Player (A Secret Baby Sports Romance)(256)

I’m spreading my legs wide for him as he yanks his shirt and shorts off, revealing that chiseled, hardened body that has me question my very sanity. Because whatever happens next - whatever happens later - we’ve got right here and right now. And as crazy as it sounds, and is, I just want to exist right here with this man that has me looking at the world in entirely different ways.

He reaches for the pocket of his shorts, but I grab his wrist; “Wait, no.” He turns, a questioning look on his face; “Leave it,” I say quietly.

Javier’s eyes blaze as a grin begins to spread over his face; “You got me, princess. Never in a church, and never without-”

“Me neither.”

He grins; “Church or condom?”

“Neither,” I say, rolling my eyes and reaching down between us to wrap my fingers around his impressive girth; “Now are you going to give me this gorgeous cock or what?”

“You’re the boss, agent,” He growls. I yelp as his hands grab my thighs and spreads them wide as he eases the head of his cock inside of me. We both cry out and he slides through my wetness deeper and deeper; raw and bare as he sheaths himself inside of me.

“Oh my God-” I moan, throwing my head back and moaning before looking up into the eyes of this man who’s somehow gotten under my skin, into my head, and into my heart in ways I never saw coming. It’s just him and I, with nothing between us as he begins to rock in and out of me. His hands move to circle around me and cradle my body to him as I wrap my legs around his muscled torso. We move as one, rocking harder and rhythmically, building slowly until our tempo begins to move faster. I can feel every beat of his heart through his skin and through his thickness filling me so perfectly. We move faster and faster, and as I start to fall and let myself go completely I know that I’m lost in such a perfect way; in a place where I never want to be found again.

My body convulses as the burning,throbbing, rippling sensation begins to spread out from my core; his body grinding against my clit and making me shudder as his cock throbs deep inside of me.

“Chelsea, I’m going to-”

“Fill me, please.” I moan out. And as he roars out his climax, I can feel the heat of his release inside of me, and it’s more than I can possibly withstand. I cry out as my orgasm tears through me like a roaring blaze, erupting out of every pore of my body as we come together, crashing against the other like waves on a shore.

Later, I’m pulling my panties back up and slipping his shirt over my head as I curl against him, letting myself drift into him as his arms move around me and draw me close. There are words I so desperately want to say, but I don’t since that would be absolutely crazy, given the whirlwind of the last few days.

I almost want to chastise myself for even thinking them, but I shake my head slowly, grinning to myself.

‘What’s wrong with me?’ Absolutely nothing.

I can hear Javier’s breathing begin to even into a steady pace and I start to close my eyes. There’s absolutely nothing wrong about any of this; because this is perfect.

Until, of course, it isn’t.





25





Javier




Perfection.

When I slowly wake to the melodic sounds of the birds and the slow crash of the waves with Chelsea in my arms, I know it’s the only word for it.

It's perfect.

I've got the freedom, and more importantly, I've got the girl. And for the first time in years there's actually a silence inside my head that I almost don't know what to do with. Is this what peace feels like? I feel like I've been at war of some kind or another for longer than I can even remember, to the point that I don't even know what to do with the sounds of silence.

I pull her closer to me, inhaling the scent of her hair and the warmth of her skin as she snuggles back against me. I'm not an idiot; I know the peace and the perfection and the freedom are temporary while we sit here in the eye of the storm waiting for the hammer to fall.

The freedom, the peace, and the girl.

Two of those things most definitely have an unavoidable expiration date in the near future. It's the third one I'm trying to figure out how to hold on to. Because after a lifetime of temporary friends, of fleeting familiarities, of burned bridges and torched relationships, I realize that for the first time ever, I'm with a person I simply can't imagine being away from.

And that scares the shit out of me.

But at the same time, when I allow myself to really think about it, there's another altogether new feeling spreading through me. Because really, I can't imagine letting her out of my arms. I mean, we could just stay here; right here in the stillness of the eye of the storm. Shit, we could stay right here in this village and raise chickens or something quaint and ridiculous like that. The bottom line though is, we could leave it all behind. I could leave all my bullshit behind once and for all, and for the first time since ever, I could just be happy.