Straddling the Line(74)

“Yeah, babe, just like that,” he said, gripping one of her hips while he continued to master her clit in a way that sent her spiraling into an orgasm. She held on to his arms and rolled through the climax that surprised her, shaking with the aftereffects. She climbed ever higher as she increased her movements, wanting him to go with her next time.

And when he lifted her T-shirt and dragged it over her head, drawing the cup of her bra down to capture her nipple between his lips to suck, she’d never felt such extraordinary sensations before. She grasped his hair and tugged, holding on for dear life as she squeezed his cock with her pussy muscles and rocked against him.

“You’re going to make me come, Haven. I’m going to come hard in you.”

She kissed him, taking possession, her tongue flicking out to tease and tangle with his. “Yes. I need you to come with me.”

He cupped her butt and thrust into her, making her burst, and this time, he buried his face in her neck and came with her, both of them shuddering. She was wrapped around him, holding him tight when she rocked through yet another pulsing orgasm, this time feeling his body thunder with hers.

The aftermath was just as sweet as Trevor smoothed out her skirt and swept his hands over her back, kissing her neck and lips. They were tangled up, seemingly everywhere, but Haven liked it like that. And when he stood, he carried her inside, taking them upstairs, to his room this time.

She barely registered his impressive king-sized bed as he walked through on his way to the bathroom.

He was right. It was one hell of a shower. All marble tiles and so many sprays that six people could shower in there. He turned it on and pulled her inside.

“Just how many people shower in here at one time?” she asked as she stepped under one of the sprays to wet her hair.

He laughed. “Just me.”

She wasn’t going to probe any further, because she didn’t care who’d been here before her. Especially when he washed her hair and soaped her body, lingering on all the good spots. And when he dropped to his knees, spread her legs, and used his mouth to give her yet another mind-blowing orgasm, she was pretty sure she’d blown every brain cell she had left.

After, he used an oversized towel to dry her off, then guided her to his bed, and pulled her next to him.

Exhausted and spent, she was asleep as soon as he threw the covers over them both.





TWENTY-SEVEN





THERE WAS NOTHING BETTER THAN TO BE IN FULL uniform and pads, with the sound of a full stadium cheering you on, to get your adrenaline going.

Trevor had missed playing with the Hawks, but he was glad to be here today. The crowd noise was deafening, and it pumped him up to hear their cheers when he was introduced as he ran out of the tunnel.

Trevor was more than ready to play this game against New Orleans. It was going to be a tough one, but his team had practiced hard, and they were prepared against a tough opponent.

He’d been keeping his eye on JW Zeman, Tampa’s quarterback. JW had been drafted out of Notre Dame two years ago in the first round, a promising athlete with an incredible arm. He’d shown great leadership potential right away, and he’d done well his first year. The team expected great things from him, especially this year now that they’d shored up the offensive line and had added depth in other areas.

JW and Trevor had hooked up right away on offense. The kid threw the ball hard and long, and had a confidence a lot of young quarterbacks didn’t show as rookies. Even better, JW liked throwing to his tight ends, which benefited Trevor.

“You ready for this?” JW asked as they stood on the sidelines, watching Tampa get ready to kick off to New Orleans.

“I’m always ready. How’s the arm?”

“Itching to throw.”

Trevor grinned. “Let’s kick their asses, then.”

Tampa kicked off and defense took the field after the return. He liked the defense this year. With free agency and the rookies they’d drafted, they’d filled some holes. They were tough, and New Orleans made only one first down before they were forced to punt the ball back to Tampa.

Trevor went in on the first series, though the first attempt was a running play that netted them only four yards. On second series, JW threw it to Brady McCall, the wide receiver, for a first down.

Trevor came out after that, and they pulled two running attacks in a row, bringing up a third and short. Trevor came back in and JW threw him a sideline pass that Trevor caught for a first down. Damn, but it felt good to catch the ball, to hear the crowd involvement. He dashed off to the sidelines and waited for his next chance to go in as they continued to move the ball down the field. He went in and out during the plays, catching the ball whenever it was thrown to him. The one thing he’d always prided himself on was his ability to get his hands on the ball. He rarely dropped it. Hell, he didn’t drop it.