Fair Game: A Football Romance (44 page)

Chapter Twenty-Three

Violet

Just Relax

The door swings open behind us, and we nearly fall into room 511. Major has reached the end of his self-control. I didn’t think we were going to make it out of the elevator. Our lips haven’t separated, and our hands haven’t stopped roaming since we staggered out and down the short hall to our room.

I’m glad Kimber and Garcia aren’t here yet. It wouldn’t have mattered who was in the elevator with us. Major is, for once, out of control, and I love it. This is just what I need before I break my big news. Everything sounds better after sex.

Major’s fierceness almost borders on frightening when he kicks the door shut and slams me against the inside of it. He’s pulling at my purse. It drops to the floor. He’s taking his shoes off as he devours my mouth, my neck, my shoulder. I hold onto his waist and toe off my shoes, trying to keep up with him, but it’s not good enough, not fast enough. Over my head my shirt goes. He throws it haphazardly somewhere behind us. I’m shoving his shirt up when he moves my hands and pulls it off from the back of his collar in one fast swoop. I work at the button of his jeans, but I’m fumbling, so he pops it open and yanks down the zipper.

I wasn’t planning on going anywhere, so I’m wearing my yoga pants . . . well I
was
wearing them. He’s got me bare in mere seconds. His hands cup my breasts as he takes turns sucking and pinching them. My head bumps the door when he crouches to lift my leg over his shoulder.

“Major, oh God,” I moan, not even considering that he is essentially face to face with my baby bump. It’s dark and he’s busy. No problem.

His tongue slips between my wet folds, and he slides two fingers inside me, curling them around to stroke my sweet spot. I’m wetter than usual. I think it’s the pregnancy, or it could be Major. Who the hell knows?

He’s kissing my folds like he kisses my mouth, with frenzy and fervor. He licks my entire slit back to front, electrifying every ultra-sensitive part of my body. I cry out, and he stands before I come, leaving me on the verge of ecstasy and nearly in tears with frustration.

“Turn around,” he says in his gravelly, sex crazed voice, and I do as I’m told.

He takes my hands, places them on the door on either side of my head, and growls in my ear. “Don’t move.”

I don’t know what’s next, and truly, I don’t care as long as he keeps touching me. I am his. He can have me, every single inch of me however he wants.

His energy changes. He’s slowing his advances. He has me where he wants me, and now he’s reigning in his control. He moves my hair over one shoulder and kisses the back of my neck.

I feel his lips against my ear when he whispers, “Violet, do you trust me?”

I can’t form words with my mouth, so I nod.

“Because I’m claiming every part of you this weekend, starting here.”

His hand slides between my legs, and his fingers drag the overabundance of moisture to the pucker of my ass, where he swirls it around and slips a finger inside me. I clench my jaw, and my muscles instinctively lock up.

“Relax, baby, you have to relax and let me in.”

I make a conscious effort to loosen up like I do in yoga class. I open my mouth and take a deep breath before blowing it out. He kisses my left shoulder, where I have my head turned, cheek against the door.

“Good girl.” Another kiss on my back, and his finger slides in easily and then another, stretching and preparing me for what’s to come. I’ve never done this, not even with Lucas. He wanted to, but I wouldn’t let him. Major doesn’t ask . . . he takes. I like it when he is in control. He has a way of making me want to give him anything he wants, even this.

His free hand pulls my hips back, and he slides it around front to stroke my clit while his other one is busy making room for his cock. It feels so damn good, I can hardly stand. My knees are weak, my muscles trembling as Major slowly presses his very big, very hard cock against my ass.

“Easy . . . that’s it. God, you’re so wet, Violet. I’ve never felt you get so wet like this. You like it, don’t you?”

He slides the head in and stops when I gasp, more out of surprise than pain.

“You okay? Am I hurting you?”

“Uh uh,” I manage to say.

“Good, relax. I’m going in deeper, baby.”

And he does, but his hand circling and stroking my clit has me so wound up, and the pressure from behind is so, so good and so intense, I claw at the door and moan.

“Fuck, you feel so good. I’m going all the way in now. Hold on.”

He slides into me gently, completely, and I’m amazed at how much I like it, how much different it feels than any other experience I’ve ever had.

He begins to work in and out, around and around. I’m dizzy and breathless with pleasure. Major’s groans and encouraging words in my ear are what bring me to climax. I pound my fist on the door and scream. He pumps faster and follows me into the insane portal of rapture.

I’m spent, sated, content, and completely weak. I collapse between Major and the door, unable to stand any longer. He slides out and scoops me into his arms. He maneuvers through the pitch-dark room like he has night vision and lays me on the bed.

He reaches out, and I panic when it comes to me that he’s going to turn on the light. There’s no place to hide naked on top of the covers, and I’m about to tell him to leave it off when there’s a knock at the door.

