Game for Marriage (13 page)

“I really like the tease,” she whispered, her eyes narrow as she watched him watch them join together. “But I want you inside me,” she murmured, her voice a sexy little purr.

Well. He would certainly oblige the lady. He slid all the way inside her, nice and slow, everything within him clamoring for more when he settled himself deep. She wound her legs around his hips, sending him deeper and he closed his eyes, pressing his forehead to hers as he gathered her in his arms and held her close.

He savored the connection, the rise and fall of her body as she breathed, moving against him. Her shuddering exhalations brushed his ear, her small, delicate hands slid down his back, pressed against his ass to somehow sink him further inside her, and he groaned.

Damn it, he liked this woman. Had grown to care about her. He liked having her in his life, spending time with her. No one had ever taken care of him like Sheridan. He didn’t do relationships. His mother hadn’t been around and though his father had made Jared the central focus in his life, it was nothing like what Sheridan did for him. He wanted her around for the long haul.

“So fucking good,” he murmured, not sure how long he’d be able to stand it, prolonging his pleasure. Hers. “God, Sheridan…”

He didn’t know what else to say. Had become lost to sensation, the way her slender legs moved against his hips, the hot, wet depths of her body cradling his cock. With a strength he didn’t realize he had, he propped himself on his hands and withdrew slowly, almost all the way out before he plunged forward again.

All the while watching their bodies as they connected, the slip and slide of him within her a fascinating view. Hot as fuck.

She whispered his name, her sighs and moans fucking with his head, making him want to move faster, stride toward his orgasm that much quicker. But he withheld the urge, needing to take his time. “Touch yourself, baby,” he urged, his voice hoarse. “Show me how you like it.”

Her eyes flashed open, a little unfocused, and she frowned up at him. “What?”

“I want to see what gets you off while I fuck you,” he murmured, loving how heated her gaze got when he said that.

“
You’re
getting me off while you fuck me,” she whispered, settling her hand over her mound. “I don’t normally touch myself for an audience.” Her voice hitched when she brushed a finger against her clit.

“There’s a first time for everything, right?” And he liked that he was her first time for this. Liked more that he was making her uninhibited. She’d been a little uptight about the dirty talk, so whatever he could contribute in giving Sheridan her sexual freedom, hey. Bring it on.

And that she trusted him enough to do this meant more than he cared to admit.

Nodding, she closed her eyes and touched herself, her teeth sinking into her lower lip, her delicate brows bunched in concentration. He increased his movements, pumping inside her with a steady rhythm, entranced with her. Her fingers brushed against the base of his cock, sending a shock wave through him he felt to his very soul.

“Faster,” she urged. “Please, Jared.”

He followed her command, his orgasm already barreling down on him. Reaching between them, he touched her, his fingers sliding over hers, pushing them away so he could play with her swollen clit. He increased his pace, wanting to take her there. Wanting to feel her body tighten and shudder with her release. Needing to hear her call out his name.

She came first, her inner walls clenching and releasing around him as he pumped inside her. She shouted his name, clinging to him, and all the while, he continued to rub her clit, pounding deep inside her, searching for his own orgasm until it washed through him and sent him straight over the edge.

And into blissful, delicious oblivion.

Chapter Thirteen

There is nothing better than waking up with a large, warm man wrapped around you
, Sheridan thought as her eyes slowly blinked open. Two weeks. They’d been boinking like bunnies for two weeks. Glancing down, she saw Jared’s thick forearm just beneath her breasts, plumping them up. Her nipples were hard, the blankets having fallen to their waists, and a shiver moved through her. Not from the cold, but from the man.

He shifted against her, his erection nudging her backside, his hand coming up to cup her breast. “Mornin’,” he rumbled, kissing her earlobe.

“Mmm.” She squirmed in his embrace, knowing it would get a reaction out of him. Which it did, since he thrust against her, nice and slow, showing her just how much he appreciated finding her in his bed every morning.

