Shifting Gears: The Complete Series (Sports Bad Boy Romance) (60 page)

We stood there like that for a few seconds,
both of us panting and the sweat so thick between us it would have been
impossible to discern which drip came from whom. When he recovered, pulled out
and stood up, he brought me up straight with him and spun me around to face
him. He gave me a long, sweet, sensuous kiss…and then dropped to the floor on
his knees in front of me. Lifting one of my legs, he pulled it up so that it
was resting on his shoulder and without any warning, his tongue pressed tightly
against my clit. I gasped when he slid two fingers into me again as his tongue
massaged my swollen clit. I looked down the length of my own body and watched
as he pleasured me with his tongue and lips. He sucked my clit in between his
lips and then wrapped his tongue around it, making me want to scream…then he
let his teeth graze it and
  
I may have
screamed. I knew I was shivering as I felt the muscles in my pussy begin to
contract. He shoved his tongue up deep inside me and I could feel his face
pressing up against my clit and I moved my hips up and down and back and forth
across his mouth until at last the orgasm ripped through me and I dug my
fingernails into his shoulders and moaned loud enough for the neighbors to
hear.

 
He
licked me softly until I recovered and then pressed his lips to my mound before
standing up and shoving his tongue into my mouth. I could taste myself there
and kissing him like that made me want him again. I ground my hips against his
and I wasn’t surprised to feel that he was already getting hard again. I was
pressed up against the cold kitchen counter and I realized that the only thing
that could make it better would be the bed. I pulled out of the kiss and he
opened his eyes and looked at me. I could seriously lose all powers of speech
and rational thought if he did that for too long.

“Bed,” was the only word I was able to
utter. It was enough for him. He took my hand and turned and headed out of the
kitchen and down the hall to my bedroom. He stopped at the first one and I
said, “Keep going.” By the time we got to the second one I was pawing at him
like an animal again. He pushed me down on the bed and straddled me, giving me
another hot, slow, deep kiss. I felt his hands sliding back down toward my
pussy and his now rock-hard cock pressing against my belly. I trailed my
fingers down over his chest and stomach until I could reach it and I took it
into my hand. When I touched it, I felt his whole body convulse. It was
exciting to know I turned him on so much. I stroked up and down the shaft while
he kissed me, letting my fingers pay close attention to the head before I
stroked my way back down and ended with a brush against his balls.

“Ahhh! You’re going to make me come again
already.”

“Turn over,” I told him.

He did and now he was on his back and I
was on top. I kissed his lips and then down his jawline and across his thick
neck. I tasted the muscles in his shoulders and upper arms before my lips found
a nipple on his chest and wrapped themselves around it. His fingers were
tangled up in my hair and he held on to me as I slid down over his hard
abdomen. He guided me across his pelvis and then lifted his hips up off the bed
when he felt my tongue begin to circle the tip of his cock.

He moaned again and as I fondled his
balls, rolling them gently between my fingers, he thrust his hips up higher and
encouraged me to take all of him into my mouth. I let his shaft slide in until
it was lodged all the way at the back of my throat and then I brought my head up
slowly, licking underneath the shaft along the way and all the time massaging
his balls. He was moaning and writhing and his thighs were quivering and just
as I felt him begin to grow and swell in my mouth I pulled off him and rolled
over onto my back next to him.

He opened one eye and looked at me with a
grin. “That was fucking awesome…I don’t know if I can move.”

I smiled back and slid my hand down across
my breasts and my belly to the top of my pubic mound and said, “Okay, you just
lie there, I can take care of myself.” I slid one finger down and began
massaging my hard clit.

He groaned and sat up and then he said,
“Shit! I don’t have another condom.”

“Top drawer,” I told him. He reached
behind him into my nightstand and pulled one out of the box there and put it
on. By that time I was right on the verge again. He reached down and moved my
hand with his.

“Uh uh! Let me do that.” Then he proved
that he had the front mount down pat. He climbed on top of me, using one of his
knees to urge mine farther apart and with no more preamble than that, he
aligned his cock and drove it into my still sopping wet, hot flesh. He moved in
and out of me in expert, long, deep thrusts. He would let out this little growl
every time the head of his cock hit bottom and then he’d pull it back almost
all the way out before plunging it in again. I had my legs wrapped around his
hips and I squeezed and tightened the muscles in them to help him move in and
out. I brought my ass up off the bed and my back arched and I met every one of
his thrusts gratefully with my hips. He was coated with sweat now and his whole
body quivered as I watched him throw back his head and sink deep one last time
before exploding. I tightened my legs around his hips and held him in place
while he rocked gently back and forth until he had come down from his high.
Panting and gasping for air, he fell down on the bed next to me. I turned
slightly and snuggled into him and he draped one of his massive arms across me.

“Damn!” I said.

I felt his body move when he laughed and
he said, “Yep.”

We lay like that, plastered together by
our own sweat and our limbs and my sheets tangled, kissing and touching and
falling in and out of sleep for hours before both of us finally landed in
dreamland for the night.

CHAPTER
SIX

I woke up the next morning still glowing
from the night. Before I was fully awake I told myself not to be disappointed
if he was gone. What we had wasn’t a relationship…it was really, really hot
sex.
 
I honestly expected Paul to be
gone. I peeked open one eye and saw him next to me. He had his back to me and I
slid my arm down across his chest and wriggled my body up against his back. I
found his warm neck and kissed it.

He reached up and covered the hand that
was on his chest with one of his and rolled over toward me. He still had his
eyes closed, but he was smiling and I was already craving his lips. I pressed
mine to his and he kissed me back. It was morning breath of the sexiest kind.
He pulled open his eyes, then, and looked at me.

“Hey,” he said in that sexy, throaty
voice.

“Hey.”

