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Authors: Susan Arden

Tags: #Cowboy, #Sports Romance, #New Adult Fiction, #Football Romance, #Erotic Romance, #Multicultural Romance

BOOK: Girls' Night Out (Bad Boys)
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“Hell, no. You can’t tell me you want a wild night and expect I’m going to let you go and find it with someone else. I’m just not sure you need a wild night, is all.”

“I can’t believe a woman throws herself at you after you chase and chase, and then you back off. That sounds like you need therapy. Not sex.”

“Is this how you act when a man wants to make sure you know what you’re saying?” His eyes narrowed. “You make being a gentleman real hard, sugar.”

“Are you insinuating that I’m talking nonsense? I’m very certain I can find someone on your team who might find me attractive, since you obviously think that sex with me would be such a chore.”

“Jesus H. Christ, you are one hot mess, woman.”

“No, I’m not! I’m very easy to get along with. Ask anyone. You’re the one who’s ornery.” And then she did it. Lost control and pushed him. Which of course was a total joke. He didn’t budge but the act of aggression apparently wasn’t lost on him, either, by the way his dark brows drew together.

“Cory McLemore,” he snorted, and then lifted her up in his arms. “Damn, you drive me wild enough to smack your bottom.”

He walked out of the living room area with her hoisted over his shoulder, and made a sharp turn through a doorway into a large room where a wide bed came into view. He marched over and flung her down on the bed, none too gently.

“What are you going to do?” she asked, her voice coming out in hoarse whisper.

“Seeing that I can’t talk some sense into you, I’m giving you one last chance to reconsider,” he whispered. His pupils dilated and his expression had gone tense. Dressed in a button-down shirt and dark trousers, he was the epitome of elegance and with his thick hair messed up, so freaking sexy.

“There’s nothing to reconsider,” she said, sitting up and scooting to the edge of the bed. She began to untie the straps at the back of her neck. Sucking in her breath, she let go of the material between her fingers and the halter section of her dress spilled downward. Sitting there, she was half naked. She wasn’t wearing a bra under her dress and Brett stared at her breasts, his mouth slightly open. It took him a year to reconnect his gaze with hers.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured.

She stood up and pivoted in front of him. Glancing over her shoulder, she met his eyes. “Help me with the zipper.”

Brett’s hands were at her hips and he pulled her back against him. Groaning, he pushed himself into her bottom. He was fully aroused and bent his head, dragging his mouth over her shoulder. He lightly bit down into her neck and the feeling had her pulsing with pleasure. Dark and wild, and she moaned his name, reaching behind herself to touch him.

He rocked against her hand, his cheek next to her ear. “Do you need proof of how you’ve had me sporting a hard-on all night? Christ, I want you, and the things I’ve imagined doing with you…I could keep you busy for the rest of the weekend.”

She looked up, trying to fathom his expression. “You’ve thought of me?”

“Only about five hundred thousand times. This morning in the shower, it was you I thought of making myself come. You’ve become a mad distraction since the moment we bumped into each other at the airport.”

“Really?” Her heartbeat thudded loudly in her ears. Should she tell him he wasn’t alone in chaotic fantasizing?

“Did you think of me? At all?” he asked, kissing along her neck.

Cory’s breath hitched and she leaned back against him. “Yes. I have. Coming home. It was so hard, but thinking about you made it easier.”

A choking feeling overcame her, then stinging in her eyes. She thought of her mother and how everything was changing. Brett’s arms were around her, pressing her back against him, while she rapidly blinked, sternly telling herself she was not going to become a blubbering mess. Talk about a wacko. He’d run, not walk, her back to the group.

Brett’s fingertips traced down her arms, moving over to her chest. He palmed her breasts, squeezing and kneading each one. His thumbs swept up and down over her nipples. “You’ve got perfect tits. The kind that were meant to be sucked, licked, and fucked.”

She closed her eyes, giving in to the feel of his warm hands on her body, eliciting jolts of bliss, hot and heavy. Blindly, she worked her hands over his zipper, tugging open his belt as he began kissing up her neck. Exquisite and splintering, the sensations came at her from all angles. She pushed his trousers off his hips, then tugged on his boxers, still facing away from him. The sensation of doing things without having visual cues made her listen more closely, and her sense of touch heightened. His hard body up against hers, both of them half naked and skimming over each other’s skin, spiked her ache to have him take possession of her entirely. He shifted and moved his hands down to the bottom of her dress. Gliding his hand underneath, he pushed her panties off her hips.

