Girls' Night Out (Bad Boys) (31 page)

She moaned his name, rocking her hips up and over his hard-on. “Babe,” she whispered.

“I need all of you,” he snarled, peering down into her flushed face. “I swear. After tonight, you’ll never doubt how much I want you. Let me have you the way I’ve wanted.”

“Yes.” Her one word and that’s all he needed.

He picked her up, carried her to the bed, and flung her down. He reached for the front of her shirt and ripped it open, exposing her breasts covered by the sexiest bra he’d ever seen. “You know just how to torture me.”

He pushed the cups of her bra down, releasing her tits, and dipped his head to take one of her nipples in his mouth. He encircled the tip with his lips and sucked on her erect nipple elongated on his tongue. Then he scraped his teeth around the edge and she raked her fingers over his head. She groaned. “No hair to pull. Unfair.”

He laughed, squeezing her waist, and changed sides. He sucked her other tit until she squirmed under him. Without releasing her nipple, he tugged up her skirt, moving her over the mattress. Wedging her legs open, he unzipped his fly, and removed his cock. He grabbed himself as droplets ran from his dick, making the head glisten, and appear almost a deep purple he was so unbelievably hard.

“I’ve got to get inside you. Now.”

“God, please,” Cory moaned, reaching her arms up and around his shoulders. She pressed her mouth to his.

Fuck, the whole world just tilted. No way to stop. He moved his fingers under her panties, grazed against her.

“So wet,” he whispered. His cock jerked and the skin tightened all over his body. He was so close to shooting that he hooked his fingers around her panties and, with a swift tug, ripped them apart. Swiping his head against her slick folds, he shuddered before he thrust into her.

“Fuck!” In one slamming thrust, he drove his cock inside her warm wetness. He began pumping, his cock getting harder and his thrusts going deeper.

“Brett,” she whispered, licking and sucking his jaw.

“Damn, I hope you’re close. I know I am.”

Her glittery eyes lock with his. “So close. Brett, just like this. Do me hard. Then come all over my skin.”

She didn’t need to repeat herself as he pumped ferociously, driving his cock faster and farther. It wasn’t long before the familiar electrical skittering at the base of his spine had his balls hiked up. He removed his cock and began pumping his hand up and down his length.

“Cory,” he groaned, leaning over her with his dick painfully swollen. He convulsed as a hot stream sprayed over her abdomen from the head of his cock. The sight of her skin glazed with his release had him harder than a pipe, ready to thrust into her all over again. Trying to recapture his breath, he doubted he’d been this keyed up before. Ever.

“Brett,” she whispered. “What shall we do now?”

His cock throbbed and he was more turned on than he could ever recall. He reached for his wallet and removed a condom, then tore the wrapper and rolled it down his dick. “Baby, we haven’t even gotten started.”

CHAPTER 24

Inside the hotel room, it felt cold as she huddled against Brett, his leg thrown over hers. No wonder…during the night they’d kicked the covers off. Cory bolted upright and reached for the sheet and blanket. She glanced over at Brett still sleeping. God, he was gorgeous awake or asleep. This version of him pulled at her heart. He slept with his arm underneath the pillow and his smooth chest and abs were the work of crazed master sculptor capturing the essence of male perfection. Whether DNA or luck, the execution was perfect. Studying Brett’s body freely, she sucked in a gulp of air, following the faint line of hair from his navel downward. Even after making love a half a dozen times, his cock hugged his abdomen. He seemed to come in two states: hard and titanium.

The clock said a little after seven and she didn’t remember him saying what time he needed to be at the stadium. Nor what his schedule was on game day.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, his voice coming out a rasp. Deep and sensuous, the way he’d sounded on each of their mornings after and her body responded with a million electrical tingles, jumping from nerve to nerve.

She laid back down in the crook of his arm and pulled the covers up over both of them. Running her palm across the contours of his chest, she was riveted by the hard forms created by his muscles. Swirling a painted fingernail around the brown disk of his nipple, she watched, mesmerized, as his nipple puckered and hardened into a tight peak. “What’s your schedule on game day?”

He quickly moved, pushing her back against the pillows and coming between her legs. “First thing,” he said, straightening his arms until his gorgeous muscles contracted, “is taking care of a little business.”

“Oh yeah? Do you need an accountant to be called in?” she teased.

