Dirty Game: A Secret Baby Sports Romance Page 9

  “Maybe we should move this to the shower?” he suggested.

  “Can we just stay like this for a few more minutes?” I asked.

  “We can, but don’t you feel that?”

  My eyes flashed to his. He flinched inside me.

  “You drive me insane. I’m already hard again.”

  I sucked in a gulp of air. “Shit.”

  “And that little stunt you just pulled was really sweet. But it’s not my favorite thing in the morning.”

  “Oh?” I was afraid to ask, but I could feel how hard he was. He was going to show me.

  Before I had time to put any of it together Blake lifted me out from under the sheets and he was standing on the floor next to the bed. He rolled me on my stomach, his hand pressing into the small of my back.

  His cock nudged between my legs and I felt him fill me with a slow intense thrust as he groaned my name between his teeth.

  I clutched at the sheets in front of me, but he was dragging me backward, slamming into his hips. I grasped for gravity, but there was none. Only spiraling ecstasy. Over and over he slammed into me. My body shook with spasms as one orgasm hit me and then another.

  Finally. One pump. Then another and Blake thrust into me unloading his release.

  “Fuck.” He collapsed against my back.

  I tried to breathe under his heavy frame. That was incredible. Possessive. Undeniably hot.

  He kissed the side of my neck and I smiled.

  “Do you think we really have to leave the house today?” I asked.

  He rolled next to me. “Hell no. We can do whatever in the fuck we want to do.”

  I laughed. “Then that’s what I want to do.”

  “Fuck all day?”

  I nodded, crawling toward him. I kissed him. “Yes. All. Day.”

  He growled under me. “We have two days left?”

  I didn’t want to talk about our time table. I didn’t want to admit that our quick summer romance was getting ready to hit a crossroads. What did we do? How did I even begin to approach the subject?

  “Two days,” I echoed.

  “You know I’m going back to Florida.”

  “I know.” I had to keep the quiver out of my voice.

  “Camp starts soon. I have meetings. Press. I won’t be back here for a long time. Once the season starts I’m committed. And I hope it’s a long season. I want to make the playoffs this year.”

  I nodded. “I know that. I wasn’t trying to make this more than what it is.”

  But was I? What was it? It felt like the other half of my heart. It felt like every time I looked into his eyes I was breathing full breaths. That my soul was with this man. And how could it not be? He was my first. My first love. We had made a baby together once upon a time. He was all I had. And we were here together. Again.

  “Darlin’, I’m not saying anything one way or the other.” He closed his eyes. “Fuck. I don’t know what to say.”

  “You don’t have to. Let’s just enjoy the two days. I get it. You have your AFA life. I’ve never been a part of that.”

  He sat forward. His eyes brimming with fire. “Yeah, well I didn’t have all the facts did I?”

  I lowered my head. “I can never say I’m sorry enough.”

  He tilted my chin up. “I’m not angry at you anymore, baby. It sucks. It’s fucked up. But I can’t talk to my dad about it. I can’t talk to the eighteen-year-old you about it. Right?”

  I nodded. “Then what? We have this and then go back to our lives? Run into each other on the island next summer? We aren’t teenagers.”

  “Wait. Does that mean you’re coming back next summer?”

  I shrugged. “I live in Dallas. This isn’t exactly close. I can’t even sell Aunt Lindy’s china. I’m not having much luck with the estate. I don’t know what I’m going to do. I haven’t decided.”

  “I know what we need.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Food.”

  I winced. “I have lots of coffee and wine.”

  “Then I’ll run to the grill.” He hopped out of bed. “Ham biscuits sound good?”

  I nodded. “I’m starving.”

  “Thought so.” He found his shorts on the floor and tugged on a T-shirt. “Don’t move. Stay right there. Naked.” He winked, leaning down to kiss me. “I’ll be back with breakfast and then we’ll decide.”

  “Decide?” I looked at him quizzically.

