Dirty Game: A Secret Baby Sports Romance Page 7

  “It’s not a lie. It’s what happened. I was pregnant. We were going to have a baby.” My soft words lingered between us. “I left the island pregnant, Blake.”

  I looked up into his gray-blue eyes. They were cloudy like the sea when rain washes over the waves.

  “Sierra.” He dropped to his knees.

  18

  Blake

  “Tell me. Tell me now,” I growled. My lungs pushed into my ribs, searching for room to breathe.

  “It was right before we were supposed to leave for Saints College” She sniffed. “I took a test. Emily was there.”

  “Emily? Emily Cornwell?”

  She nodded. “That was back when we were inseparable. She knows the whole story. But that’s not really the point.” Sierra breathed heavily. “As soon as I knew it was positive I stuck it in a bag and drove over to your house. But you weren’t there.” She looked up at me, with tear-filled eyes. “Your dad was.”

  “My dad?” I didn’t get it.

  “He saw the test. He found out I was pregnant.”

  “No.” I shook my head. “Not possible.”

  “He threatened me. He told me I had to leave and never talk to you again. He didn’t want the baby to ruin your college career or your AFA chances before you even started school.”

  “No,” I growled louder this time. “Dad wouldn’t do that. Nothing meant more to him than family. Nothing.”

  She nodded against my protest. “Somewhere in his heart I believe he thought he was doing what he had to do to protect you and your mom. At least that’s what I’ve told myself.”

  “How? How did he force you to leave? I want to hear it.” I gritted my teeth.

  “He threatened to tell you it was someone else’s baby. He threatened to ruin me. I didn’t have a choice. I packed up and left.” She picked up the glass of wine and finished it off. “I didn’t want to leave, but what did I know? I was eighteen and pregnant. He scared me to death. So much that I listened to him.” Her eyes misted and the blue shook my soul. “I never should have done it. I shouldn’t have listened to him.”

  “But you did.” The words fell as the defeat sank into my shoulders. What in the hell had my father done?

  “Your mom was so sick.” She wiped her tears. “And I didn’t want to make that worse. She needed you. You needed her. I would have pulled you away from her last days. I knew that even back then. I knew I was going to rob you of time with her. Precious time you wouldn’t get back.”

  “You didn’t think I was a strong enough man to figure it out on my own?”

  “I’ve always thought you were strong. You were the strength I needed every day in my life. It was never that I thought you weren’t strong enough.” She covered her face with her hands. “It was because I wasn’t strong enough.”

  “Where’s the baby Sierra? What happened to the baby?” I felt a desperate instinct kick in. Maybe that should have been my first question. Where was my child?

  “It wasn’t ever going to be a baby. The pregnancy was ectopic. I miscarried two months after I left.”

  “Shit.” My mouth hung open.

  “By then I didn’t think I could come back. I had already ruined everything. And I couldn’t tell you I had lost the baby. I just couldn’t.”

  “I could have handled it.”

  “Really?” she questioned. “Your mom was gone. You were grieving and I didn’t want to ruin the happiness you had in your life. You deserved those. You were already headed to the conference championships. You were rookie of the year. You had a new girlfriend.” Her eyes hardened. “I didn’t have a place in your life anymore.”

  “She wasn’t a girlfriend. And it wasn’t a happy time.” I ran my hands through my hair. “This is fucking unbelievable.”

  I rose from the floor and paced the edge of the porch. I felt like a caged tiger. There was nowhere to go. And even though I felt restless, I felt like I couldn’t leave her. Not after she had just told me she was going to have my baby all of those years ago.

  “I know. I know it is. And I’m sorry, Blake. I should have been stronger back then, but I wasn’t. You were my life. My everything. I didn’t know what to do without you. And I didn’t have the courage to stand up to your dad. Not without you I couldn’t.”

  My hand rested on the railing and I looked at her.

  “All these years I’ve been angry as hell at you.”

  “I know you have.”

  “So angry, I wanted every trace of you gone. Every memory. Every song. Every movie. Every joke we laughed about. And you know how I did it?”

