Turn Over:A Secret Baby Sports Romance(28)

She reached between her legs and her fingers landed on her clit. Her hair swept off her shoulders as her head reeled back.

"Stop it," I commanded.

"No," she groaned. "Fuck me."

She strummed, whimpering with each stroke. I lost it. My dick only  wanted one thing-to sink into her velvet walls. I tilted the base of my  cock, until the head jutted toward her entrance.

"Oh God," she moaned, sliding backward, sucking me in.

My arms wrapped around her, clutching her lower back. She rode with  gentle thrusts, slanting her hips upward so I could hit her at the most  intense angle.

I pulled her lips toward me, finding the warmth of her mouth and the silk of her tongue.

"Come on me, baby," I urged. I wanted to feel it before I pulled out. I  wanted her tightening on my dick. Squeezing me. Panting my name.  Vibrating with pleasure.

I reached between us, clasping my fingers on her clit.

"Oh God," she cried.

"Come for me," I whispered in her ear. And I felt the wash of the orgasm  consume her body. She rocked and spiraled, gasping for air.

Her eyes opened and I smiled. She might have seduced me into this, but I  was still twice her size. I lifted her up and twisted her onto her  back, sinking my shaft deep inside her. She arched her back, tilting for  me. I pumped hard, enjoying the friction between us. Wanting more than  this. Wanting to fill her belly.

"Oh shit, Alexa. Fuck."

My spine tightened and I felt the clutch in my stomach.

I pumped again, before jerking out of her and covering her stomach with  my golden seed. I reached forward, spreading it on her hard nipples.

"Oh, God."

I grinned. "So fucking hot, baby. And so mine."

"I am yours." She leaned up to kiss me.

And it was still there. No matter how much sex we had. No matter how  fucking deep things got between us. No matter how connected I felt to  this girl. The question that had been plaguing me all week was there  between us. It was tangible. It drew us together. When I looked in  Alexa's eyes was I looking into the eyes of the woman who was going to  make me a father?





25





Alexa





My phone rang, but it was dark in my room. I hit the bedside table, knocking the lamp before I finally found it.

"Hello?" I croaked.
         

     



 
Luke snored next to me.

"Babe! It's out."

"What's out?" It finally registered I was talking to Jake. I looked at my clock. It was only six.

"The CYA list. You're up for female performer of the year, song of the  year, video of the year, single of the year, and entertainer of the  year. Babe, this is it. You are Nashville's favorite girl."

I rubbed my eyes and my feet touched the warm rug next to my sleigh bed.  I pulled the silk kimono robe from the chair and threaded my arms  through it. I padded into the bathroom, closing the door behind me so I  didn't wake Luke.

"Wow."

"Wow? I'm coming over. We need to celebrate."

"What? Now? No." I panicked.

"Of course now. This is everything we've worked for. You couldn't ask  for better recognition than this, babe. You could completely sweep the  entire awards show. I think we could have Helena meet us too. I'll order  breakfast catered and we'll start on your wardrobe along with booking  all the radio interviews. We need votes. Every vote. I want a full  sweep. Your wardrobe has to be impeccable for every appearance."

My head spun. I hadn't slept. Luke was in my bed. And Jake would kill me if he found out.

I coughed into the phone. My voice already had an edge of early-morning raspiness. I could play this off.

"Jake, I feel terrible. My throat is scratchy and I was up most of the  night with a fever." It was a fever, just not the kind that was a result  of germs.

"Today? Right now? You're sick?"

"Jake!" I faked a coughing fit."

"Sorry. Sorry. Do you have a doctor's appointment? I'll get someone to take you."

I looked at my reflection, letting the robe fall to the side. My nipples  were swollen. My neck was red and there were definite thumbprints  between my thighs. It all felt divine. The imprint of the man who had  changed my life was all over my body.

"No. No." I hacked again. "I've got hot tea and some lozenges. I just  need rest. I think a day in bed and I'll be back to normal tomorrow. And  then we can celebrate."