He reached down and pat his belly with one
hand. “You fed me too much last night.”

“I tried to work it off you,” I said with
a smile.

“Mm, yes you did,” he said. “But…I have to
lose seven pounds before the weigh-in for the fight, so you can’t cook anything
else for me before that.”

“Okay, but don’t forget to eat healthy. If
you starve yourself, you’re starving that much-needed muscle too.”

“Spoken like a true trainer,” he said with
a smile.

“Or just someone who really likes the
muscle,” I said.

“You can help me work off the seven
pounds, just to make sure it’s all fat and no muscle…if you find the time.”

“That would be my pleasure,” I said. “I am
quite the trainer, you know.”

“Oh I know,” he said in a low voice that
gave me butterflies in my belly. “Sexiest damned trainer I ever had.” He kissed
me again. This one more passionate than the last and for some reason my brain
chose that very second to remind me that my mother was on her way. Ugh!

When we broke the kiss I said, “My mother
will be here soon.”

He smiled and then suddenly pulled his
head up and looked at me and said, “Really?”

I nodded. “Yeah. She needs a place to stay
for a while. She’ll be here sometime this morning.”

“Oh,” he said. He lay back, but I could
feel that his body wasn’t nearly as relaxed as it had been before; he finally
said, “Shoot! I really should get going. I’m supposed to train with Sam this
morning.”

I knew he hadn’t just suddenly remembered
his appointment with Sam. I knew it was more because he was in no way ready to
meet my mother. I was perfectly okay with that. Had she been a “normal” mother,
it would have been too soon…but with my mother, I definitely wanted to wait a
while.

“Okay,” I said, kissing his chest. I
lifted my head so he could sit up.

He looked around the room and said, “Are
our clothes still in the kitchen?”

I laughed but I felt warm all over when I
remembered us taking them off. “Yeah,” I told him. He turned to face me and
kissed me again, hard that time. It was like he was trying to give me one that
would last. Then he said, “I’m going to take off after I get dressed. Lock the
chain on the door when I leave.”

“Okay.” Once again it warmed my heart to
know that he cared.

I got up after he left and showered. I was
still lost in the afterglow of the previous night and couldn’t focus on much
else so I was moving kind of slow. I got a text from my mother telling me her
bus would be in at ten a.m. I got that knot back in the pit of my stomach that
never went away when she went around. I was always waiting to see what she was
going to do next. It was rarely ever good. I finished dressing and went out to
clean up the apartment. It wasn’t ever too messy with just me there, but I
picked up my clothes from the previous night out of the kitchen floor and as I
did a chill ran over me as I remembered the way he kissed me…and the way his
hands felt on my body when he leaned me up against the counter. I had to shake
that off or I’d have never gotten anything done. I finished straightening up
the kitchen and went in to make sure the extra room was all set up for my
mother. I changed the sheets although they weren’t really even slept on; it was
the hostess in me I guessed. Then thinking about all the sweat and sex, I
changed mine while I was at it. I dumped all the dirty stuff in the washer that
I was still so happy was working. I looked around, everything looked good. I
looked at the clock, it was time. With a heavy sigh I grabbed my purse and went
to pick up my mother.

I felt bad that I so didn’t want her to
come, but I guessed as long as she didn’t know it that was okay. I timed my
trip perfectly; when I pulled up, her bus was just pulling into the depot. I
got out and waited until I saw her step off and then I went over to help her
with her bags. My mother was beautiful, and sometimes I thought that was to her
detriment. Her red hair was still as red as ever without so much as a trace of
gray. She wore it to her shoulders and the soft layers framed her face. I had
to thank her for the hair, at least. Her green eyes were the same color as
mine, but hers were huge and the first thing anyone ever noticed about her. Her
skin was still smooth and other than a few tiny little lines around her eyes,
she seemed to never age. She took care of her body and a few of her
“boyfriends” had even paid for things like breast enlargement and tummy tucks
before they dumped her. Her looks was what attracted them one right after the
other, but her being able to hang on to them was another story.

“Hi, Mom.”

“Hi, baby girl!” She only called me that
when she wanted something…or was for the moment grateful that I was going to
let her stay with me. We waited for her bags to come off the bus and then while
she carried her small overnight bag, I struggled with the roller bag and the
suitcase. We tucked them all into the trunk and got into the car.

As I started it I said, “So how was the
bus trip?”

“Not too bad,” she said. “I really need a
car. I mean, I was only an hour away but I had to take a stupid, dirty bus to
get here.” I tried not to roll my eyes. I often thought that if these sorts of
things really bothered her all that bad, she’d get a job and start taking care
of herself. As I was pulling out of the parking lot she said, “I can’t believe
Tyler did this to me. I thought he was the one…I really did.”

Tyler was twenty-seven years old to my
mother’s forty-five. He was a singer in a band that played the seediest bars in
Los Angeles. He hung out with a rough crowd and he had at least three kids that
my mother knew of that he had fathered out of wedlock. Wow, I thought,
sarcastically, I couldn’t believe she’d let that one get away.

I was trying not to say anything, but I
really wanted to help make her feel better about it so I said, “You’re probably
better off.”

“Better off?” she said in that
high-pitched voice she used when she thought I was completely wrong about
something. “How could I be better off? I have to move in with my daughter. I
had a home and I thought he and I were going to be a family…” I sighed. She
acted like losing a piece of shit drunk that cared nothing about her and
cheated on her to boot was the end of the world. It was the dramatic component
of it all that drove me crazy. She set herself up for these things…sometimes I
thought, just because she was unable to live without the drama. Since I’d moved
out on my own, I had lived as drama-free as possible because of it…until
recently, anyways. I glanced over at her. I was sorry I did. She was tearing up
as she said, “I think he cheated on me.”