  She shook her head slowly.

  “I fucked every woman I met. I fucked them so you wouldn’t be in here anymore.” I pounded my chest. “I threw everything I had into football. And I became the best. The absolute best.” I clenched my jaw. “So I guess I should thank you for that, Sierra.” The bitterness in my voice was palpable. I didn’t know if I was angrier before she told me or now.

  “Blake…”

  “Don’t,” I growled. “Don’t you dare give me your fucking pity.” I glared at her. “I got over you. And some story about a baby that doesn’t exist doesn’t bring that all back.”

  Her slender frame extended from the chair and she walked toward me. Graceful. Beautiful. Sexy.

  “It doesn’t have to bring anything back.”

  Her hand touched my arm, singeing my skin with heat.

  “But the secrets are gone. The lies are out,” she whispered. “This is who we are now.” Her hand moved up my arm.

  “I can’t go back to who I used to be,” I warned her.

  “I don’t want you to,” she whispered. “I want to know this version of you. I want to know the man you are.

  “Every time we get close again I hold back. I’ve been afraid you would find out the truth. And now that I know about your dad…” Her words drifted off.

  “You were that scared of him?” I questioned.

  She nodded. “He was your father, and I know you’re in pain dealing with his death, but he terrified me.”

  “You never should have felt threatened. Never.”

  My hands balled into fists by my side. The need to hold her and protect her against the injustice consumed me. I didn’t care if it was my father or a stranger—she never should have faced that fear alone.

  “Blake, can you forgive me? Can you try to understand why I kept the secret?”

  “I get it when you were eighteen, but why didn’t you say something sooner? Why did you wait until today? Why now? You could have tracked me down. You could have tried, damn it.”

  “It seemed too late. I didn’t want to live in the past. I didn’t want to relive the pain, honestly. Knowing what we could have had.” She bit her lip. “It haunts me every day. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

  “I hate what happened. I hate you were scared. I hate you were alone.”

  She locked her gaze on me. “But do you hate me?”

  “God, no. I don’t hate you.”

  And I lost it. I lost the reasons I was angry, or the reasons I wasn’t. I didn’t care about the house, or the fact that she was leaving. I didn’t care she had left. And that if she had to do it all again, she’d probably make the same decision. I didn’t care about any of that shit right now. All I cared about was taking her to bed. Taking her in my arms. And drowning in her.

  19

  Sierra

  Blake’s mouth pressed against mine and his hands tangled through my hair. I sighed when his tongue coiled inside my mouth. His body towered over mine, pinning me with his strength. I melted into his arms as the kiss grew wilder.

  We were on fire. Desperate to erase the pain. Determined to discover everything that was new between us.

  He picked me up easily and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

  The door squeaked as he pried it open and carried me inside. I don’t know why I thought we’d make it up the stairs. Blake didn’t walk past the couch.

  He
lowered me to the sofa as he started peeling the clothes from my body. His hands were everywhere, tugging and tearing.

  I looked into his eyes when I was down to my bra and panties. Panties that were soaking wet.

  “Fuck, Sierra.”

  I moaned. I could barely breathe.

  He dropped to his knees, separating my legs. His thumb pressed into my thigh, running toward my center. He slipped past the fabric and made a rough circle over my clit.

  “Ohh,” I whimpered.

  “So fucking wet.” He grinned.

  I wanted to lie down. Or sit forward. Or stand up. I didn’t know what to do. My body was burning and aching for him in a way I didn’t know was possible.

  His thumb continued to explore my wet folds and my hips danced for him. Grinding into the pressure. Creating friction wherever I could find it. And then he pushed inside me with a finger and I hissed with pleasure.

  His eyes lit. “You know this is going to get dirty, baby. I’m not the boy you used to sleep with in high school.”

  “Oh God,” I whimpered. “I don’t want you to be. What do you want me to do?” I could hear the breathiness of my voice. I sounded sexy and hot.

  “Everything I say.”