"What a day to have this happen."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, Lex. If you need something text me and I'll have it delivered. Anything you need at all. Anything."

"I will. Thanks."

Jake was a complete germophobe. He wouldn't come anywhere near my house  until he knew it had been disinfected by a professional team.

"And congrats, babe. I'm proud of you."

"Thank you." It was one of those moments when I caught a glimpse of what  we used to be. The days when Jake and I worked together for the same  goal. When all we dreamed about was making it to the CYAs together. That  seemed like another life. I didn't recognize who we were anymore. All  we did was fight and threaten each other. Our friendship was toxic.

"Talk to you later."

"I'll check on you in a few hours. Get some sleep. I can't wait to call everyone else."

I hung up and crept back to bed. Luke hadn't moved. I placed my phone on  silent mode. Jake would be the first call. Once the media had a chance  to release the list and the rest of the world woke up to the news my  phone would ring constantly. Friends would want to talk to me. Helena  would have dress ideas. My old music teacher would try to call.

It was going to be an insane day.

The robe fell from my shoulders and landed on the floor.

Luke's eyes opened. "Everything ok?" he asked.

My heart fluttered wildly. And my core pulsed.

I nodded. "Everything is fine. Just some news. You can go back to sleep," I spoke quietly.

He was rugged and tough. He was cocky. He was sexy beyond definition. And his sculpted arms were stretched open for me.

I slid in next to him. He kissed my neck, rolling on top of me. His  scruffy cheek was rough against my bare skin. I liked it when he didn't  shave.

I gasped when I felt his shaft pressed along my thigh. My legs fell to  the side and with one thrust his was inside me. I sighed, feeling the  wholeness of Luke fill me. His hands threaded through mine.

"Like last night, ok?" he whispered.         

     



 

I nodded. And we spent the morning in bed, loving the hell out of each other.



Luke sat in the kitchen with a cup of coffee. After we showered and  dressed I had spent most of the time on the phone. I had to continue to  fake my illness, coughing and sputtering through my calls. So far I had  offers for homemade soup, a basket of oranges, and some kind of  vaporizing machine that was guaranteed to clear up my sinuses. I had  turned all of them down as politely as I could.

"Thank you, thank you." I was on the phone with the head of my label. He  wanted to personally call and congratulate me on receiving the highest  number of nominations any of his artists had this year.

"We're so proud, Lexi. So proud."

"I hope I can bring some home to the label."

"Doesn't matter," he argued. "The nominations are their own reward." I  knew he was lying. Of course he wanted me to win. He wanted every one of  those awards in his trophy room.

"Thanks again."

"Sure thing. Now rest that voice of yours."

"I will."

I hung up and walked to the kitchen. My phone buzzed again. I looked at it regretfully.

"Get it. I understand." Luke rose from the table to refill his mug.

"It will be quick. I promise." I held up a finger. I'd much rather be  spending my morning with him than dealing with all of these bullshit  calls.

"Don't worry about me. I have plays to study. I'll head to that game  room if I can find it again." He winked and leaned over to kiss my cheek  before walking out.

"Hey, Helena," I answered.

"Girl, I heard you were sick. What am I going to catch? I do not want a  cold. Or a sore throat. I spent the entire day with you yesterday and  you seemed fine."

I giggled. "Do you think you could catch Luke Canton?"

"I knew it!"

"No you didn't. No one knows he's here."

"Ok, I didn't, but I like it. Congrats on the nominations by the way."

I filled my cup with coffee. "Thanks. I don't think it's really sunk in yet. I'm kind of distracted."

"Yeah, I can see how that would happen with Mr. Sex Machine in the house."

I almost spit out my first sip. "Helena!"

"Sexy Pants? Sex Master? I don't know what pet name you gave him."

"None of those."

I sat at the table and looked out at the pool. The water was still and  blue. I had thought about adding a fountain at one end, but I hadn't  started the planning yet.

"Well, I'm supposed to call you and start talking about the red carpet,  and of course what you're going to wear to perform, but we can do that  when you're alone."