“Nah. This is a one-man operation.” He grabbed a condom and tore the pack. “This is the last one.”

“I can always go on the pill,” she said.

He shifted his gaze to her face. “I’d love to fuck you without wearing one of these. Like last night. I want to fill you up until it runs out of you.”

“I’ll make an appointment with the doctor.”

“Let me know when. I can take you,” he said, pushing his cock against her entrance.

God, he knew just what to say and how to say it. She swallowed the emotions bubbling to the surface and bit down on her lip. “I’ll let you know when I get an appointment.”

Brett softly swore, over and over, as he drove himself into her. The effect had her coming undone, ready to splinter apart as her blood heated to boiling. She feared to let go of her self-control and tell him how much he meant to her and how confused she’d become. But with him on top of her, pressing her down, suddenly she felt it all made sense. Her world. His. All sensation became theirs together.

He moved, rolling his hips against her and making her forget everything but the way he wracked her body with pleasure. White-hot and electrical.

“Do you like this?” he asked, taking hold of her by the hips, driving himself into her, and then whispering in her ear, “Tell me.”

“So much,” she moaned. “Can’t you tell?”

Brett stopped moving, tensed; her heartbeat crashed in her chest. Staring down at her, he picked up her legs and placed her calves over his shoulders.

“I want to hear you say it.” Brett arched an eyebrow.

“Babe, you make me crazy. Only you.”

“Jesus. That’s what I feel. Watch how I fuck you.” He lowered his gaze and drove himself into in a power-fucking slam. Then again. His finger brushed over her clit and then she was there. Crying out his name, falling off the cliff, and free diving into a sea of sensation.

Intense and glowing, she moaned his name. “Brett.”

“That’s what I want to hear. My name on your lips as you come apart.”

He shuddered, then his body stalled, his muscles hardening under her fingertips. He arched upward, driving his cock so deep that she groaned.

“Cory. Love,” he whispered, spreading and lowering her legs. Brett fell over her, kissing her shoulder as she ran her hands over miles of hot, rippling skin down his back.