  “Yeah. Decide if two days is enough.”

  He walked out of the room and my jaw dropped.

  22

  Blake

  What the fuck was I thinking? This girl had me on some damn high I couldn’t come down from. She was the one who broke me. The one who made me the man I was now.

  And I was going to go for more?

  I pulled into the grill. There was a line of cars. The same fishermen had been coming here for forty years. My dad used to be one of them. I felt my forehead furrow.

  He was the one I was angry with. The man who had threatened the girl I loved. The man who had sent my child away from me. The man I had worshipped my entire life. The one I couldn’t stop grieving for in silence.

  One of the guys in the parking lot waved at me as he walked to his truck. I couldn’t sit out here all morning.

  I walked inside and ordered half the menu. Sierra didn’t even have crackers in that house. I needed food.

  On the mile drive back to the house I kept my eyes on the water. I turned onto the gravel drive and raced up the stairs, clutching the white paper sacks of food.

  My heart stopped in my chest when I opened the door.

  She smiled. Her gorgeous blond hair fell around her shoulders. Her breasts perked and her long slender legs covered the length of the bed. The white sheets twisted around her creamy skin.

  I dropped the bags on the floor and dove toward the bed.

  She giggled. “That took forever.”

  “You didn’t move.”

  “You told me not to,” she answered.

  “Fuck, Sierra. You’re killing me.”

  She brushed the hair off my forehead. “That’s pretty much the opposite of what I want to do today.”

  The sheet slipped off her shoulder completely. My eyes landed on her nipple. Sierra caught my expression and nuzzled under me, offering her breast, pressing it toward my lips.

  My tongue lashed out over it. I’d never turn down that offer. She had the most amazing breasts I’d ever seen on a woman.

  “Mmm,” she mewed.

  I sucked her hardened peak in my mouth, flicking my tongue over it rapidly.

  “Oh, oh.” She breathed. Her hands pressed into the back of my head.

  I lifted my eyes to her. “I’ve decided.”

  “What’s that?” she asked lazily. Her hands were on my crotch, trying to free my cock.

  “Two days isn’t enough.”

  She pushed the shorts off my hips and freed my shaft. Slowly she scooted down the bed until she was just under me. Her lips played with the head of my shaft. I groaned.

  “I’m trying to talk to you.” I never fucking talked. Why was she making this so damn hard?

  She licked at my dick. “Go ahead. I’ll listen.”

  “I want to fuck your lips so bad.”

  “Do it,” she taunted.

  “Every day,” I answered. I angled my dick at her mouth. She was fucking hot with her lips around me.

  Her eyes widened, but I pushed inside her, feeling her tongue swirl over my shaft. I pulled back slightly so she could adjust. My dick was huge. And then I pushed inside again, this time deeper.

  “Fuck, Sierra.”

  Her lips knew what to do. Her tongue. Her mouth was complete perfection. Sucking and licking while I pumped in and out of her hot wet lips. I hadn’t come like this in a while.

  “Every day,” I repeated. “I want this every day.” I hit the back of her throat and she flinched slightly before I slid deeper.

  I thought she nodded in agreemen
t.

  “To fuck you. To be inside you in every way. That’s what I want. You understand?”

  Her eyes lit with desire.

  And I lost it. I fucking exploded with more passion than I knew my cock could handle. I pumped so hard inside her, filling her mouth and throat.

  “Shit.” I breathed. My body was hit with sudden calm and peace. Part of it was the blow job. Part of it, was I had finally gotten what I wanted—Sierra.

  I eased my cock from her lips. She wiped the corners of her mouth and smiled. “I always loved doing that to you.”

  “That makes two of us.” I fell back on the bed in a wasted heap. I pointed to the floor. “Breakfast is over there. I’m just going to die right here for a minute. Ok?”

  She giggled. “Ok.”

  She climbed over me and on to the floor. She looked inside the bags.

