Game On! (Seaside Heat) (12 page)

The ache in his muscles dissipated against a prominent need between his legs. “For not being a cheerleader, darlin’, you definitely have a way of getting my attention.”

“I have a few more.” She approached with a wink, slipped two fingers into the front of his shorts and shoved the handle of the red and blue tassel next to his expanding pole.

“I have some ideas what to do with this.” He grabbed it, turned her and swatted her rear.

“Follow me, Mr. Tight End.” She sashayed downstairs while he carried their drinks.

Subdued blue lights lit the swirling water. There, she stripped him to his boxer briefs. “So, my friend says you asked her opinion on something about me?”

Had he trusted GiGi in vain? “Ah yeah. You know, stuff girls know about each other. Like what’s your favorite color underwear.” He sank into the water, tugging the bikini string at her hip.

“You’ve taken off enough of them to know.” She giggled and splashed him.

He drew her onto his lap. “Yet, I’ve never seen you in a red bikini.”

“Bought it to go with the team’s colors.” She sipped her whiskey.

“And your cheering gear?” He twirled the bundle anxious to play.

“Left from a Fourth of July party.” She took it and lightly flogged his shoulder. “It might be fun to use in other ways, too.”

His teacher proved to have a naughtier side than he could have imagined. He definitely found her harder and harder to resist. “You know I’m always game.”

“Hmmm, and ready.” She straddled him and untied her bikini bottom. The scrap of material floated to the surface.

“Always.” Latching onto the globes of her ass, he brought her against his length. He still had trouble believing he’d lucked into such a situation with a beautiful woman.

She rubbed against him and moaned. “You never disappoint.”

Keeping that promise might prove difficult. “Never want to, baby.”

While she massaged her clit on his cock, he shoved two fingers into her heat.

Weightless in the water, she rode his fingers. Her glistening breasts with pert nipples begged him to suck. The ache to fuck her bare and release into her tight pussy nearly overpowered him.

He pumped faster. The sting of her nails on his shoulders told him she was close. He clamped his teeth onto her nipple.

“Heath!” She bucked and writhed riding her orgasm to its end. Then dissolved against him.

He cradled her thinking he could get used to having her in his life. “I love it when you call my name.”

“I love it when you make me lose my mind.” Jordan nuzzled his neck. I’ve got something to tell you.” Her dark gazed penetrated him.

“Something good, I hope?” He ran a hand along the curve of her back reveling as her softness.

“I applied for field hockey coach’s position at my school.” She smiled and pecked a kiss to his cheek. “You gave me the confidence to try.”

He didn’t know what he’d done but it made his heart soar. “Really? Awesome. When will you find out?”

“The principal called yesterday.” She grinned.

Perfect timing. “Sweet! We need to celebrate.”

She grabbed the pom-pom from the ledge of the hot tub then handed it to him. “We’ll be celebrating your touchdown, too.”

Holy fuck. He couldn’t wait to spank those beautiful cheeks. He had a true fan and lover. Now he just had to keep her from running into the woman who nearly ruined her life.

Jordan feigned interest while she and GiGi killed time in an upscale clothing store in Ohio before the Tritons game. “Come on, can’t you find someone else?”

“Yeah, but I want my best friend in my show.” Gigi gave her a sad kitty face complete with saucer-big eyes.

Getting out of being one of her models would prove next to impossible. “Okay, but nothing indecent.”

GiGi spun around from the dress rack and hugged her. “Yay!”

“And you owe me an outfit from your show.” Maybe something sexy for Heath. She almost stayed over the other night but that would have told him their fun had turned into more than a game.

“Definitely. So, are you okay?” GiGi cocked her head.

“What do you mean?”

She pursed her lips. “The Branscome fiasco. Are you over it? Have you moved on?”

“Yeah, I suppose. Why?” Heath had certainly helped.

“This is a chance to be happy and let that part of your life be done.”

“For the short term. After the strike, they’ll probably return to the practice squad in Texas or to another team.” She chewed a nail wishing it could be different.

“They’re almost thirty, Jordan.” GiGi flung out a hand. “Think about it. I’m not trying to be mean, but that’s getting old for a player who hasn’t already made it as a NFL starter.”