And they didn’t seem sick of each other yet. Not that they had a choice, what with that pesky marriage thing they had going on, but still. They could’ve found a way to avoid each other. They’d done so before.

But they kept it a secret, their sexual adventures. They had to. Or at least, Jared thought they had to. The guilt she felt over that was enormous, but not enough for her to stop going after what she wanted. Needed.

What she needed, more than anything, was Jared.

The sex, the connection they shared, was just too good to deny. She didn’t want to deny it. She wanted to keep having sex with Jared as much as possible. Because every single time they came together, it was better than the last. The orgasms more intense, the way he touched her, kissed her, looked at her…it was almost too much.

Sigh.

Amazing. Moving. Earth-shattering. If she didn’t watch it, she could find herself falling in love with him.

“You feel extra good this morning.” Jared pushed her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck, along her shoulder. She shivered, loving the press of his hot, damp lips against her skin. “All naked and warm and wet.”

“Wet?”

“Oh, yeah.” He snuck his hand around, slid it down her now-trembling belly until his fingers stopped at her sex, slipping between her legs. “So very, very wet.”

His voice, his words did something to her she could hardly understand. Weaved a sort of magic over her until she was too weak to protest anything he might ask of her.

“Get on your knees,” he whispered, his hands gripping her hips and giving her a push.

Like that.

Without thought she withdrew from him, getting into position. Anticipation curled within her, making her belly clench, her thighs quiver. She grew damper, knowing he was about to do something wonderfully wicked to her, and she settled forward on her elbows and forearms, her butt pointing upward. It was a vulnerable position, exposing her completely, but she trusted him. As stupid as that might sound, yes, she did trust him. At least in bed.

With her heart? Maybe not so much.

“Ass up. Just the way I like you.” He sounded amused. Sexy as hell. Moving behind her, he smoothed his hands over her butt, settling them on her lower back, pulling her toward him. “Pretty and pink and glistening. Fuck baby, I want to taste you first.”

“Oh.” She jolted when he leaned forward and licked the entire length of her slit. She glanced over her shoulder, saw his naked body poised and ready, his big hands sprawled across her butt and holding her in place, his face buried between her cheeks as he licked her again and again, his tongue teasing her clit.

His cock was rock hard, the heavy weight of it resting against the mattress, and she wanted it. Wanted him to fill her, pound her, bring her to ground-shaking orgasm once or even twice, if she was feeling extra ambitious.

She was. She so was.

Jared was the only man who’d ever turned her multi-orgasmic. She’d thank him for the rest of her life for sharing that particular talent with her. He was unabashed in his wanting her and that thrilled her. He was wicked, a man who went after his pleasure and made sure she was always along for the ride.

A moan escaped her when he sucked her clit and she closed her eyes, fisting the sheets in her hands. He kept up his sensual assault, licking and sucking and circling her with his skilled tongue until she was convulsing against him, crying out from the intensity of her orgasm.

Still shaking, she pressed her head against a pile of pillows, and he gripped her hips with his big hands and entered her, thrusting deep, giving her just what she’d imagined only minutes before. Pounding his way toward orgasm, his groans mingled with her whimpering cries, until the both of them were racing toward their climax with shocking ease.

She loved how he called out her name at that precise moment before he fell over the edge and came. Loved more how he cradled her close once he disposed of the condom and pulled her to him. Bone-deep satisfaction curled through her and she pressed her face against his chest, inhaling his intoxicating scent.

“I think you’re trying to fuck me to death,” he said.

Lifting her head, she studied him. Saw that he looked completely serious. “I think that’s the other way around. You grabbed me first.”

“You’re the one who always looks too good to pass up,” he returned, his brows raised. “I wake up and find you all snuggled close and naked, that perfect ass of yours pressed against me, well guess what? I can’t resist that.”

