Turn Over:A Secret Baby Sports Romance(18)

My boots clacked along the hardwoods. I stopped in front of the couch.

"Ok, I'm listening. You have two minutes," I threatened.

"I didn't think you would turn around."

"I didn't think I would either." My eyes narrowed.

What was the feeling running through my body? Defeat? Anger?  Anticipation? I closed my eyes. Luke had set me on edge and we were  completely clothed. There was an electric source that trickled from his  body. No matter what I did I was drawn to it. Angry or not.

"Sit." He patted the leather seat and I did as he commanded.

I felt tiny, dwarfed by the huge pieces of furniture and Luke's big frame. He was tall even when he was sitting.

"I'm sorry about the press attack." His hand landed on my knee. "It wasn't my idea, but I went along with it."

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to spend time with you." His hand inched farther up my  leg, and I couldn't help the fire that spread between my thighs.

"You could have done that without the cameras."

"And I was going to. We had that planned before the paparazzi showed up.  After you left this morning, I had a meeting with my new PR consultant.  Charlie says I have to rebuild my image. I think our meeting at the  gala last night was the inspiration for the whole thing. You could help  change the public's perception of me."         

     



 

"But it's only perception, right? You aren't actually interested in  becoming a different person." I didn't know how I could sound so  hostile, while at the same time my body was firing with want for him.  His fingers dug into my skin.

"I never said I wanted to be a new man." His voice deepened. "I play  football. I want to play football. This is the condition I've been given  if I want to stay a Warrior."

I gasped when he shoved my other leg to the side and began to stroke the  inner fabric. But I didn't stop him. I sat listening, talking, and  soaking in every stroke.

"And using me seemed like an acceptable price." I ignored that in this  moment I was using him. Draining every sexual thrill I could from his  hands. My body syphoned every shred of lust rolling off of him.

"I was going to see you anyway, Alexa. The press was called in by PR.  And they could have followed us if they wanted to. It might have  happened anyway. I was going to kiss you like that no matter who was  watching. I couldn't keep my hands off you."

"But you led them down there. They knew exactly where we were going to be."

"Fuck, Alexa. I'm sorry. I had to do it."

My breath hitched when his fingers crawled to the center of my legs and  tugged at the zipper on my jeans. He was crazier than I thought if he  had any expectation of sex right now, because I was absolutely not going  to  …  Oh shit.

His hand dove between the lace on my panties and the denim of my jeans. I wiggled, giving him more room to explore.

"Had to?" I gasped the words.

"Yes. Had to. You have to get it. Football is my life. I can't do  anything else. I am the Warriors QB. You have music. I have football."

His fingers strummed over my clit and my eyes rolled back as my lashes  fluttered closed. I tried to force down the sudden fire burning in my  core.

"I fucking hate to admit it." He gnashed his teeth. "I have to do what  they want until I'm off probation with management. Good guy image all  the way for now."

It was hard to think while he made my body want everything physical and  erotic. He held me in a haze so that I only cared about raging screams  and toe-curling orgasms that were gifted by his one-of-a-kind cock. I  realized how alike we were. I had the image he needed. And he had the  attitude I wanted. He had lived free and wild. He didn't care what  people thought. I wanted that so badly.

I tried to breathe slowly, letting his fingers work my clit with perfect precision while my last remnants of sanity held on.

"I get it," I whispered. "I get it, Luke." I sighed this time with a mixture of understanding and desire. I did understand him.

"Good," he whispered. "I want you to get it. I want you to get everything I can give you right now, baby."

I was falling. Falling into his hands. Forgetting that I tried to walk  out. Forgetting that two minutes ago I was livid and ready to punch him.  All my body knew was that Luke Canton delivered on his promises.

"I think we should fuck until you feel better about everything," he growled in my ear, pushing a thick finger inside me.

I nodded my head vigorously. Exactly. That's exactly what we needed to do.

Somehow I had lifted my hips and my jeans were in a pile on the floor. Luke's eyes were hungry.

"I know how to make you feel better."

