Sweet Spot: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (Bad Boys of Summer Book 2) (22 page)

Sure enough, ten minutes after Susan left to retire to her own bedroom, Josie was sneaking down the hall to mine.

Not that I was complaining.

She’d shown up wearing a light colored nightgown that had my body on fire at first sight. Her pajamas weren’t meant to be sexy. There were no lace cutouts and it covered her completely to mid-thigh, but it was made out of some kind of clingy fabric that showed off her tits to perfection as she stalked the length of the room. I couldn’t wait to peel the damn thing off her. I cocked my head, only halfway listening to whatever she was flustered about, and wondered if she should leave it on while I fucked her. Next, my mind wandered into debating whether or not she was wearing anything underneath.

“Trey? Are you even listening?” Josie said, her sharp, impatient tone snapping me back to reality.

“Uh-huh. What?” My eyes snapped back up her body and met her pointed stare. “Do you have any panties on?”

She rolled her eyes and threw herself into a plush chair that sat in the corner of the guest room. “Ugh! You’re impossible!”

“What?”

Josie sighed and leaned forward. She couldn’t sit still. Instead, she propped her arms on her knees and stared at me. “I take it you just find the whole thing amusing? Judging from your smirk through dinner.”

Josie’s parents’ house was casual, but stately all at the same time. A sort of lived-in elegance. The guest room was large and spacious, fitted with a queen sized bed, two low profile dressers, and two overstuffed chairs in the alcove window that likely had a fantastic view of the property during the day. There was even an attached bathroom.

I shrugged. “I guess I don’t get why it’s a big deal. Who cares what they think about us? If they disapproved, they would’ve said something to you, right? I mean, that’s what parents do. They bitch and moan and tell their kids when they’re fucking up.”

“I guess.” She paused, nibbling on her lower lip. “Though that seems like kind of a grim assessment of parenting.”

I chuckled. “Did they tell you to stay away from me? Ask you if you’d lost your mind? Or demanded to know if I was really the fucktard the media wants everyone to think I am?”

She considered my question with care, gently nibbling on her lower lip. If she only knew what that little nibble did to my cock. “No…”

I grinned and leaned back on the bed. “Then we’re good.”

She threw her hands in the air and pushed up from the chair. “Trey, you don’t get it.”

“Then explain it to me, Jo.”

She paced the room and I tried to keep from staring at her bare legs. For once in my life, I needed to focus on what she was saying, not thinking about her sweet ass—or what she’d look like naked. “You know, I’ve never done this before. I’ve never brought a guy home to meet my parents. I don’t want them to think you and I are some kind of…I don’t know…
couple
?”

I nodded. “Gotcha. Well, I promise not to spring a diamond ring on you while we’re here. How about that?”

“Well, I wasn’t really worried about that happening,” she said, shooting me a sarcastic look. “I guess it just feels weird. I pictured this day going a little differently…”

“How so?”

She stared at me for a beat but then shook her head, deciding against saying whatever was on her mind. She got shut down and reserved all of a sudden. Her arms were locked tightly around her waist and she wouldn’t make eye contact with me.

“Jo, baby, come on,” I said, reaching for her. “Come relax with me.”

Her eyes met mine and held them for longer than normal, but then she tore them away and shook her head. “No. I should get back to bed…”

I groaned and flopped down to my back, bouncing slightly on the springy mattress. “Damn, woman! I shouldn’t have even come with you. I should have known this would be weird.”

“Trey…don’t say that.”

I glanced over at her. “Why not? We’ve only been here a few hours and you’re all weirded out. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, Jo. I guess with the shit storm I’m caught up in right now, I didn’t think. I’m sorry if I’m fucking everything up for you.”

Josie sighed. “You’re not. My parents like you and they’re happy to see me with someone. It’s all in my head. I just don’t want them to get their hopes up. You know? Remember what I told you that night at the bar, in Denver?”

I nodded. “Your dad wants you to move here permanently, get married, and have some babies.”

Josie laughed under her breath. “Yeah, that about covers it. That’s why I want it to be clear that that’s not what we’re doing here.”

“Got it. Well, I’m pretty sure they know I’m not marriage material. Everyone knows that.”

