Turn Over:A Secret Baby Sports Romance(12)

"This is so intense like this. You're so thick. God, Luke." She leaned  forward to kiss me, lowering the points of her breasts against my bare  chest. My arms wrapped around her small waist, gripping her round ass. I  loved it. I loved how she fucked me. How she kissed me. How free she  was with her body.

Lexi Wilde was nothing like what I thought she'd be. I invited her to my  place, thinking I was in for a chase. A night of seducing the quiet  good girl, but God, she rocked my fucking world.

She sat forward pressing against my chest and arched backward, her tits  pointing toward the ceiling as I slammed her down on my cock.

"Oh, God, Luke. Fuck me. Fuck me again like that."

I couldn't stop. She bounced up and down with the rhythm from my grasp.

She had lost control and taken me with her. I brought her down with  sudden force as I felt my body split with shockwaves of violent pulses. I  sat upright, clutching her sweaty body to mine. Her breasts slid  against my chest while she rode me wildly and I pushed up inside her,  feeling her come undone in my arms.

"Ride me, baby. Ride me, harder," I commanded her, but she was dripping  with sweat. Riding my cock, and clutching my neck with desperation as  our orgasms hammered through both of us.

I couldn't remember the last time I came with a woman. I couldn't tell  you the last time I cared, but the power of holding her in my hands  while I pulsed deep inside her was intoxicating.         

     



 

I kissed her, forgetting for a second this was a one-night stand. And  this was just a one-time fuck. I kissed her like it meant something.  Like she mattered. Like she had just given me the best fucking night of  my life.

She leaned back in my arms, and I licked the sweat on her neck. Sweet and salty. I liked that.

Her eyes opened. The innocent look was still there. The one that the  public had fallen for. The one she had given me when she was up on that  stage tonight, but now I saw something else. There was more sensuality  in this girl than I could describe. With her legs wrapped around me, my  arms circling her waist, and my cock still inside her, I didn't want to  let go. I didn't want to untangle our limbs and let her out of my bed.

She pressed a kiss to my lips. "I don't know what to say now," she whispered.

"I'm not big on talking." I bit her shoulder playfully.

"What I said earlier..." Her nails dug into the small of my back and I felt chills run up my spine.

"About what?"

"About you not surprising me." She bit my lower lip, pulling it with her  teeth. Fuck. She was a tiger in bed. "I was wrong. Completely wrong."

"Lexi, you are nothing like I thought."

"Alexa," she corrected me. "You can call me Alexa. My fans say Lexi. I want you to say Alexa."

"I think I count as a fan." I slapped her on her ass, knowing I might  have left a mark. "I'm a fan of this. And your lips. And your long legs.  And everything between them." I waggled my eyebrows. "But I like  Alexa."

She smiled, trying to wiggle out of my hold.

"Where do you think you're going?" I secured my hands, clasping them together. She wasn't getting away.

"Well, I thought you were probably … " she didn't finish her sentence. My  mouth covered hers, sucking the air from her lungs. Kissing her until  she felt how my body responded to her.

My cock was growing hard again. She drove me wild. Her body was better  than my best brand of bourbon. She was ecstasy in my arms.

"Oh?" She looked surprised. "You keep proving me wrong."

I rolled her on her back. "I don't know what you've heard, but tonight I'm going to fuck you like I want. Understand?"

She nodded emphatically. I reached into the drawer for a second condom.

"What time did you tell the driver to come back?" she asked.

I pulled one of her nipples between me lips, flicking my tongue back and forth. I looked at her. "Six."

I sat forward to roll the condom on. I was already hard and we both knew  our night was ticking away. In two hours the car would be in the  driveway.

She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me toward her like a vise grip.

I sank into her, bowing her off the bed. I pinned her wrists over her  head and pumped in and out of her. The sweat pooled between us, our  bodies slick with sex and heat. This time I didn't let up until she  screamed my name.

I growled, biting at her. "Say it," I commanded. "What do you want from me, Alexa?"