I wasn't prepared when he spun me around, laying me over the back of the  couch so my ass was in the air. His hand squeezed and massaged while  the other peeled the lace to my knees. I was at his complete mercy. I  obeyed as he quickly removed the tank top over my arms and head. He  unsnapped my bra and I raised my hands to free my chest.

The leather felt cool and soft against my skin. I rubbed my breasts up  and down and my nipples perked under the friction. My body responded to  Luke's commands as if I knew they were coming. As if I were desperately  waiting for him to give me the next direction.

He pumped two wide fingers inside me and I whimpered. "Oh, God."

I rode him like that, letting him pry my entrance while I bounced and coated his fingers with fresh juices.

"Fuck, Alexa." He pulled the back of my hair, biting my ear with a quick  snap of his teeth. His fingers slammed inside me and I moaned with  pleasure.         

     



 

"Feels good," I whispered.

"Does it?" His voice in my ear sent shivers straight to my core.

"Yes."

"Watching you fuck my fingers like this is hot." He kissed my neck and  my shoulder. I felt the hot rigid point of his tongue descend along my  spine.

And then I bucked when I felt it curve over my ass. I froze. But Luke  was quick. And within a heartbeat he was planted on the floor, his hands  pushing upward between my legs and his mouth clamped tight over my  clit.

"Oh, God." My head hung back as he sucked and licked. I rode his face as shamelessly as I did his fingers.

His teeth grazed my clit and I clawed at the couch for stability. My  knees wobbled and my breath was ragged. Holy hell I was going to come in  Luke's living room, all over his face.

He growled with satisfaction as my hips jutted harder. I needed it. I  couldn't stop now even if I wanted to save the last bit of dignity I  had. I rode and rocked. His tongue plunged inside my entrance, twisting  and swirling.

"Oh shit, Luke. Oh God."

"Come for me, baby. Come hard."

The light shone through the wooden blinds. The only sound was me gasping  for air as Luke coaxed the deep orgasm from my core with his tongue.

My nipples rubbed over the leather and I lost it. The orgasm cascaded  from inside me, spilling through my limbs and pouring from my voice like  a song.

Luke sucked and stroked until I panted for relief. "Please," I begged.

I didn't think I would survive another explosive orgasm. But he was  relentless chasing his fingers with this tongue in and out of my  entrance. The second one tore through me more viciously than the first.

"Don't fight it, feel it, or I'll make you come all over again."

I groaned, knowing he'd never stop until I came the way he wanted. I  gave in. I closed my eyes, lifting my hair from my neck. Jerking my  hips. Sighing. Moaning. Saying Luke's name over and over. Like a runaway  rip current it made me relinquish all control. It pulled and tugged at  me until my entire body was drenched in sweat and bliss.

He chuckled, lowering my ass to the couch. I turned to face him. My hair  fell in my eyes. But Luke stood, scooping me in his arms.

"Feeling better?"

"Oh God, yes." I smiled. I'd never let sex wrap me in such sinful rapture before. He made me a fucking goddess.

"Good. Because I've got more therapy planned for you."

He kicked through the bedroom door.

"Therapy?"

Just the fact that Luke had plans for me made me feel a new twinge in my  core. I liked round one. Round one was epic. Round one made me a new  woman.

"This is my version of fuck-the-brand therapy."

I looked at him quizzically.

"You know. The brands that define us. The ones that caused this bullshit fight between us."

I nodded. "I do know."

"So, let's do what we want to do. No brands. No labels. No managers. Just you and me fucking each other until tomorrow."

I swallowed hard. Oh God.

"But I have to get on a plane," I argued. "I told Jake I'd be there."  Jake would kill me if I missed that flight to Nashville. He was standing  in the middle of a media firestorm. A hellish blazing tornado that  revolved around my bad decisions.

Luke tossed me on the center of the bed and shed his clothes. He crawled  toward me. Naked. His cock wide and throbbing for me. His body rigid  and athletic. Beautiful in a masculine way that made me want to touch  every square inch of muscle until I had him completely memorized.