Josie stared at me, unblinking. “I don’t know that.”

I laughed, thinking she was kidding, but she didn’t crack a smile or join in. “Jo…come on. I’m a fuckin’ mess. What do I have to offer a woman besides money and quasi-fame?”

Josie smiled, the first one I’d seen most of the night, and it warmed me from the inside out. “Well you’re pretty good in bed.”

I roared with laughter and Josie sprang toward me, shushing me. “Stop!” she said, giggling. “You’ll wake everyone up.”

She was close enough for me to grab and I took advantage, quickly sitting up and locking my hands around her waist. Her giggles died as our eyes met and I captured her full, sexy lips with mine. Damn, she was sweet. Her tongue slipped over my lips and every muscle in my body went tight. She was hungry for me. Her body was just as hot and flushed as mine.

I tried dragging her on top of me, but she resisted, and pulled away. When we broke apart, we locked eyes and the spark in hers got my heart racing even faster.

“Come on,” she whispered, taking me by the hand.

“Where are we going?” I asked, letting her lead me from the bedroom.

“Shh!” she warned, turning around to let me see the one finger she had pressed against her lips. “You’ll see.”

I followed her through the dark house and out into the yard. She was still only wearing her thin nightgown and I was wearing a pair of basketball shorts, a tee shirt and a hard on. Josie kept a hold of my hand as we walked. It was really dark once we got past the glowing porchlight but she didn’t falter or even slow down. It was clear that she knew the property like the back of her hand.

I wanted to know where we were going, but there was a magical, mystical energy around us. Something exciting and seductive and I didn’t want to break it by demanding to know where she was taking me. We walked in silence for another ten minutes or so over the flat ground. In the silence, I could still hear crickets chirping and frogs croaking. The sound of water became clearer as we walked and up ahead, in the moonlight, there was a bank along the edge of a slow moving creek.

“You feel like a little swim?” Josie asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Before I could answer, she reached for the hem of her nightgown and peeled it up her body in slow motion.

“Fuck me,” I growled. I finally had my answer. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She stood there, stark naked under the moonlight and she looked damn good—every beautiful inch of her.

“I was planning on it,” she quipped.

I laughed and stripped off my own shirt and shorts. “As you can see, I’m more than ready.”

“You ever been skinny dipping before?” she asked, turning around to look at the creek.

“Nope. This is gonna be a first.” I rushed at her and scooped her into my arms. She squealed and quickly stifled the sound with the back of her hand. We were far enough away from the house that her parents wouldn’t hear us talking—or fucking—but squealing might be a problem.

Without hesitation, I carried her into the water, swearing under my breath at the first cold steps into the flow. The water wasn’t icy, but it was definitely a little chilly. “Just gonna say, things happen in cold water…”

Josie groaned. “Save it, Delgado. I know you got the goods.”

I chuckled and waded in until the water was up to my waist. It lapped against Josie’s hips and she squirmed in my arms. “It’s not even that cold, you big baby.”

I smacked her bare ass playfully as she got out of my arms and dunked down in the water until her body was covered from my view. When she came back up again, I stared, transfixed by the water rolling off her shoulders. “Damn it, Josie, you’re so beautiful.”

She smiled and came over to me. I gathered her in my arms, sighing at the way our bodies fit together in the water. “If we go down a little further it gets deeper. This creek feeds into a lake down a way.”

I dropped my hands down her sides and then back up to tease her perky tits. “I don’t know if I’m going to last that long. You look good enough to eat right here, right now.”

Josie gasped when I pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I rolled the little bud between my fingers and grinned down at the way her eyes rolled back. She shifted her weight back and forth, from one leg to the other, as though trying to keep herself from coming right on the spot. My other hand slipped under the water’s edge and found her pussy lips, swollen and full. I parted her and stroked up and down her opening as she stood on trembling legs.

“Trey?”

“Hmm?” I murmured, still stroking her clit under the water.

She dropped her head back and I followed the delicate arch with hungry eyes. “Let’s forget about everything tonight. Just fuck me.”

I smiled and applied my lips to her exposed neck. “Deal.”