“You really believe Dugan won’t want to return to the big league even as a practice squad player?”

“You never know.” GiGi held up a sea foam shift in front of Jordan. “Nice color. It’d look good on you. She returned the dress to the rack. “Come on, we gotta get going. Don’t want to be late for the pre-game fun.”

GiGi had turned into a Disney princess. Fairy tales were in books and movies not real life. At least not in Jordan’s life. She’d enjoy her time with Heath and when their season ended it’d be back to reality.

* * * *

Sunday morning after the game Heath’s muscles protested. Being sore was the price, but at least he had Jordan to snuggle with after their loss. He followed her up the steps of the plane.

He’d been shocked when Jordan and GiGi had showed up last night. A high dollar fashion friend of GiGi’s had chartered a bird from Florida to the game and offered all of them a flight back to Virginia.

He sank onto the ample leather seat of the private jet, glad for the extra room.

“You okay?” Jordan laid a hand on his arm. Her fingers appeared delicate against his forearm.

“Perfect. This is awesome.” Butter-soft seats and couches, with burl wood tables and a huge flat screen TV were a flight luxury he’d probably never experience again.

The plane took off and twenty minutes into the flight, Jordan ran her hand down his thigh.

“Interested in some mile-high fun?” She glanced toward their dozing cabin mates.

He fought a smile. Surprised again. She never wanted to fool around if Dugan was in the house, yet now she wanted to bang in the bathroom three feet away. “Raising the stakes, are we?”

“You gonna call the bet?” A lick of her bottom lip and the low neckline enhancing the swell of her breasts beckoned.

He waited until she’d reached the lavatory then followed.

The door latched with a snap. She gathered her long skirt and sat on the marble sink. Her bare folds glistened. Wet and ready.

“No panties? Damn, darlin’, you should have told me.” Then again, he’d have been hard all the way to the airport.

“Wanted to surprise you.”

His batteries instantly recharged. A mile-high fuck in this game had never entered his fantasy. Especially not in a private jet’s fancy facilities.

She eyed him like a rich dessert.

He dropped to his knees.

Fresh like summer fruit, her flavor burst on his tongue sweet and juicy. She ruffled his hair and arched against his mouth.

“God, Heath. Inside me now.” She panted. Her pussy was ripe and ready.

After a final lick he stood. “Been planning this all morning?

“Maybe.” She unzipped and shoved his shorts to the tiled floor.

His teacher continued with surprises. “Ahh, darlin’ what you do to me.”

Grazing his ribs with her nails, she peeled his t-shirt over his head. Her eyelashes fluttered as she rubbed his cockhead along her entrance.

Thankful for more room than a commercial airliner’s bathroom, he captured the back of her knees in the crook of his arms. Opening her wide, he was dying to spear her tight slit.

The plane pitched.

Her hips rocked in a pleasing stroke against his junk. “Fuck.”

“Please.” She gripped tighter.

He glanced at his shorts on the floor for a condom he always kept in his pocket since Jordan entered his life. Unreachable at the moment. “Damn, just a second.”

“We could go bare.” She palmed his chest.

His heart stopped then sprinted to catch up. The sweet feel of her heat at the head of his cock ripped at his control. “Yeah?”

“We’re both healthy and you know I’m on birth control.” Her gaze didn’t waver.

He’d never been harder in his life. “Get ready, baby, cuz the pilot is going to think you’re a porn star.”

“Prove it.” She nipped his neck.

He propelled her hips forward then thrust deep. Slick and tight. She was so wet she felt like she’d already come. “You’re like heaven.”

With a hand around his neck, she begged, “Hurry.”

Granting her wish, he slammed home again and built a steady rhythm.

“Harder. Faster.” Jordan moaned.

He could have angled for her clit and had her coming in a few strokes, but anticipation was part of the game as well. Going bare felt so goddamn right. The tingling at the base of his spine pushed him to the ragged edge.

“Yes! Yes!” Jordan clutched his back.

He ached to fill her snug pussy.

“Oh God!” Her muscles tightened, drawing him to her core.

“That’s it, baby.”

“Heath!” She pulsed around him.

He filled her until he had nothing left. At the moment of ecstasy, being with her went beyond a game. He wanted this indefinitely.