“Open your legs wider.” His hand rubbed over her backside parting her thighs and slipping his fingers in between her legs.

She arched against him, the feeling of falling overcoming her without warning. Brett didn’t relinquish when she groaned. He pushed his fingers along the seam of her sex, where ache and hunger threatened to explode.

“Please,” she moaned, her nipples tightening with the craving to submit uncoiling in her belly and she bit down on her lip. The brush of his fingers across her clit sent a swarm of chill bumps over her skin and she cried out.

“You are so wet.” He didn’t wait for her answer, but drove one of his fingers inside. His hands were large and his finger made her whimper. She began gyrating her hips, riding his finger. Her mind emptied, her thoughts blurred as a coiling deep in her belly that began to shatter apart. Brett drew a tight circle around her clit, flicking his finger expertly to make her gasp and her hips jerk.

“Brett, please,” she begged, sliding along his finger. “More.”

“That’s it, sugar. Open those beautiful legs for me.”
He knew exactly what to do as he leaned over her, driving his finger deeper into her. He wrapped his arm around her waist, and began pumping his finger into her. Harder. Faster.
And then he stopped, pulled his hand from between her legs. “I need to get inside you, Cory.”

She met his eyes. In the dim bedroom, they were dark but glinting as though the inside of him were on fire. “My dress.” She turned in his arms, rubbing her hip against him, over his erection. His fingers worked the back of her dress, tugging down the zipper. Her dress fell to the floor at her ankles and Cory spun until she faced him. “Your turn.”

“Sounds good.” He leaned forward and kissed her as her fingers slid down his chest and she unbuttoned his shirt. She glanced down and froze at seeing his cock, jutting out from his hips. He was built. Thick and long—and what did she expect, with his height and the size of his hands?

“How much experience do you have with women who don’t have sex on a regular basis?”

“I’m not going to hurt you. Ever.” He took her face between his hands and kissed her. Softly, as if to prove he wasn’t a raging bull, but then his kiss turned hungry and ignited the pulsing heat simmering low in her belly. He lightly bit her bottom lip, rolling it between his teeth, then sucked her tongue. Her hands reached inside his shirt, moving over his chest and tweaking his nipples.

“God, I want to feel you against me.” She stood back, admiring his muscular body. At least what she could see. He raised his arm and his shirt cuffs twinkled.

“We can easily make that a reality.”

“Let me,” she said. He wore cufflinks and she moved her hands down his shirtsleeves, rippling muscle under her fingertips. With her fingers on his cuff, she removed each gold link inscribed with an NFL insignia, and set it on the nightstand. His shirt front fell open, revealing a smooth expanse of his tanned, muscular chest. A breathtaking work of sinewy art. She pushed his shirt off his body and noticed a scar on his left shoulder. She pressed her palms over his skin, pushing off his shirt, and brushed her cheek over his pecs. With his shirt removed, her hands were free to explore a torso that invited her attention. His stomach tightened under her fingers into bulging ripples of six-pack perfection.

Without breaking eye contact, Brett kicked off his shoes and stepped free from his trousers and boxers, removed one sock and then another. By the time he was done, Cory had unlaced one shoe, but didn’t want to test her balance. Brett naked was a mind-altering sight that would forever brand in her brain what a man should look like. She’d be spoiled from ever finding a man to compare. Of that, she was completely certain.

She poised her knee at the edge of the bed and began working on the knot in the leather lace of the other shoe. The sound of crinkling foil came from behind her. She glanced back to see him tear the top of a condom packet. She met his gaze, then lowered her eyes to his cock as he gripped himself and swathed his length in latex.

“Do you need help?” he asked.

“I’ve got it.” She wished she had a pair of scissors to cut those darn laces. Finally, the knot came undone and her fingers trembled while unwinding the lace around her ankle.

“You’re beautiful. Relax for me.” He skimmed his hands over her back, down to her hips and lower. His hard-on slipped between her legs, eliciting a long, low groan from him. He grazed the broad head of his cock against her folds, unfurling a wave excruciating pleasure through her body.