“Mine,” she whispered against his neck.

~~~

“I’m ready,” Cory said, standing by the bureau. She had her jacket and scarf flung over her arm along with a large bag of stuff to keep her occupied. Four hours until the start of the game and her stomach knotted.

“Stop fidgeting. There’s nothing to be nervous about.” He kissed her cheek. “First time you’ll see me play, I’m the one who should be nervous.” He softly laughed against her neck.

“I can’t wait. I’ve never been to a professional football game.”

“Never?”

“Ever,” she said, stepping through the hotel room doorway.

Brett was due to join his team downstairs in the hotel restaurant, but not before introducing her to Cassandra Jones, wife to Colin Jones, aka The Machine. She and Brett walked into the lobby.

“There they are,” Brett said, jutting his chin toward the couple ahead a few feet. The starting quarterback leaned over and kissed his wife fully on the lips.

“Colin,” she giggled. “We’re in public.”

“Don’t care.” He pretended to sound gruff, then turned and winked at them. “Brett, this is our day.”

“Cassandra and Colin, let me introduce my wife, Corinth McLemore,” he said, pressing his fingers along her back. Did the room just shrink? Cory steadied herself by holding on to the chair.

“Girlfriend,” she corrected him.

“Didn’t I say that?” he asked. She looked up at Brett and his arched brow.

“Close, but no cigar,” she smiled, and turned to the Joneses. “Hello.”

Brett squeezed her waist. “Baby, this is Cassandra and Colin Jones.”

Cory reached out and shook their hands. Over the week, she studied Brett’s team and knew a little bit about the players and the game. But in person, Cassandra and Colin were about as polar a couple as could exist between husband and wife, from the outside. Cassandra was a striking woman. Exotic and petite, quiet, and poised as she sat by the fireplace, while Colin resembled a blonde Viking warrior.

Cassandra smiled up at Cory as the guys left. “Have you eaten yet?”

“No. My stomach is a little jittery.” Cory lowered into the chair next to Cassandra.

Cassandra nodded. “Same. I can’t eat before a game. I’m too on edge.”

“Right. I told that to Brett and he thought it was funny.”

“Men. They think this is a party for the wives and
girlfriends
. I’m on pins and needles, ready to burst every time. It’s good to have someone to share the worry.”

Already she felt better just having Cassandra to ask questions of, and someone who understood the things she felt and feared.

A waiter with a full tray of mimosas came over. “Ladies, would you care for one?”

“You don’t have regular juice, do you?” Cory asked.

“Certainly. I’ll bring you one. Ma’am?” The waiter swung the tray in Cassandra’s direction.

“No. Maybe some ice. No juice,” she said.

“You and Colin look really happy together. How long have you been married?” Cory asked.

“This is our first year. And I’m pregnant. The reason for the ice chips. It’s the only thing I can keep down in the morning.”

“You all must be so excited. My sister-in-law and brother just had twins.”

Cassandra whispered, “Colin doesn’t know. I didn’t want to tell him and get his mind all jumbled up.”

Cory felt her lips round into a silent ‘O’ and she nodded. Cassandra filled her in on the game day schedule, assuring her their two hunks were playing from the coin toss. Starters were always on the field bright and early. Cory asked her question after question about football and what to expect as the time flew by. Deep laughter filled the sitting area and soon after Cory felt a set of fingers graze her cheek.

She looked up into Brett’s deep emerald eyes. “Hey. Enjoy breakfast?”

“Kinda. Excuse us,” Brett slid his hand over her arm and turned to Cassandra. “Are you following the bus?” he asked.

“Sure am.” Cassandra sat down on Colin’s lap.

“I’ll have Cory back in a couple of minutes,” Brett said, reaching for her jacket. He held it while she slipped her arms in the sleeves, then took her scarf and wrapped it around her neck in a loop.

“Where are we going?” Cory asked.

“Outside. Not far.” Brett picked up her hand, leading her to a walkway. “I wanted one last kiss.” He didn’t, though. Kiss her. Instead he lead her forward, silently, and then veered off the pavers onto the grass and over to a large sturdy oak tree. He leaned against it, the rough rippling bark at his back. He spread his knees open and drew her into the V-shape created.

“How was breakfast?” Cory asked, tracing his arms under his Devils’ fleece.

“Lonely. Without you.” He bent his head and kissed her forehead. Hooking his finger under her chin, he angled her face up to him. “I spoke to your father when we first met. Did he ever mention it?”

“No. Should he have?”

Brett shook his head. “It would have been fine either way. I didn’t know if he had is all.”

“My father is pretty closemouthed.”

“Typical rancher, I’d bet,” he murmured. “If we make it to the Super Bowl, do you think you’ll be able to come? It’s the first Sunday in February.”

“Nothing will stop me,” she said, bracketing his face with her hands. “Just try.”

He leaned in until their lips met in a sweet, chaste kiss. Brett ran his knuckles along her cheek. “I can get tickets for your family. If you think they’d enjoy the game.”

“Can you?” Cory asked elated. That would be a wonderful present. “For sure they’d come. Who wouldn’t?”

“Had to ask.” He stared at her, then closed his eyes. When he opened them, he inhaled. “We’d better get back. I bet the bus is already loading.”

Cory didn’t know why he seemed so sentimental, but this side of him pulled all her heartstrings. Maybe because his mom wasn’t here.

She tugged on his arm. “Hey, wait a sec. Do you think your mom would come?”

He stopped and shoved his hands down into his front pockets. “Don’t know. She used to come to all the games. Then the crowds got to her. I ask her every week.”

“I’ll offer to get her and Estella. One more person asking her can’t hurt.”

His eyes seemed backlit and he paused like he wanted to say something. He smiled and the effect lit up the space around them. “That would be special. She might cave if you ask,” he said, entwining his fingers with hers.

They walked back inside and found Cassandra enfolded in a bear hug from her husband. Colin lifted his wife a couple of inches off the floor, planting a firm kiss on Cassandra’s lips.

“Baby, bye!” Colin finally released his wife. “See ya later, Cory. Brett, let’s do this, man.”

Brett glanced down at her and it was all she could do to stay put without flinging her arms around him for one last hug. She squeezed his hand and whispered, “Good luck.”

He kissed her on the cheek, hugging her tightly. “Cassandra, thanks for watching out for Cory.”

“No problem.” Cassandra smiled, then blew a kiss to her husband. She and Cassandra watched the guys cross the lobby and exit. Cassandra gathered up her purse and said, “They’re both powerhouses. Time to go.”