Player (A Secret Baby Sports Romance)(66)

“So, what’s your deal, babe?”

I shake my head, smiling thinly. “Look, I- thanks for the drink, but-”

“Todd.” He grins, nodding his chin at me.

“Uh, what?”

“In case you missed it, I’m Todd.”

I smile thinly. “Right, well, Todd, thank you, but I should go.”

“Aww, now what’s the hurry?” He pushes his sunglasses down his nose and gives me a “lady-killer” look over the top of them, which might work, if your name is Don Johnson, in Miami, in 1985.

I’m about to brush him off, when he slides his hand over my knee. I shake it off.

“Look, I’m married, okay?” I smile thinly again at him as I bring my left hand up.

He grins and holds up a ring finger with a gold band on it. “Me too, babe, so what’s the problem?”

Gross.

I stand from my bar stool. “Thanks for the drink.”

“Hey, hang on, babe.”

I start to walk away, but Todd’s hand shoots out and grabs my arm.

“Let go of me,” I whirl and hiss at him.

He grins. “But I just got you, honey. I don’t wanna let go of-”

A hand comes out of nowhere, knocking me aside and ripping him away from me.

Austin.

Todd shrieks as his beer dumps into his lap, whirling on Austin. “Hey what the fu-”

His words freeze as his jaw drops. “Austin fuckin Taylor?”

Austin looms over him, looking furious. “Get your fucking hands off my wife.”

Todd’s eyes go wide. “Oh, shit man, I am so fucking sorry-”

“Go.”

He nods eagerly. “Yeah, you got it boss.”

Austin turns to me in a flash - eyes smoldering.

I glare at him. “Are you going to make a habit of threatening men who talk to me?”

“If they talk to you like that? Yes.” He growls. “What the hell are you doing here, Natalie.”

I mean, he’s right, the place is so far outside my comfort zone it’s not even funny. It’s loud and dark, with people screaming, and thundering house music blaring around us.

If Todd is any barometer of the class of the place, well…

I narrow my eyes at Austin. “I’m out, having fun.”

“Oh, having fun? In this fucking place, with that fucking guy?” He leans closer. “You know what it looks like? You out flirting on the town?”

I roll my eyes. “Oh please.”

“It’s unbecoming.”

I bark out a laugh. “Says you?”

“Yes,” he growls lowly. “Says me.”

“Listen,” I hiss out, poking my finger into his chest. “I can flirt around the town as much as you can, pal. I’m not your clean little trophy wife.”

He glares at me, his jaw tense and his eyes flashing.

“Let’s go.”

He grabs my arm, but I hiss at him, shaking it off.

“The hell we are. I’m staying here.”

“Damnit, Natalie-”

“I can be dirty too, you know.”

Austin freezes, his eyes snapping back to mine. Suddenly he’s right against me, making me gasp as I feel the bar-top at my back.

“Oh you want dirty?” His voice, his lips right by my ear.

I shiver.

And without thinking about it, as if with a mind of their own, my hands slide up to his t-shirt, pulling at it.

I nod slowly, and he grins, his eyes flashing.

“Yes,” I grip his shirt tighter, feeling the energy and the pure need for him coursing through my body like lightning.

He leans in, his lips brushing across my own, the heat of his body so close to mine. His hand slides across my hip, pulling me into him. His fingers slip beneath my shirt, skimming across the soft skin of my belly and making my breath catch.

His lips trail to my ear. “I’ll show you dirty.”

I gasp as he suddenly grabs me, pulling me through the club, my pulse pounding as the swirling crowd blurs past us. The heat and the throbbing desire for him throb between my legs - a need that aches for him.

Austin kicks the back door open, ignoring the security guard that shouts something at him as he pulls me out of the club and into the dark, back parking lot.

I moan as he spins me around and pins me up against the side of his black Land Rover, and before I can even catch a breath, his lips are on mine. I whimper into his mouth as he kisses me, my hands clawing at his shirt, pushing up under it to rake my nails across his skin. He’s pushing his hand under my skirt, and I moan out loud as his fingers trace across the front of my panties.

His other hand slides up and under my strappy top, pushing it up and over my bra-less breasts. He groans as his fingers find my nipples, pulling away from my mouth and dropping his lips to the rosy nubs, hard under his touch.