  I nodded enthusiastically.

  He unbuttoned his shorts and I watched in amazement as they fell from the defined lines of his hip bones. He was a god. A rock hard god, with the biggest cock I’d ever had. I licked my lips, remembering how much I loved it. How much pleasure it had always brought me. How it had been the first cock I’d ever tasted or had inside me. I had been a high school girl then. Blake was getting ready to know the woman I had become.

  I leaned forward, my hands circling his shaft. Gliding over the smoothness of his skin. My eyes lit with desire when I saw vein on his cock throb with want. I traced a line with my index finger, following the path to the tip. I massaged the dewey drop of cum over the top, making him groan. He thrust his hips forward.

  “You want me, don’t you?” he asked.

  “Yes. Please.” I looked into his eyes expectantly as he pressed his shaft to my parted wet lips.

  I groaned feeling the silkiness over my lips.

  “Do you know how many times I’ve come just by remembering how it felt to fuck your mouth?” he growled.

  My lips parted slightly as my tongue darted out to taste him. My eyes closed in ecstasy. And then he thrust inside me. My mouth filled with the rigid fullness of his hard dick. I sucked and licked while he pumped in and out of my mouth. Each time going deeper until he hit the back of my throat.

  I closed my eyes with the memories of this. I loved sucking him. I loved how he tasted. I loved his cock. I always had.

  “Fuck, baby. No one gives head like you do.” He pumped harder and I whimpered with the intensity. Blake’s hands pressed into the back of my head, guiding me where he wanted my mouth.

  My tongue moved wildly. My mouth begged for more and I could feel the way the rest of my body reacted to him. There was a flutter in my core sending sparks to my clit. My nipples hardened in tight peaks. The sensations were almost too much.

  I sucked harder, desperate to give him undeniable pleasure. To taste his release. I whimpered, wanting the satisfaction to flood us both.

  But just as I was getting lost in my mission he pulled out and his eyes were devilishly dark and mischievous.

  “I almost came,” he breathed.

  “Why don’t you?” I offered. I wanted him back. I loved how he felt. I loved how powerful and sexy he made me feel. How he adored my lips.

  “Because I’m going to come deep inside you.” He grabbed the back of my hair, bringing my lips to his. The kiss was fierce and primal.

  I didn’t think we would ever be able to get enough of each other. There was so much we had to say. So much to feel. Our bodies had a way of talking to each other that couldn’t be spoken through words. The way we fit together. The way we knew how to take each other to the brink of pleasure and then pull back, just in time to make it more intense with another round of cataclysmic arousal. And right now I wanted to express every emotion I could—every way I could through sex. Sex with Blake had always been the degree to which I measured other men—no other man had ever even come close.

  They couldn’t read my soul. They couldn’t predict what I needed. They couldn’t make me soar into blissful clouds of skin and heat. They couldn’t make me pant with want, cry for satisfaction, or beg for more. Not the way he could.

  I felt his hands slide down my back and unclasp my bra. The straps fell to the side as he pulled the lacy fabric from my nipples.

  “I’ve always loved your tits.” He moved from my mouth to my breasts, sucking and kissing my throat and collarbone. He closed his lips around my nipple, biting until I writhed under him.

  “Oh, Blake.” I arched, giving him my breast. Offering him my body for his pleasure.

  “I want your ass in the air, baby.”

  My eyes widened. I couldn’t remember sex with Blake like that before. True I hadn’t been very adventurous at that age, but he had been my first and I had tried anything he wanted. Sex had been something to explore together.

  “Are you having second thoughts?” he asked.

  I shook my head. “No. I want to make you happy.”

  He took my chin between his fingers, brushing his lips over mine. “Will it make you happy?”

  I lingered in the kiss. Let the sway of his tongue bring me to the edge of a new kind of passion.

  “God, yes.” I nodded.

  “Then do it,” he urged. He sat back to allow me room to maneuver on the sofa. He watched me like a hungry lion. It made my skin heat and my pussy ache for release. Had I ever wanted to be ravished before? Had I ever thought I would burn up from the inside out without this man inside me? I had to have him. I had to feel that connection we once shared.