  “Mmm. I love the ham and chicken biscuits. And you got grits.”

  “Yeah. You still like all that, right?” I couldn’t move. I was sated in ways a man shouldn’t be. I couldn’t move a fucking muscle.

  I heard the wrapper crackle. “All of it.”

  “So are you going to call work today or tomorrow and give your notice?” I asked.

  There was silence.

  “What?”

  I leaned up on my elbows. “The job. You’re coming with me to Florida. You have to tell your boss.”

  “Blake, I-I can’t just quit like that.”

  “Just now, you agreed.”

  “We were in the middle of—well—you know.”

  “You can’t even say it. My cock was balls deep in your mouth, Sierra. You said you agreed to it.”

  Her eyes widened. “Hey, you don’t have to be an ass about it.”

  “I just told you I wanted you. I want you to come home with me. I want more than two days. Isn’t that what we were discussing? Two days isn’t enough. Isn’t that what you needed to hear from me?”

  “We haven’t even started discussing it.” She placed the biscuit down. “I love my career. What about my apartment? My friends? The life I’ve had in Dallas for eight years? And I’m supposed to drop that and follow you to Florida?” Her eyes pierced the air. “And you’re ready to give up the life you had? Seriously? No more women. All the trips. The parties. That’s just done?”

  “You’re getting caught up in fucking details.”

  “Details matter, Blake.” She glared. “Summer romance is one thing. A relationship is something else.”

  “We had a relationship.” I gritted my teeth.

  “Is it always going to go back to that? Maybe you think you can forgive me, but really you’re always going to be mad about what I did.”

  “I’m not.” But I could feel the anger in my veins. I clutched my fists. “An hour ago we were fucking like there were fireworks going off in this room. Now we’re arguing?”

  “I guess so.” Her voice was quiet.

  “Damn it.”

  “What now?”

  I exhaled. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe the details are too much.”

  “I don’t want them to be. That’s not what I’m saying.”

  I had cut myself off from feelings before. I never let it get this far. Why couldn’t I do it again? Just box her out. Shut things down.

  23

  Sierra

  It was possible I might throw up. The happiness and bliss I had felt this morning was as fleeting as the tide.

  I stared at Blake, not sure how we had shared so much but were now so far apart.

  “I don’t want my last two days of the summer to be like this,” I tried to explain. “I’m happy with you. I’ve loved this week.”

  There was something new in his eyes. Determination. Pain. I couldn’t figure it out.

  “Then two days it is.”

  “That’s it?” I asked. “You’re ok, with seeing how the two days go?”

  “Why wouldn’t I be?” He shrugged, pushing himself off the bed. He walked to the bathroom.

  “Aren’t you going to eat?” I held up one of the white paper bags.

  “I think I’ll take a shower. Not that hungry.”

  I didn’t want to correct him. He had been starving. So hungry he rushed to the grill.

  “Ok.”

  He closed the door behind him, and I wondered how in the hell we were going to make it through the next two days without breaking each other’s hearts all over again. It seemed like it might be the thing we were best at.

  There had been so many things I had neglected since I’d left the island, I didn’t know where to start to repair them all.

  Blake had left a few hours ago. He said he was supposed to meet Cole at the barn to talk about opening the boat business again to his family. I knew it wasn’t the right time to start asking questions.

  This morning had been amazing and a disaster.

  My finger trailed over the address book Aunt Lindy kept next to her phone in the kitchen. There were other ways I could track down Emily, but this one would work.

  I dialed the number and waited for her to answer.

  “Hello?”

  “Emily, it’s Sierra.”

  “Sierra?”

  “Yeah, hey. I know this is weird calling out of the blue, but I’m at Aunt Lindy’s and I found your number. So I thought I’d call and say hi.”

  “Hi.”

  I chewed my lip. I was too nervous to get the courage to keep talking.

  “Sorry about your aunt,” she offered.