Jordan relaxed in his arms but made no move to separate. She grazed his earlobe. “Jesus, number eighty-seven, you sure know how to make flying fun.”

Would he have the time to make her want more than fun with him?

* * * *

The next week Jordan held tryouts as new coach for the field hockey team at her high school. She was grateful for the distraction to get her mind off the man who had taken her higher sexually than she’d ever been. It wasn’t only sex that she missed the last couple of days. She missed him.

“Better start to school year this time around.” Wendy, her assistant coach and former lacrosse teammate blew the whistle to start a drill.

The girls passed the ball to one another while running the field. Jordan made checkmarks along her roster by the players showing superb skills. In three days, they’d narrowed down to their final selections. “The summer has helped me put that nightmare behind me.”

“The summer or a decent guy?”

Jordan adjusted her sunglasses. “Combo, I think.”

Wendy blew the whistle for the next group to start. “When can I meet him?”

“Not sure if he’ll be staying after his job is finished here.” Unless things changed, there was no point in introducing Heath to her school friends.

They were wrapping up the last of tryouts when Wendy cleared her throat and nodded. “Wow, new coach I’m not aware of?”

Even in athletic shorts and a plain t-shirt, Heath stood out. A total badass in aviator shades.

“Just a friend.” How in the hell did she land such a hottie?

“Uh huh. I’ll tell the girls we’ll post final selections tomorrow.” Wendy shook her ponytail and walked onto the field.

“Have you made your final picks?” He smiled and raised his sunglasses, revealing those heart-stopping blue eyes.

“Not sure I know what I’m doing.” She stashed her clipboard in her backpack. His unexpected visit knocked her off kilter.

He shouldered the equipment bag. “You’ll figure it out. You never take
anything
lightly, darlin’.”

After a glance around, she kissed his cheek. “Thanks for the support. Give me a minute?”

“Sure. I’ll take the gear to your car. Then do you want to grab some dinner?” He smiled.

“Sounds great.” Her stomach fluttered like a crushing teen. She was eyeballs deep in trouble. After their weekends together, he was close to surpassing fuck buddy status. She started for the group huddled around Wendy. Fuck! She couldn’t afford to get emotionally attached.

* * * *

Jordan sat beside GiGi at the fifty-yard line in the Sports Complex, sweating in late summer humidity.

Eighty-seven took his stance. He’d broken through her tough exterior. Made her want to love. Something she never trusted enough to attempt. Too bad she’d never have the chance to try.

Next week’s game was away, and then he’d return home for their last game. She planned to make every available moment count before she was back to school, playing PE teacher.

The quarterback passed the ball on first down. A receiver snagged it and sprinted nearly twenty yards before the defensive tackle dragged him to the ground.

When another two downs gained only a few feet, the Tritons changed tactics. Heath blocked and broke through. A short pass lofted for him. He claimed it with ease and turned to run. A linebacker blindsided him with a crushing hit. Heath dropped into a heap.

Jordan jumped to her feet. Her hand went to her mouth as her heart lurched against her ribs. She couldn’t breathe.

He didn’t move.

* * * *

Blinding pain sliced through Heath’s brain. He squeezed his eyes shut as he became aware of his body. What a hit.

He tried to move, but hands held him still. “Easy,” the trainer said. “We want to get you on a backboard.”

Fuck! A backboard? He wiggled his toes inside his cleats and felt them rub against his socks. He relaxed somewhat even though what felt like a hot poker stabbed into his frontal lobe.

They C-collared him then slid the board beneath him. Once they loaded him onto a cart, he let the darkness take him again.

Soft fingers squeezed his hand, bringing him around as EMTs prepared to load him into an ambulance.

“I’ll see you there.” Jordan said in a strained voice.

Through his pain, he sensed her worry. In all his years in football, he’d avoided the ER. He tightened his fingers around hers. “Ride with me?”

“Of course.” Wearing a weak smile, she followed him and the gurney into the back of the ambulance.

He hated the fear in her eyes as the paramedic stuck his arm and hooked up an IV. “Scared of needles?”

Her timid nod caused him to laugh, which shot a bolt of agony through his skull. “So natural childbirth for you?”