

“Let me worry about Culver,” he said, taking the glass from my hand. He poured two more drinks, handed my glass back, and sipped his.

“You know,” he said, looking at me, “Janey asked you a question. Why do you think I’m helping you?”

“I honestly don’t know.”

He stared at me. “Yes, you do.”

I shook my head. “I really don’t.”

“All this and you still don’t get it?” He smirked at me. “Come on, Hartley.”

“This is your hometown. You don’t like seeing someone get hurt here.”

“Close,” he said.

“You’re a SEAL. You believe in saving people.”

“That’s true too, but why you?”

“I don’t know,” I said, my heart beating fast. He stepped close to me, putting his glass down on the table.

“Yes, you do,” he said. “It’s because of that fucking fire in you. It’s because I never saw a victim.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You’re strong,” he said. “I’ve been around a lot of women in my life. Been with a fair number of them, too. But you’re the first one that I thought had anything hard inside her, the first one I felt like I could understand.”

“You think you understand me?”

“Maybe. Or maybe I think you understand me.” I felt his hands on my hips, sliding down slowly toward the hem of my dress. “Maybe I just can’t get enough of this fucking body, these hips.”

I sipped my whisky, my heart hammering in my chest.

“So you’re risking your life just because you like the way I look.”

“Could be. You’re fucking nice to look at.” His hands reached the hem of my dress and slowly lifted it up, sliding it along my skin. I bit my lip, thought I should stop him, but knew I wouldn’t.

His hands finally found my soaked panties. I couldn’t help myself when he got close to me this way. My body just reacted however it wanted. He smirked at me and slowly began to rub my soaked spot.

“I’m doing this because I fucking want to,” he said, and then he kissed me hard.

I kissed him back, letting his tongue touch mine, his taste invading my mouth, my mind, and my body. His hands kept working my pussy, my soaked-through panties useless. He slid them partly down and touched my skin, rubbing my soaked and swollen clit. I moaned into his kiss, letting him work me, letting the pleasure flood through me.

This was what I really wanted, I realized. This was why I’d come out of my room. I knew he’d touch me like this, make me feel this way, and I wanted him to. I didn’t want to pretend like I didn’t want it, pretend like I knew what was a good idea and what was a bad one.

As far as I was concerned, the way Travis could make my body feel had to be a good thing. I’d never believe that a man’s touch making me feel like this could be a bad thing.

I kissed him hard, pressing myself against him. Travis, this mysteriously dangerous man, the Navy SEAL who appeared in my life like a storm. Violent desire raged in my body for him, warring with my skin, needing him to touch me, needing his thick cock between my legs.

He pushed me up against the table, knocking the glasses slightly, and sat me down on the top of it. He continued kissing me, my panties down around my knees, his hand in between my legs. He worked my clit, rolling his fingers along my skin, sending bliss and more through my core.

He tipped my head back, pulling my hair slightly, and kissed down my neck. I groaned as he found my breasts and my chest, kissing along my exposed skin.

“I love this fucking sundress,” he said. “Easy to get at this nice little pussy.”

I smiled and then gasped as he pressed his fingers deep inside me. “Right now, I love it too.”

He laughed as he slowly stroked his fingers inside me. “I can tell. You’re dripping wet.”

“Not like I can help it when you touch me like that.”

“I know.” He kissed me again, his fingers deep inside me, and I moaned into his mouth as he worked me.

He pressed me back onto the table. I held myself up with my elbows as he slid my panties off the rest of the way. He lifted one leg up, spreading my knees wide. I felt both exposed and so incredibly turned on as he kissed down the thigh that was propped up, slowly moving toward my soaking clit.

Once his mouth touched my spot, I knew I was done for. He began to suck and lick me like that night in the car, his fingers pressing deep inside me right away. I tossed my head back and moaned, not trying to control myself, but giving in to this moment. His tongue and mouth worked me, and I knew I was giving in to him.

“I love how you taste, how you smell, how you feel,” he said, his fingers still stroking me. I stared at him, my mouth hanging open. “I love the way you look at me like you can’t get enough.”

“Shit. I love the way those fingers feel,” I said, surprising myself.

“I know you do,” he said, kissing my neck. “You love the way all of me feels.”

I sat up and pressed him back. I grabbed his belt and unbuckled it. I quickly unbuttoned his fly and pulled his jeans down as he smirked at me. His cock was hard, pressing against his black cotton boxer briefs, and I slowly kissed its length.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “You know I fucking love that.”

I slowly pulled down his underwear, my heart hammering in my chest. His cock was thick and straight, hard as hell, as I slowly stroked his length.

I wanted to taste him more than anything. I’d never experienced that before, actually wanting to taste a man’s cock. But with Travis, it felt natural, right. I slowly licked him root to tip and slipped him into my mouth. I sucked him like that, slowly along his tip, and looked up at him.

“That’s right,” he said. “Look at me with those pretty eyes while you suck that cock. Swallow that fucking big dick, you dirty girl.”

I worked his shaft with my free hand, stroking his length as I fit more and more of him into my mouth. Slowly he slid into my throat as I sucked him, working, using my spit to slide along his skin. I was dripping wet and wild, out of my mind with need for him.

He pressed my head down, groaning as I sucked him. He began to push his cock down my throat, fucking my mouth, and I took as much as I could of him. He groaned loudly, cursing, saying my name as he fucked my mouth.

I slid off the table and onto my knees in front of him, letting him press his cock deeper down my throat. “Hartley, you dirty fucking girl,” he said. “Look at you, taking this dick down your throat. You fucking like it, don’t you?”

I moaned my assent, taking his big cock in my mouth, sucking and working him. I loved the way his hands pressed my head down, his hungry moans. I wanted to make him feel as good as I had felt in the car. I sucked his cock wildly, not caring about anything but making him feel right. I sucked him hard and fast, letting him press himself deep into my throat, rolling my hand along his skin.

“Fuck,” he grunted, and he pulled me back. He stooped down and kissed my lips hard as I continued to stroke his thick cock. “Get up,” he commanded.

I stood up and he pushed me back onto the table. He reached down and grabbed his pants, pulling a condom from his wallet. I slowly pulled the straps of my sundress down, pulling it off down the front. He stared at me hungrily as he ripped the foil open and rolled the condom down his length.

He grabbed my legs and pulled me forward. I dropped back onto my elbows as he lifted my legs up, spreading them wide. I felt his big cock press against my soaking pussy as he stared down at me.