  “Thank you. I inherited the estate. I’ve been on the island a couple of weeks trying to clean out the house.”

  “Oh, that sounds like a big undertaking.”

  I smiled. It was almost as if she were here. “It is. Bigger than I thought.”

  “Do you maybe want some help?”

  “What?”

  “I could drive over for a few hours. I could help you for a little bit. If you want.”

  I had to stop from squealing. “I would love that. I’d love to see you.”

  “Ok, I’m about thirty minutes away, so give me about an hour and I’ll be there.”

  I clutched the phone in my hand. “Thank you.” I hadn’t even bothered to ask where she lived now or what she did. I guessed we could catch up on all those things when she arrived.

  An hour later I had my former best friend wrapped in a bear hug. I greeted her on the porch and almost cried from happiness.

  “You look amazing.” She glanced at me.

  “And I love your hair.” She was always the cute petite one. We were yin and yang. And it worked for us.

  “Thanks. I thought short summer cut for the summer. You know?”

  I led her inside. “Thanks for offering to help me out. I’m so overwhelmed and I have to leave in two days.”

  “Two days?” She seemed surprised.

  “You sound like Blake.”

  “Blake?” Her mouth fell open.

  “Shit,” I whispered. I wasn’t going to talk about him.

  “You and Blake?”

  I sat at the kitchen table. I nodded. “Sort of. Yes.”

  “Ok. So I know we haven’t talked in eight years. But you have to tell me what’s going on.”

  I laughed. I realized it didn’t matter how many years had passed. We were Emily and Sierra. Best friends for life.

  “We ran into each other and one thing led to another and we’ve been seeing each other.” I left out a majority of the story. My eyes went to hers. “And I told him the truth, Emily. I told him I was pregnant.”

  “Oh. Wow. How did he take it?”

  “Ehh. I think ok. We haven’t really talked about it much. The baby that is. I think he needed the truth. He deserved the truth. But it hurt him about his dad.” I lowered my eyes. “And now I’ve screwed everything up again by not agreeing to move to Florida with him.”

  “What? He wants you to move to Florida?”

  “Yeah. Don’t you think that’s a little fast? I mean we just reconnected. And it�
�s heavy. Right? Our past is heavy.”

  She leaned in toward me and I realized how good it felt to unburden myself to someone. Especially someone who knew who I used to be. Someone who knew Blake before he was an iconic playboy.

  “First of all … how did you say no? Second of all …he is sexy as hell. How did you say no?”

  “Because.”

  “Not really an answer. He is basically the hottest guy on the planet. A guy who used to be very much in love with you. And he wants you to move in with him?”

  I nodded. “Yes.”

  “And it’s too fast, why?”

  “I have a career. I have a life in Dallas. I have people.” Although I couldn’t think of any of them at the moment.

  “Right. And you’re going to tell me for the past eight years you haven’t thought about Blake Wyatt?”

  I shook my head. “Every day.”

  “Then go with him.”

  “I wish it was that easy.”

  “Maybe it is, girl.”

  I looked at my friend. From her view it was simple. But from where I was sitting, it was anything but. Life with Blake couldn’t be more complicated.

  24

  Sierra

  A few hours later I looked up from one of the cardboard boxes I had packed full of salt and pepper shakers. Emily was knee deep in casserole dishes.

  “I had no idea your aunt had so much stuff.”

  “Me either.”

  The sun was starting to go down.

  “How about a glass of wine?” I offered. “We should take a break.”

  Emily smiled. “That sounds good, but what do you think about going to the Dock House?”

  “Really? You want to drive over there?”

  “Yes. Let’s go. We could never get in when we were in high school. There’s always music.”

  “I might have gone earlier in the week with Blake.”

  She laughed. “Of course you did. Want to go with your friend?”

  I looked at her. “I’d love to. Let’s do it.”

  “I’ll drive,” she offered. “I remember what a light weight you used to be.”