“Brett,” she moaned, shivering from the spiraling ache between her thighs. She felt herself grow unbelievably hot, swollen and wet each time Brett’s cock nudged against her. The erotic teasing to her senses made it almost impossible to concentrate on the lace at her ankle. His hands were on her hips the moment she removed her shoe and he wedged her legs wider apart.

He shifted her position, wrapping his arm under her leg and holding her against him. “I’m going to fuck you standing up. To start.”

God, the feel of this commanding man, bending her body, owning her, made her dig her nails into the coverlet on the bed. He was at her entrance, hot and ready, and she leaned over, pushing back against him.

“Please,” she whimpered. In the next breath, she felt him thrusting into her. Slowly as he tightly squeezed her hips between his hands and rivulets of pleasure washed over her.

He grunted low, moving into her arduously. “So tight, kitten. You make me want to explode.”

His cock surged forward, not all the way but enough to have her moaning in need as a current of wanton bliss spread along her nerve endings. The sensation of being overtaken by him hiked up her hunger to have him fill her. She arched and ground her aching sex down upon his cock, impaling herself on him. He leaned over her, blanketing her body with heat, encircling her within his arms as he drove himself inside her.

“So good. God, I could fuck you for hours.” He stopped for a moment, giving her time to adjust to his cock buried deep inside her.

He flexed back, arching upward away from her body as he languidly drew his cock from within her, and the cool air filled in the gap where his warm body had lain. He held her by the hips, then forcefully drove his length back into her. A loud groan reverberated in his chest. The seesaw of heat roiling off his skin and the chilled air in the room made the delicious thrusts of his cock even more erotic.

“Bite me,” she said, craving that he give her something to take with her after tonight. “Please. Now.”

“What a turn on that you want me to mark you.” Bringing his hard chest and taut belly in full contact over her back, he bit down on her neck, sliding deeper inside her. “You like my cock inside you? Baby, you feel fucking amazing.”

“Yeah, just like this,” she murmured, giving flight to the desperate desire to have him rocking into her.

“Rough?” he asked, his mouth against her neck, and the scrape of his teeth unbolting her hunger for him.

“With you. Yes.”

He sucked a point on her neck, then nibbled her skin until she dug her nails into his arms. “I’ve got you,” he murmured, tightening his grip on her. He pulled his cock out, teasing her with the tip, then pummeled his length into her.

“Oh God.” The words rasped from her lips.

They moved toward each other, increasing the speed of their bodies in hurling thrusts. Each time he plunged, he drove himself so deep inside her, she shuddered and fought to keep from falling. Her nipples tightened into hard peaks. Pleasure crashed in thunderous waves with each of Brett’s slamming pumps into her. His mouth returned to bite her shoulder, her neck, and whispered decadent snips of what fucking her felt like. They were joined hip-to-hip, their breaths in synch, and then he began to move faster, going farther with each thrust until the only thing that mattered was him filling her as the rest of the world fell away.

“I want to see your face as I drive my cock into you and make you come.” He pulled out of her and in one rapid motion swept her up and onto the bed.

He was down next to Cory, parting her thighs, and moved his hips in between her legs, fisting his cock. Poised at her entrance, he clenched his jaw at the sight of her pink and melting around him. He plunged deep inside her in one full throttle thrust. He hooked her legs and brought them over his shoulders, and began to pummel himself into her, over and over. Faster and harder came each of his slams.

“So good,” she moaned, raking her nails through his hair.

Gripping her thighs, he drove into her with a deep thrust, followed by a grind against her. He didn’t relent, but continued his pounding motion, urging her with his voice, his cock, his touch.

“How close are you?” he panted, sweat dripping down his cheeks.

So close, she called out his name. “Brett, please!”

“Fuck, I’m going to burst. You feel so amazing like this.”

The shattering pleasure blasted apart from deep down in her belly, a rippling bliss that built into a tsunami of ecstasy and then crashed, leaving her moaning and digging her nails into his back.

He yelled her name, “Cory! Fuck.” His hands lifted her bottom and he drove his cock into her with a jagged slam, a shudder tore through his body in his release. “Baby.”

After setting her hips down on the bed, he gently kissed the inside of her knees. She moved her legs from his shoulders, as he lowered himself to lie between her thighs. Their breaths were uneven as he kissed the side of her neck, working his mouth up to her jaw where he sucked a point that made her come completely undone.

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