Penetrate: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (Alpha Athletes) (6 page)

I
could hear
my phone buzzing. I didn’t bother to open my eyes while I stumbled to my feet searching for it.

“Ouch!”

“Oh shit.” I looked over my shoulder. I had forgotten about Sierra and she tumbled from the bed, half-wrapped in the sheet, while her bare legs flew in the air. She hit the floor with a thump. It was hard sleeping two people in a twin bed.

“Sorry. Shit. Sorry. Where’s my phone?”

I could hear it, but I couldn’t find it. The buzzing was like an annoying insect.

She knelt on the floor. “Here. Jeans pocket.”

She handed the cell to me, brushing the hair from her face. It was completely disheveled in that hot as hell I-was-fucked-properly-last-night way. I grinned remembering how sexy she was on her knees sucking my cock last night, until I looked at the name on my phone.

Shit. It was Eric. Complete buzz kill.

“Hey,” I answered quickly.

“We have a game time. Took the committee forever, but we have one.”

“Oh, really?” The blinds were drawn and I didn’t know if the rain had stopped.

“In order to fit in all of the matches from yesterday we have to get on the court early. I need you and Scott to be there in an hour.”

“An hour?” I was disoriented. Everything about last night was still lingering on me. I could still taste her. I could feel her on my skin. It was dark in Sierra’s room.

“It’s shitty, but you don’t get a full hour for warm ups. We have to make due with the time we have. The Italians are probably already there.”

I looked over my shoulder at Sierra. She had climbed back onto the bed and pulled the sheet to her chest. Why was she covering up those fucking amazing tits of hers?

“I don’t think they are,” I mumbled. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.

“How do you know that?” he asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. “Say it’s a fucking hunch, ok?”

“I’m going to call Scott next. Get your shit together and I’ll see you two there.”

“Got it.”

I hung up and tossed the phone on the end of the bed.

Sierra’s gaze was almost indescribable. What was it? Regret? Sadness? Remorse? I couldn’t tell.

“That was Eric. We have a game time,” I explained.

“Why hasn’t anyone called me?” Her voice sounded as if it were on auto-pilot. At that moment, her phone rang and she pulled it from her purse.

“Hello?” She listened as if it was the first time she was receiving the information. “Si, si.”

She hung up and spun to face me.

“I guess we better get ready to go,” she spoke softly. “That was Paulo.”

But I stood there, facing her. Not ready to move. Not ready for what happened between us to be something that was hidden on the sidelines. I didn’t know what I wanted. Only that one night wasn’t enough. Pretending it didn’t happen wasn’t ok with me.

I didn’t want to show up at the match and see her dressed in Italian green. I didn’t want her to help Sergio and Paulo when she should be on Team USA.

“Sierra …” I didn’t know how to start or finish what I was thinking or feeling.

“Neither one of us has much time.”

I saw her hair fall gently on her shoulders and I almost lost it. I wanted her. I wanted her to be mine.

“We aren’t going into that match today like this,” I tugged the sheet from her hands, until it fell from her body and landed at her feet.

“What do you mean?” She instantly planted her hands on her breasts, but I slid them to the side of her body, exposing her creamy skin.

I stared at her nipples, how they perked into hard tiny buds for me.

“What I mean is when I look over on the sideline, I want to know you’re mine. If you have to wear those damn colors and pull for another country, then at least you can be mine.”

“Ohh.” I heard her breath hitch. “At the very least,” she agreed.

I saw the recognition in her eyes.

God, she was fucking amazing.

“But …”

“Shh.” I pressed my thumb to her bottom lip, before pushing it into the warmth of her mouth.

She instinctively sucked, and my dick flinched in response.

“Ten minutes. That’s all,” I promised.

I wanted more than ten minutes. I wanted more than twenty. But there was a line between getting what I wanted and not letting my team down.

I cupped her breast with a squeeze. My hands coasted over her hips and made a straight line between her legs. She was already wet. I grinned, prying her folds apart. She whimpered at the contact, but stood still while I pumped a finger inside her.

Her head rocked back as her hips jutted forward. With a quick twist I maneuvered her toward the bed, planting her back on the mattress and spreading her knees wide. I didn’t waste any time rolling a condom over my shaft. I pushed the tip between her legs and heard her sigh as I slid inside her.

It was supposed to be fast and quick. I wanted to fuck her so she knew who owned her on that court today. That’s how it was supposed to go.

But with that sweet little sound from her lips I wanted to give her something else. Her eyes looked into mine and I knew something was different.