I thought I was ready to tell him. I really did, but the relief that washes over me when I hear that knock is tremendous.

“Shit, it’s Garcia and Kimber. I told them we would go to dinner right away. Cover up.”

Gladly.

He flips on the light in the bathroom and grabs a towel to wrap around his waist before opening the door a crack.

“Hey, sorry. We got distracted.”

I imagine Garcia looking at Major in his towel and smiling.

“No problem, man. Meet you downstairs in a few?” Garcia says.

“Yeah. Hello, Kimber, nice to see you again. You look lovely.”

Ever the gentleman. Even standing naked and post-coital in a hotel doorway, he greets and compliments a woman.

“Uh, thanks . . . you too?”

The guys both laugh, and I’m sure Kimber is wondering what the hell she’s gotten herself into this weekend.

“We’ll be down soon.”

“Okay, man.”

The door closes, and I clutch the sheet and comforter to my chest.

Major crosses the room and sits on the edge of the bed. He tucks my hair behind my ear and looks at me with so many emotions, I can’t sort through them all.

“He’s asking her to marry him tomorrow night,” he says, smoothing my hair back over and over.

“What? No way,” I say, propping up on my elbow.

“Yep, he told me on the drive up. He’s pretty nervous, but I think he really loves her.”

Aw shit, here come the water works again. Tears fill my eyes in record time while I try to blink them back, embarrassed.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“N-nothing. It’s just so beautiful.”

He hops onto the bed and spoons me on the outside of the blanket.

“You’re a very emotional person, aren’t you?” he says, wrapping his arms around me tightly.

I draw in a shuddering breath. “Only lately. It’s embarrassing.”

Here’s your chance, Violet, tell him you’re pregnant. Tell him that’s why you’re a running faucet of tears. If ever there were a perfect time, it’s now.

“Well, I like it. Being passionate suits you.” He kisses me on the top of my head.

I can’t do it. The words won’t come. I physically opened my mouth, but they wouldn’t come out. This isn’t a secret I can keep anymore. I don’t know why I can’t just spit it out.

It’s because I’m afraid.

I’m so afraid that when I tell him, all of this will come to a screeching halt. We haven’t been together long. Things are so new, and we haven’t encountered any problems—no fights or roadblocks. This pregnancy could make or break us, and knowing his history, I’m afraid it will be the latter.

I’ve tried to imagine living in his house with him and our baby. The sterile, ultra-clean rooms messed up with toys and playpens, bottles and bouncy seats. It’s impossible, there’s no way.

What if he wants to still have a relationship but not live together?

What if he doesn’t want the baby at all?

What if he doesn’t want me?

“Let’s get cleaned up for dinner,” he says, swatting my ass.

I cringe, and he realizes his mistake. “I’m sorry, are you okay?”

“Yeah, just a little sore. I’ve never done that before.”

“Ah, yet another first.”

“Yeah, you took my ass virginity,” I say and elbow him hard in the ribs.

He laughs, “Never heard it put that way, but I suppose so. You liked it though. It was good.”

I have to admit, it was mind-blowing.

“I never thought it would feel so good.”

“I have so much more to teach you, Target girl. I’m going to enjoy surprising you with new things every night.”

Every night? I would love to spend every night of the rest of my life exploring new things with this man—and every day, for that matter.

If he doesn’t wile out and board the struggle bus when I tell him he’s going to have another messy, crying, unpredictable, unorganized human being to care for, then yeah, every night sounds amazing.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Major

Dinner Interrupted

“I only brought one dress. I thought this was a one-dinner weekend.”

“I’ll buy you a new one tomorrow.”

“I can buy my own dress, thank you very much. And what I meant was I’ll need to run home tomorrow and get another if we’re having dinner out.”

I love her sassy independence. Truth be told, she probably makes more money than I do, but spoiling her is so much fun.

“We don’t need to go out tomorrow night. Garcia wants the night alone with Kimber anyway. We can order room service and stay in bed.”

“I love that idea.” She wraps both of her arms around one of mine as we walk through the gorgeous foyer of the Del Mar into its five-star restaurant.

Violet is seduction in stilettos and a backless, deep purple dress. How she can wear something so loose-fitting and still have me hard as stone is a mystery to me. It could be because I know there’s absolutely nothing under that dress but brown, silky bare skin. The slim spaghetti straps don’t allow for a bra, and the back plunges so far down it would be impossible to wear panties. I’m A-Okay with that. Just one less thing I’ll have to take off her when I get her back to our room tonight. Part of me regrets our dinner plans. I’d rather be eating her in our room, but another part really enjoys seeing her in that dress.

I pull out a chair for Violet when we are shown to our table and slide my hand discreetly down her bare back and into her dress, brushing my fingers over the top of her ass. I kiss her on the cheek and whisper in her ear how much I enjoyed our first hour in the hotel.