  I moved forward on my palms, shifting to my knees, pressing into the sofa so that he had a full view of my ass.

  “I like the thong.”

  I jerked when I felt him snap the strip between my cheeks.

  The sting turned to pleasure. “Do that again,” I whispered. My pulse quickened.

  “What? This?” His fingers moved between my legs, pinched the fabric and snapped it over my clit.

  “Ohh, yes,” I whimpered. “I like it when you do that.” I wiggled backward, hoping for more.

  “Fuck, you’re even sexier now. And I think a little naughty.”

  “Only with you,” I admitted. My sex life was vanilla as hell. This was the hottest thing I’d done in years.

  “Is that so?” He cracked the thong harder this time and I yelped.

  “Yes.” I nodded. I was breathy and I licked my lips, sinking my teeth hard into the soft skin.

  He climbed onto the couch behind me. As he leaned forward, I felt his cock press against the inside of my thigh. It was as hard as a rod and bigger than any cock had a right to be. And all I wanted was for him to sink it inside of me. To undo all of the hurt that we had caused each other. I wanted it to push inside me so deep we were connected the way we used to be. I wanted that glorious cock to take me to another time and place. To remind me there was a time when I was his girl. Remind that we had something time and distance couldn’t dissolve.

  I looked at him over my shoulder as he fisted it, pumping gently.

  He pressed it between the slickness of my folds and I shuttered.

  “Shit,” he whispered, coating himself in my juices. His hips kicked back and forth sliding between my slit, building friction over my clit. Every time I gasped with anticipation, hoping he was going to push inside me.

  But he took his time, grinding against my ass, slowing his movements. Making me wetter than I’d ever been in my life.

  His thumbs hooked the sides of my thong and brought it down to my thighs. I wiggled trying to shake the panties all the way, but I felt a slap against my bottom.

  “I want them there,” he growled.

  Oh sh
it. I realized they restrained me slightly. My ass was at his mercy like this and I shivered with what that meant. I was on my knees for him, giving myself to him all over again. Showing him that we wanted the same thing. That our heat and fever ran deep. The hottest embers had always been there under the surface.

  I moaned, feeling the straps dig into my thighs as he spread my legs. I loved it. The wickedness of it. The dirtiness. The sexiness of being everything he wanted. Blake positioned himself behind me and I inhaled. I wasn’t prepared. My entrance was dripping wet. My heart firing rapid heartbeats. My clit throbbing. But I wasn’t prepared when Blake slammed inside me like a rod of fire.

  I screamed out as he pushed inside, hilting himself on the first thrust. There was no easing into it. There was no building up. He was inside me, filling me with his giant cock and I cried out from the pain.

  “Oh Blake. Oh God,” I begged for release, but as he rode me harder it turned to pure ecstasy.

  I bounced and sighed as the rocking built inside my core, pushing me to accept the newness of our bodies. The newness of our passion. The tension and anticipation finally unraveling in this moment. The waiting coming to an end. The longing realized. It was all here between us as Blake sank his cock into me, forging erotic places our bodies had never been together.

  “Fuck, Sierra. You’re so tight. Your pussy has always been mine hasn’t it?”

  I nodded, unable to find the words to describe the feeling. I was a bundle of sensation and wonder. Not knowing my body was capable of all Blake was challenging it to accept.

  He reached forward twisting my clit between his fingers.

  “Say it,” he commanded.

  “It’s yours, baby,” I moaned.

  “Tell me it was always mine,” he growled.

  I choked back the tears. “It was always yours.” And that was the reality that hit me. It was. I’d never belonged to anyone else after Blake.

  He slammed into me over and over as I tried to press back into him. His balls slapped at my wet folds as our groans filled the living room. It was primal and raw. The most exposed and real sex I’d ever had. And I needed it. I needed him. I needed him this way. To strip everything away. To start over. To make me his in an entirely different way.