A quick fuck wasn’t supposed to feel like this. It wasn’t supposed to “feel” like anything.

I pulled out of her, rubbing my cock over her clit before sliding inside her again.

She moaned and I settled between her legs before I kissed her. Her tongue was sweet and did this cute little swirl thing that felt like sin on my dick last night.

I took my time, pushing inside her with a slow certain stroke that drew a whimper from those damn kissable lips. She bucked as I reached the point of intensity that sent her over the edge.

“Fuck, you feel amazing, Sierra,” I whispered. I withdrew again before fucking her again with another powerful gradual thrust until I was the one groaning. I’d never get over how she fit around my cock.

She squeezed and coaxed me back in.

I wanted her to know she was mine. This thing between us wasn’t going to be determined by anyone else. Not my past. Not by my coach. Not by my partner. Certainly not Team Italy. She was mine because this was what we wanted.

I held her hands over her head while I pumped in and out of her. Her breaths came together more quickly.

“Let me come, please.”

I grinned. I liked how she had adapted so quickly to what I liked in bed. She wanted to please me and in return I made sure she had more pleasure than any woman in the world.

“Oh yeah, baby.” I thrust inside her, feeling her muscles flutter and clench against my cock. Did she have any idea what she was doing to me? How she made me want something I’ve never wanted before?

She clamped harder on my dick and I knew she was lost. I pumped harder, wanting to come inside her, fill her with my mark, but I was wearing a damn condom so I pushed with all my strength. She was mine. Fucking mine.

I buried myself inside her tight entrance, hungry to take her somewhere she had never been.

“Fuck,” I roared out, while she screamed my name, clinging to my shoulders.

The sweat rolled from my chest and dripped onto her perky breasts. I kissed the tip of her nose, knowing I may have just used up every last bit of energy I had for today’s match fucking the most perfect woman I’d ever had in bed.

And that thought scared the complete shit out of me.

* * *

I
toweled
off after a rushed shower. I didn’t know if another woman had ever driven me as wild as Sierra had. My cock had never reacted to a woman like her.
Fuck
. What did I get myself into?

“Pierce? Hey, I need to get in there too.” She knocked on the door.

I unlocked the handle.

“Sorry.”

Her eyes dropped to my naked waist.

“So basically you are always naked,” she joked.

I felt the twitch in my cock. I wasn’t thinking about ending the set with the Italians. I was thinking about Sierra dropping to her knees and sucking me off. And this time I would finish. Hard and fully satisfied while she took every last drop I gave her.
Fuck
.

“With you, yes.” I winked.

God, that’s exactly what I wanted. I wanted to spend more time with her in this room. In my room. I didn’t care where. I wanted to kiss her and fuck her until we were dying to get room service and water.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea if we’re seen arriving together,” she mentioned as she reached around me for her toothbrush.

“Hadn’t thought about it.”

“Well, I don’t want to cause any problems between the teams. I think it’s better this way.”

“Is that why you looked that way this morning?”

“I didn’t look any way this morning.” She stuck the toothbrush in her mouth and pretended to ignore me while she brushed her teeth.

“Yeah, you did. I saw it. You were sad. Your eyes or something. I thought you had second thoughts about last night.”

Her eyes lifted to mine in the mirror and she shook her head.

“I don’t regret that.” It was garbled, but I made out enough of the words to put the sentence together.

“Good.”

My gut told me I was glad. I didn’t want her to take it back. I sure as hell didn’t want to, but I didn’t know what this new feeling was. She had knocked me to my knees when I wasn’t looking. I was in a place I didn’t know how to navigate.

She spat into the sink and rinsed her mouth. “But I don’t know what to do now.” Her hands flattened against my chest. “That’s what you saw. Complete and utter confusion.”

This was the part where I usually walked out. I grabbed my keys and bolted for the door. But for some reason I didn’t budge.

“See me tonight.” My voice was cool and certain.

“What?” She looked more confused than ever. “You have a double header.”

“I don’t give a shit about the matches right now. Tell me I can see you tonight.”

I snaked an arm around her waist, pinning her to my chest. I could almost hear her heart beat.

She nodded. “Yes.”

I gave her a quick spank on the ass and kissed her before I walked out. “See you on the beach, baby.”

I
could do this
. I could totally do this. I could walk into work and act as if I hadn’t been fucked in the most amazing way in my life. Fucked by a rival teammate who also happened to be an American, and coached by my brother’s best friend. I could totally do it.