I knew she would let me in. I knew she would like it. What I didn’t know is how fucking great she would feel coming apart in my hands.

“Would anyone care for a drink?” the waiter asks after he introduces himself.

“I’ll have a scotch on the rocks. Violet, what would you like?”

I take advantage of the close proximity of our seats and touch her shoulder. She shivers, and gooseflesh appears on her arm. She looks at me and smiles a
we did something naughty
smile and I wink at her. She likes it when I wink. Her eyes darken and she messes with her hair every time. I’m learning her tells—the lusty eyes, the hair twirl, the way she worries her bottom lip. I’ll memorize everything in time. God, I hope we have a lot of time.

“No thanks. Kimber can’t drink, so I’ll keep her company and have an iced tea,” Violet says.

“Thank you, Violet, I appreciate it. Only twelve more weeks and I can have a margarita. We are so having a girl’s night out,” Kimber says.

“It seems like it’s gone by so quickly. I can’t believe you’re going to be a mama in a few weeks,” Violet says, propping her elbow on the table and cradling her chin in her hand. Her expression is wistful, yearning, almost as if she were envious of Kimber’s impending motherhood. What if she is? We haven’t discussed a future together or children or anything other than dating and sex. She’s a young woman. She probably wants kids. Shit, I never even thought about that until this very moment. How could that have never crossed my mind? I want to give her everything wrapped in platinum and tied up with silk string, but a family? I’m not sure I can do that again. This is something we really need to talk about. It could be a game changer. If there were any chance I could lose her, it would be over this.

“It may seem quick to you, but I feel like I’ve been pregnant forever,” Kimber says.

“I’ve never known you not pregnant. I think it’ll be weird not having the little cock blocker between us anymore,” Garcia says with a goofy smile on his face.

Garcia is crude, but Kimber gets him. She swats at him and laughs.

“You’re such a pig, and just wait. I’m hot when I’m not pregnant,” Kimber says.

“You’re hot when you are, baby.” Garcia leans over to kiss Kimber on the cheek, and my heart skips a beat.

“Hey . . .” Violet places her hand on my knee. “Are you okay? You’re quiet.”

“I’m fine,” I say.

The waiter brings our drinks and takes our dinner orders. Garcia and Kimber banter back and forth like an old married couple. I can’t imagine her saying no to him tomorrow unless she’s skittish about marriage because of the way her last one ended. I understand skittish all too well. Maybe I’ll mention that to Garcia when we are alone so he will be prepared.

I can’t keep my eyes off Violet. She’s so incredibly stunning, easily the most gorgeous woman in the restaurant. The lighting is dim and shadows play along her shoulders and collarbone. Her dress appears modest from the front, and her back is against a tall backed chair. I’m glad. I didn’t like the way other men were looking at her when we walked through the restaurant to our table. She’s mine, and as much as I enjoy watching her move in that dress, I hate knowing that other men are too.

Violet is engaged in a conversation with Kimber about decorating nurseries when I feel her foot brushing against my leg. One corner of her mouth lifts in a secretive smile, but she never breaks conversation with Kimber.

We aren’t seated in a way that we can play footsie under the table, but I think it was just her way of saying
I see you watching me.

And I am.

I slip my hand over her thigh, and she promptly covers it with her own. If she thinks that’s going to detour me, she’s mistaken. She must know it’s borderline torture sitting next to her with nothing but a slinky piece of material separating us.

While she and Kimber go on and on about baby names and neutral color palettes, I slide my hand down to her bare knee and push her dress up until I’m at the crease between her legs. Her hand is still on mine as if she wants to control how far I’ll go. She can try all she wants, but I can’t keep my hands off her.

She’s struggling to keep her voice even and normal, but when I slip a finger over her clit, she wavers. She’s wet. I love that she is affected by me no matter where we are.

Her grip on my wrist tightens when I slide a finger inside of her and begin a slow figure eight that passes over her clit, inside swiping over her G spot and then out again.

Her legs are squeezing my hand so tightly it’s difficult to move, but I don’t stop.

She clears her throat and takes a drink of her iced tea.

“Would you excuse me, please? I need to use the powder room. I’ll be right back,” she says sweetly and scoots her chair away from the table, forcing me to stop.

She stands, wavering so slightly that only I can tell, and only I know why. I watch her bare back move further and further away from our table.

“I’m just going to check on her, you know, make sure she’s okay. I’ll be right back.” I toss my napkin onto my chair and follow Violet, thankful that I wore dress slacks tonight that give my cock a little expansion room.

Her swaying hips and the way her dress comes millimeters from exposing her backside with every step mesmerize me.

She isn’t heading toward the restrooms. She’s walking toward the elevator. She was counting on my following her.

She stops and presses the up button. I approach her from behind and slink my arm around her waist, pulling her against my length.

“Where do you think you’re going, Ms. Washington?” I say, propping my chin on her shoulder.