He thought she had a perfect ass? Well, if that didn’t make her morning even more fabulous than it already was…

She moved into him, giving him a long, leisurely kiss, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. Her belly tingled, her sex clenched when he gripped the back of her head and she was almost embarrassed how much she wanted him again.

“See?” he murmured against her mouth when she broke the kiss. “You’re thinking about doing it again right now, aren’t you?”

She shoved at his good shoulder, which was like trying to push a brick building. “Stop.”

“I bet I could pull you on top of me and you’d ride yourself straight to oblivion.” He slid his hand down her back, a single finger tracing the curve of her spine.

“I bet I could grab you right now and discover you’re hard.” She shivered at his gentle touch, laughed when he batted her hand away from his front, which she, of course, was trying to grab. She liked how easy it was with him. How playful they could be. Not only was Jared a considerate, wickedly sexy lover, he was also…fun.

She’d never really had fun in the bedroom before. Certainly there hadn’t been much laughing. To go from giggling and giving each other grief to heated, passionate lovemaking in mere seconds was a heady rush. One she liked to indulge in again and again…

“I need to get to practice.” His voice full of regret, he pulled her on top of him as promised, his body like a furnace, heating her from the inside out. “I have to be there in…” He glanced at the clock. “Less than an hour.”

“Hmm, and you need to take a shower, right?” She felt him move against her and he was definitely hard. It would be so easy to slide onto him and ride him to oblivion, as he’d suggested.

“Yeah, I could do that in five minutes, though.” He gripped her by the waist, thrusting up so his erection brushed against her soaked folds. “I need to get another condom.”

She smiled, pushing up so she could settle her mouth on his. “I’m on the pill,” she murmured against his lips.

“So?” He pushed the hair away from her face, cradling her cheeks with his hands. Their gazes met, locked, and she wanted to drown in his beautiful blue eyes.

“So I’m safe from…”
Pregnancy
. What a wimp, she couldn’t say the word. “And I have a clean bill of health.”

He frowned but she saw the way his eyes smoldered. “I do too. Just had a checkup prior to the start of the season. But I always suit up, Sheridan. Always. The women in my past would look for any way they could to trap me.”

“You can trust me, Jared.” She leaned in and kissed him, let her lips linger on his. The last thing she wanted him to think was that she meant to trap him. “I’ve always used condoms too. This could be something we try…together. We don’t have to, though. It’s okay. Really.”

He remained quiet, continuing to stroke her hair away from her face, his gaze thoughtful. “I trust you with more than you know.”

Her heart swelling, she sat up, lifted herself on her knees and grabbed the base of his erection so she could guide him home. He closed his eyes, his big hands holding her around the waist as he pushed up into her. No barriers, no latex, just skin on skin. And he liked it—she could tell by the blissed-out look on his face, the sounds he made, how he moved within her. As if he couldn’t get enough. As if he wanted to become a part of her.

“First time for everything, right?” she murmured and he opened his eyes, the smile on his face enough of an answer.

Oh God, she couldn’t stop watching him. Couldn’t stop the orgasm from building up within her at lightning speed. She rode him hard, felt the press of his fingers in her hips as he guided her, and wondered if he’d leave bruises, but she didn’t care. The sensation of his hot, hard flesh moving within her…

She came again, for the third time, like a little miracle. Poised above him as he reached for her, she watched as he cupped her breasts with his big hands before they slid around to her back and pulled her down to him, his mouth enveloped a nipple, sucking deep, keeping the orgasmic tremors radiating through her body until she didn’t think she could stand it any longer.

“Can’t. Get. Enough. Of. You.” He released her nipple from his mouth, and punctuated every word with a firm thrust. “Gonna come again, baby. Get ready.”

He erupted inside her, and when she collapsed on top of him in a heap of sated lust, he held her close, his touch soothing, his hot words making her melt.

She never wanted to let him go.

…

Jared whistled as he strode across the field. He never whistled, but damn, his mood was too good to be quiet and stoic, so he let it all hang out. Smiling and joking and
whistling
, for the love of God—he felt like a new man. Loose and relaxed and…happy.