Her head rolled back. "Fuck me harder. Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

The words triggered something primal in me. I thrust deep inside her as I  felt my release rise to the surface. It catapulted through me with  wicked force, ripping through my legs. Tearing through my body until I  was so deep in her, I owned her. She was mine. Every inch of her  beautiful skin. Her gorgeous breasts. The heat between her legs. It was  all mine.

"Oh, God, Luke. Don't stop."

"I won't," I promised, pushing her knees wide so I could hit against her inner walls.

She screamed out, as her orgasm wracked her body with shakes and vibrations so intense I felt it wrap around my cock.

"Fuck," I roared, slamming into her as my release coiled from my spine  and fired through my body. She pulled me under, spiraling us into an  orbit of pure sin I'd never felt so fucking intensely before.

I kissed between her breasts and then collapsed on top of her in a heap of useless muscle.

I felt her fingers trace the lines on my back. But soon I was asleep, never having felt so fucking satisfied in all my life.
         

     



 


I rolled over. The covers were flat. "Alexa?" I rubbed the sleep from my  eyes. It was still early. There was barely any sunlight outside.

I checked the bathroom. Her piles of clothes were gone. The boots were missing.

"Alexa?" I walked down the hall, then looked up at the clock in the kitchen. "Fuck."

It was six-thirty. She had left half an hour ago and I had slept through it.

I walked back to my room and fell onto the bed. The pillow smelled like  her. The sheet, the comforter. My whole damn room smelled like Alexa  Wilde had been here.

I rolled on my back, trying to make myself go back to sleep, but I knew  it wasn't going to happen. Last night was imprinted on my bed. It was in  my pores.

My phone was on the nightstand. I picked it up to send her a text.



Good morning



I waited for her to text back. I stared at the screen, cursing myself  for giving a shit. It wasn't as if last night was different than any  other one-night stand. I'd had plenty of beautiful women. But the longer  I stared at my phone, the reality started to sink in that last night  didn't feel like those other times. Alexa was different. Taking her to  bed was different. We shared something. And I never shared.



Didn't want to wake you up



I grinned when I saw my phone light up. I sure as hell didn't want to admit I felt a sense of relief in my chest.



When do you leave Austin?



What the fuck was I doing? Was I asking her out? I didn't know. I had a  meeting this morning. I had practice this afternoon. With my luck, my  new Warriors' PR parole officer would assign some kind of high-profile  community service for me, parading me around town promoting the team's  good name.



This afternoon



And then I realized I didn't give a shit what Charlie or Coach had  planned for me today. I was Luke Canton. I did what the fuck I wanted.



Drinks before you go?



I sat on the edge of the bed. I put it out there. She could say no and  that would be the end of it. I'd erase her number from my phone and  never speak to her again. Or she could say yes, and I'd do something I'd  never done before.



Yes, I'll call you when I get my first break. I'm at the hospital all morning.



The answer hit me in the chest. I wasn't sure it was the right answer,  but it was the one I wanted her to give me. After last night all I  wanted to hear from those perfect lips was yes. I'd had one taste of her  and I knew that wasn't going to be enough.





10





Alexa





If I thought I could sneak into my hotel suite with a pair of shredded  underwear in my purse and no explanation for where I had been the last  five hours, I was wrong.

I looked at my boots, remembering how seductively Luke had removed them.  No matter what was on the other side of this door, I'd never forget  last night.

Jake was waiting inside the suite with a look that could kill.

"Where the hell have you been, Lex?" Even this early in the morning I  could smell his expensive cologne. He looked clean-shaven and there was a  touch of hair gel on the side of his short cut. Without a doubt, he was  always the best-dressed man in the room.

"None of your business," I snapped. That probably wasn't the way to get on his good side.

I didn't want him to ruin the feel-good adrenaline still coursing  through my veins. My night with Luke was the greatest high I'd felt in  at least a year. I wasn't sure my body was back on this planet yet. Luke  had taken me somewhere last night I hadn't known existed. There was no  way in hell I was going to let Jake spoil it.