“Bella.” I flinched as soon as I heard Paulo’s voice behind me.

I spun around almost whacking him with my equipment bag in the narrow corridor under the arena. There should be more lights under here.

“You ok, bella?” he asked.

“Oh yeah. Great. How are you? How is the calf this morning?” I knew I was chattering about as if I were afraid Paulo was going to read every detail about last night on my forehead.

He never noticed anything. I was being ridiculous.

“It needs your fingers.” He raised his eyebrows.

I rolled my eyes. “All right. But it’s going to have to be quick. You have to get on the court.” He followed me to the bench on the sidelines of the beach.

Today the sun was bright and hot. There wasn’t a trace of yesterday’s storm other than the soggy sand. Everyone rushed around to set up for the first match. They had to squeeze in all the matches that were canceled from yesterday in order to keep the tournament on schedule.

I made Paulo sit so I could start his calf stretches.

“Did you hydrate last night after dinner?” I asked.

“Of course, bella.” He looked over toward the stands and waved at a group of girls who started taking pictures of him.

I knew the volleyball players were as popular as the swimmers and soccer stars. They had their own set of groupies who followed them all over the city. Paulo and Sergio were basically rock stars in Italy.

I pushed on his heel, forcing his calf to elongate. “Any better?” I asked.

“I think so.” He wiggled his toes. “Grazie.”

“No problem.” I stood from the sand when Pierce walked onto the court.

My eyes couldn’t move. My body froze. I felt the same heat and the intensity in one stare that I had felt in his lips less than an hour ago. Holy hell, what was I going to do? I wanted to drop Paulo’s stupid bag and run to the American side. I wanted to throw my arms around him. I wanted to tell everyone here that last night I had become a new woman. I had become Pierce Miller’s one and only.

And then the sinking pit of disgust hit me when his gaze warned me not to move. I couldn’t do any of those things. I couldn’t touch him. I couldn’t check his knee before he played. I couldn’t kiss him and feel that wicked tongue of his.

And damn it. I couldn’t cheer for him.

He pulled his sunglasses over his eyes and turned to Scott. I thought I spotted Reyna in the crowd in one of the lower rows, hovering on the US side. She was waving an American flag wildly.

That’s where I wanted to be. After one night I was ready to change camps so eagerly. I was ready to abandon my team and six months of work.

I had to get a grip.

“Thought I’d come say hi.”

I looked up. It was Eric.

“Why?” I pretended to look over the gym availability schedule for the guys.

“Sierra, I’m sorry about what happened with your interview. I thought we could put it behind us.” He chuckled.

He had no idea what he was talking about. Because of him I had moved to another country, and now worked for a bunch of jesters. No one took me seriously on the Italian team, and I was homesick as hell.

“Did my brother make you say that?”

“No, but it’s going to be really awkward at Christmas dinner if you’re holding a grudge.” He shoved his hands in his pockets.

“I live in Italy now, Eric. I don’t know that I’ll make it home for the holidays. But go ahead, have a great time with my family.”

I was sure my parents would help pay for my ticket home in December, but he didn’t need to know that. He needed to feel guilty for not hiring me. We both knew I was an exceptionally better trainer than that Larry character. He could barely bend over. Eric had changed the course of my life and I still didn’t know why.

“Sierra, I wish you would stop being so pissed,” he pleaded. “I-I did it for your own good.”

I could see Sergio from the corner of my eye posing for pictures. He wasn’t even trying to warm up.

“And how was that? You thought I needed an international experience? You thought it would be good for me to broaden my cultural education? What exactly was it that I did to make you turn me down for a job that we both know I was more than qualified for? I had to be your best applicant. I’m a hell of a lot better than that guy.” I pointed with rage to Larry who was rearranging sports drinks for the guys.

Eric gritted his teeth. “It wasn’t you. It was Pierce Miller. I promised your brother I wouldn’t let him anywhere near you.”

My throat clamped shut. My eyes started to water. My hands balled into clenched fists.

“What?”

“Trust me. I was looking out for your best interests. I’m sorry you got hurt, but I swear, Michael and I talked about it and Pierce’s a dick. We didn’t want you getting screwed over.”

The referee blew the whistle.

Eric backed up. “I’ve got to get in the stands. We can talk later.”

I wanted to scream. “Yeah, we’ll talk.”

I took my seat behind the Italian bench and waited for the set to start.

I had words for Eric. I had words for my brother. And none of them were something a nice girl from Four Corners would say.