Thanks to Sheridan and an amazing two weeks of nonstop, mind-blowing sex.

“Looking good, boss,” Flynn complimented as he jogged past. “Nice throw earlier.”

“Thanks.” His shoulder felt good. His mentality was focused, positive. Not even Foley could get him down, and that motherfucker was throwing better than he ever had.

Jared stopped on the edge of the field, and saw Walsh in the near distance talking to the defensive coach, heads bent in deep conversation. The game the upcoming Sunday was important. Their major rival, the Oakland Raiders, were playing the Hawks. And they were out for blood—especially since Craig Wallace, the former teammate who accused Jared of breaking up his marriage, was on the team.

Shee-it, Jared didn’t want to deal with that asshole, but he knew his time was coming.

“Can’t wait to play those Raiders,” Nick said casually, stopping to stand beside Jared and survey the field. They were on break, the second string running through drills and exercises, and Jared watched Foley fly through them all with ease.

Lucky bastard.

“Yeah, I can’t wait either,” Jared said distractedly, not meaning a word of it. If he had his choice, he’d forget the game completely.

“More like it’s gonna be a bunch of bullshit,” Nick sneered, rubbing a hand along his jaw. “I can ask someone to take down Wallace for you if you want.”

“Fuck Wallace.”

“No, thank you.” Nick shook his head. “So then let’s talk about why you have that constant shit-eating grin on your face.” Nick nudged him when that shit-eating grin automatically appeared. Jared couldn’t help it. “Married life treating you real good, huh?”

Frequent sex with an enthusiastic partner made all the difference in the world. But it was more than that with Sheridan. He had a connection with her. He felt…comfortable around her. And not in a
this is boring get out of my bed
way.

More like a
I’m going to have you every which way I
can
way.
And then when we’ve run through every position possible, we can start all over again
way.

Yeah. He was so gone over Sheridan. Totally gone. And for once in his life, he didn’t care. Hell, he was reveling in it.

And that felt good.

“It’s treating me just fine,” Jared said noncommittally, earning a snort from Nick. “What’s up your ass?”

“Jealous,” Nick said simply.

Jared’s jaw dropped open. He was incredulous. Nick had been his partner in womanizing crime for years, though lucky for Nick, he’d always been able to get away with much more. Considering he wasn’t the star quarterback, he used his lesser-known status to his complete advantage. Jared used to be the one always jealous of Nick.

Since when had it turned around?

“Why the hell are you jealous?”

Nick shrugged. “A particular woman has been giving me shit when all I really want to do is haul her over my shoulder, drag her back to my lair, and have her six ways to Sunday.”

No woman had ever made Nick want to go caveman. Same with Jared…until Sheridan. “Who is this miracle woman you speak of?”

Nick rolled her eyes. “I don’t want to tell you. You know her, and I don’t want your judgment.”

Realization dawned and Jared shook his head. “No. Not…”

Nick nodded, his expression grim. “Yep.”

“Willow Cavanaugh?” Jared had seen them together. Hell, Nick had confessed all the night of the restaurant opening. How he’d chased after Willow onto the closed terrace and kissed her under the tree. Would’ve had her against that tree too if Jared’s wife hadn’t come and interrupted them, Nick had explained irritably.

There was more to their story. Some past indiscretion that Willow still held against Nick. Seemed the two couldn’t resist each other.

Still.

Sounded complicated as hell, and suddenly Jared was glad for the simple, easy relationship he had with Sheridan. The simple
fake
marriage
he had with her.

He was a jackass. She’d essentially been handed to him. He hadn’t worked for her that hard. Jared frowned. Hell yeah, he’d worked hard for her. Spending time with her, learning her quirks, what she liked, what she didn’t like. He knew her moods. He knew how to arouse her. And he loved it when he didn’t do a damn thing but walk into a room and she flashed that beautiful smile at him.