She doesn’t answer me. Instead, she presses her ass against my cock and the doors open. We step inside, and she laces her fingers with mine as we ride up to our floor without so much as a kiss. She leads me down the hall, unlocks the door to our suite, and holds it open for me.

I raise my eyebrows and look at her out of the corner of my eye.

“We have dinner coming soon, you know,” I say, as if I give a shit about food right now.

She motions to me with her finger, silently calling me inside. I pass the threshold and close the door. She takes ahold of my tie and walks backward, pulling me along with it until she reaches the bed.

I’m not one to give up control—especially in the bedroom—but Violet is so seductive and subtle in her leadership that I do as she likes more than willingly.

The suite is dark but for a lamp on the end table across the room by the couch. Her skin glows in the soft lighting. She releases my tie but holds me at arm’s length with that hand and flicks the spaghetti strap of her dress off her shoulder with one finger, revealing one very plump breast with a very erect nipple.

I lick my lips and look into her eyes. I want to touch her. I need to put my mouth around that nipple and make her moan, but she continues to hold me away. Her lips part, and I can see her carotid artery pulsing in her neck. She wants this bad, bad enough to abandon our friends at dinner right before the food is to be served.

She flicks the remaining strap off her shoulder and the dress slides into a pool at her feet. God, she’s gorgeous and bare but for those fucking stilettos. This is her game, but I really hope she decides to leave those on.

She releases my tie and holds up a finger indicating that I need to wait. She turns around and crawls to the center of the California King canopy bed and drops down onto her forearms, ass up, legs spread, pussy glistening.

That’s an invitation if ever I’ve seen one. I drop my pants and crawl to her without even bothering to take off my shirt. I place my hands on her thick, fleshy ass cheeks and slide them up her back, pressing my cock against her wet crease. She moans, and I gather her hair in one hand and gently pull her head up to kiss her on the neck.

“I appreciate you extending this invitation, but it’s time I took control now, Violet. I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast so we can get back downstairs to our friends, so hold on.”

I rise up on my knees and slide my cock up and down through her folds until she’s writhing with want. I glide into her easily and pause before pulling back to slam into her over and over. I’m holding her hair in one hand and digging my fingers into the flesh of her hip with the other as our bodies slap together. Her moans and whimpers spur me on until I feel her clenching around me. I release her hair and grab her other hip and pound into her hard until I climax with her.

Violet is truly one in a million. She’s so fucking erotic, playful and intelligent, I keep wondering when the other shoe is going to drop. There’s no way I’m getting her with no strings attached, no secret bomb waiting to explode.

We collapse on the bed together, panting.

“We should go back. Our food’s going to be cold,” she says.

“You should have thought of that before you led me up here for dessert first.”

“You started it, trying to make me come at the table in front of our friends.”

“True, I did, didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did.”

“I won’t apologize. This was worth the rude interruption to dinner.”

I kiss her on the shoulder and slide out of her body, still semi-hard.

“I’ll get you a towel. hold on,” I say, heading for the bathroom walking backward because the sight of her naked on the bed is one I can’t tear my eyes from.

She looks back at me. “You should take a picture. It lasts longer.”

My God, she’s sassy.

“Don’t mind if I do,” I say, bending to slide my phone from my pants on the floor.

I snap off several pictures of her ass and then a few of her laughing while she scrambles to get under the covers.

“Thanks, these will come in handy when you’re forty-five minutes away.”

“You can always just facetime me, you know.”

“What if you’re not available?”

“I’m always available for you.”

“Good to know.”

When I come back from the bathroom, she’s already got her dress back on, making her way across the room. She slides past me, brushing her breasts against my chest, and kisses me on the lips. “I’ll be right out.”

“Are you sure you want to go back?” I look at the time on my phone.

She cocks her head back, opening her eyes wide. “Yes, I’m starving, Major. You have to at least feed me.”

“Better make it snappy then.” I kiss the tip of her nose and the door is swiftly closed in my face.

Back at the table, two pairs of raised eyebrows greet us.

“I take it she’s all right?” Kimber asks, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“She is now,” I say, pulling out her chair for her.

Violet rolls her eyes. “Sorry, we haven’t seen each other in a while,” she says with a shrug.

“Guess the pre-dinner appetizer wasn’t enough? Had to have dessert too, huh, Major?” Garcia says, grinning and stuffing a big bite of steak into his mouth.

“Shut up, Garcia,” Violet and Kimber say in unison. There is an awkward pause, and Garcia stops chewing, thinking maybe he took it too far with that jab. The three of us burst into laughter when we see his worried face, and he relaxes and begins to chew again with an even bigger grin on his lips. Kimber, soon to be Mrs. Garcia, is going to have her hands full with a new baby and this guy. I’ll have to send her a good wedding gift . . . like perhaps a muzzle.