Player (A Secret Baby Sports Romance)(201)

I’m frozen in my place, trying to will my heartbeat to calm down enough to even think until the front door slams shut. And then I’m racing over to Logan and dropping to my knees beside him; “Jesus, are you-”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” He growls out, turning away from me and wiping the trickle of blood at his lip with the back of his hand.

“What the fuck, Logan!”

He forces out a laugh; “And a good evening to you too, sweet-cheeks.” He turns back and reaches out to grab my hands in his; “Look, I’ll be fine, Quinn.”

But before I can help it, I can feel the sting of tears in my eyes; “Get out, Logan.” I whisper.

“What?” He frowns.

“Of whatever you’re involved in, please just get out!”

His face darkens; “I told you, it’s not that simpl-”

“Why, because of Africa?”

He stiffens and starts to open his mouth but I grab him my the shirt and lean in close to him; “Look, I don’t care, Logan! I don’t care what happened there, ok? I know my Dad was involved in certain things, but I don’t care; I just want you to get out of it.” The tears run down my cheeks then as I look pleadingly into his eyes; “Please.”

I whimper as his lips crash into mine, and then I’m clutching at him like time or the world or even a strong wind might tear us apart. Then we’re tearing at each other’s clothes, and I’m gasping and clutching at him with the pure and undiluted need for him; the need to touch him and feel him. He pulls my t-shirt over my head and runs his hand down over my skin, and I’m shivering as my hands find the hardness pressing against the front of his gym-shorts. He growls as he flips us around and lays me on my back on the floor, his biceps and his chest rippling as he leans in to kiss me with fire and heat and growling, raging lust.

There’s no foreplay this time; no teasing and no slow build because we’re both desperate for each other in that moment. He’s skimming my panties down my legs, tearing at the foil packet in his hands with his teeth, and slipping between my legs as I rake my fingernails down over his shoulders and kiss him with everything I have.

I whimper as he runs the head of his cock over my entrance, looking up into his eyes to see them flashing green and gold at me; “You want this?” I bite my lip as I nod, and his grin only deepens as he leans down to nip at the lobe of my ear; “Beg me for it.”

Oh fuck.

“Please,” I breath out, my chest rising and falling with my gasping breaths as he sucks at that tender spot where my neck meets my collarbone as he runs his thickness over my wet folds; “Fuck me and never stop fucking me!”

We both cry out as he plunges into the hilt in one stroke, filling me up so tightly and so perfectly. It’s like sweet release and relief as he grinds into me as I wrap my legs around him and draw him in deep. And when he starts to fuck me like that, right against the floor with deep, powerful strokes, it’s raw, and primal, and animalistic, and he’s got me moaning his name and scratching at his back as he nails me to the floor with that perfect cock of his.

“This is mine,” He growls out, rocking into me and making me moan out loud as he shifts his angle to hit that perfect, secret spot just inside; “You’re mine,” He says thickly and dominantly as his lips crash against mine, and I know I’m lost in him as his words push me over the edge. We come screaming together, a release of everything that’s been pent up, everything that we’ve held back.

“You know, I’m only yours if you can promise me about the fights.”

I’m laying against his chest, listening to his heartbeat thudding against my ear through his skin, and I can feel him grinning; “Oh?” He says with some amusement.

I turn my head to look into his eyes; “I’m serious, Logan. We really could just get aw-”

“Ok, fine.”

I arch my eyebrows; “Fine?”

“Yeah, fine, let’s get away.”

I’m grinning but still looking at him skeptically; “Just like that?”

He shrugs; “I do own a private jet, darlin; might as well use it.”

“No, I mean, you’re saying I just convinced you? Just like that?” I’m looking at him like I’m skeptical about how easy this was.

He smirks, “Well, the hot sex and the fact that your hand is still on my cock makes a convincing argument, darlin.”

“You pig.” I say giggling.

“So, let’s go somewhere.”

“No Peyton?”

He laughs and rolls his eyes; “No Peyton; just you and me.” He sits up a little and winks at me; “Actually, there’s a place I’ve been meaning to take you.”