Josie

The following morning, with memories of the steamy, creekside night still swimming in my head, I opened my eyes against the bright sunshine filtering in through the thin, gossamer curtains on the two large windows of my bedroom—with a huge grin on my face. My pussy still tingled. That man could do what no other man had ever done. I knew what it was...he had magic fingers and a body built for sex. “Damn! Damn! Damn it all to hell!” I grabbed a large, king size pillow against my chest and clutched it tightly.

“I should have let him stay,” I whispered to myself, wishing he was there beside me. It would have been nice to wake up in his arms.

I sighed and heaved myself out of bed, tossing the pillow back to where it belonged. I knew it was for the best that Trey stayed in his own room last night. I didn’t want my daddy thinking his baby girl was having sex under his roof. Even more…I didn’t want to confirm their suspicions before I figured out what the hell was happening for myself. I cared about Trey—he was fun and exciting— but I wasn’t willing to admit that to anyone else. Hell, I could barely admit it to myself.

But what I couldn’t figure out was
why
. Was it his bad boy reputation? The baby mama drama? The fact that he’d been with enough women to fill a fucking stadium?

Any of the above?
All
of the above?

No one could blame me. There were a bazillion reasons mamas warned their daughters to stay away from men like Trey. And yet…there I was, falling in love with his sexy bad ass anyway.

With a heavy sigh, I dragged my butt to the bathroom and took a hot shower. As I scrubbed, I sang a mindless tune, trying to keep my thoughts from nagging me to death. It was all a little heavy to digest before I’d even had coffee.

Downstairs, Trey wasn’t anywhere to be found. Instead, I found my mama at the kitchen sink, scrubbing a stainless steel pot. “Hey, baby girl,” she called over her shoulder, having caught my reflection in the sudsy bottom of the shiny pot. “How’d you sleep?”

Was there a knowing hint in her voice? No, I was imagining that.
Stop being so paranoid, Jo.

“Good. I always sleep good after a flight.” I padded into the room, my bare feet quiet on the polished wood floors.

“A private flight, from what Trey was telling us…” she added, before turning on the tap and rinsing the pot clean. She set it aside in the dish drying rack, wiped her hands off, and then spun on the heel of her sandal and smiled at me. “What’s going on with you two?”

“Mom,” I groaned, reaching for the handle of the coffee pot, thankful it was already brewed. I poured a mug to the brim and took a scalding drink off the top. Hopefully, keeping my face from telling her anything she didn’t need to know—like how amazing he was on the
private flight.
“Nothing is happening between us. Like I said—repeatedly—last night, he’s just a friend. He’s in a bad spot, Mama, and I offered to help.”

“Mmhmm. I know what you
said
, Jo. But I’m having a hard time imaging what kind of hard times you could be rescuing him from. He’s obviously a man with a lot of resources. Which…leaves one thing—”

“Mama, stop! For the love of all things good and decent, stop!”

She laughed and patted me on the shoulder as she passed on her way out of the kitchen. “All right, JoJo. Keep your secrets. They’re out in the barn, if that was going to be your next question.”

With that, she was gone. I gulped down the rest of the hot coffee and then poured a refill. The barn? What on earth would Trey be doing out in the barn? And who was the other person in the
they
she referred to? My stomach growled, especially after the acidic showering of coffee, but I ignored it long enough to go upstairs, slip into my jeans and a coral colored tee shirt. I brushed out my hair and let it hang loose around my shoulders. It had dried out overnight and the resulting waves were wild but not a complete wreck.

At the back door, I stopped to pull on a pair of blue Hunter boots that mama kept there for me. I paused on the back deck to smile up at the warm sun. It was good to be home again. Even if only for a little while. I was still determined to get my story about the senator, but even after only being home again for a few hours, I was wondering if it would really be all that bad to move back again.

I pushed the thoughts aside, and then plodded out to the barn. A group of three men were standing twenty paces from the mouth of the wooden structure. I paused at the entrance and studied them for a minute. Trey and Daddy were easy to pick out, and both were wearing work shirts, jeans, and boots. The third man was out of place though, wearing a business suit and what appeared to be loafers. All at once it hit me. Michael Arlington! The very man I was supposed to be digging up dirt on was standing there in the damn barn!