Sacking the Quarterback (5 page)

No wonder Lutz had caught her so
often! He had a prime view of his backyard and could see the end of
the trail that led back to her house. Taylor noticed the half-done
crossword puzzle sitting on the table and could almost feel the old
man sitting there, drinking coffee and waiting for the neighbor
brat so he could run her off. A smile came to her lips. Even with
him chasing after her, she sensed Mr. Lutz hadn’t really been mad
with her. She caught too many of his snickers and half-smiles as
she’d run away.

The ghosts of this house hadn’t let it
go quite yet. Rhett might own the deed, but until he truly took
ownership, this was still Mr. Lutz’s house. The house creaked
around them as a strong gust of air hit the glass—talking to her.
Even the house appeared to think she was right.

She felt so at home here, for some
reason. A cold night, with a near empty house, on the arm of her
teenaged crush of all people—yet she felt like she was exactly
where she was supposed to be.

Rhett sat down beside her and pulled
her close, his body heat warming her up. “So what do you think?” he
asked.

About what?
She wasn’t sure how to answer that loaded
question. Taylor decided to go with the easy way out. “I think the
house has a lot of potential, and I hope you have fun restoring it
to its former glory.”

“
Yeah,” he said. “I love
this old place and can’t wait to get it spruced up. I’m glad I
brought you up here. It’s nice to see someone appreciate this place
for what it is.”

Rhett turned to look at her, the
moonlight illuminating his face. His pale blue eyes twinkled and
reflected the light back to her. He was so handsome and he was
here, with her. How many times had she wished for a moment like
this a decade ago when she was young and dumb? Tonight was more
than likely a big mistake, but she knew she’d make it anyway.
People needed something to regret when they were old and
gray.

She rested her head against his
shoulder and felt the familiar beating of her heart. It was about
the same tempo it had been that night on the beach as she’d worked
up the courage to go talk to him. Taylor had failed miserably that
night, so she sure hoped she found her gumption in a big way
tonight.

Taking a deep breath, she twisted her
head and pressed her lips to his, not waiting for an invitation.
His lips parted in surprise, but he soon joined her, his tongue
parrying with hers. Rhett slowly took possession of her mouth,
taking ownership of the kiss and pushing it deeper, harder, faster.
He ravaged her mouth, his soul-searing kisses taking everything she
had and only demanding more.

He lit a fire deep within her, his
searching fingers caressing every inch of her through her clothing.
Taylor’s nipples were so hard they ached, her clit throbbed with
each heavy beat of her heart. Her lungs were burning—she could
barely breathe but refused to stop kissing him. He tasted of the
old stout she’d served him earlier, dark and strong, just like the
man kissing her.

When his hands slipped under her
shorts to caress her ass, she let out a cry of delight. They were
frenzied in their passion. She’d been pushed past her limits of
control, and her mind had shut down. The only thing she needed was
release.

It had been too long since she’d had a
lover. Her skin screamed to be touched.

She was suddenly under him, his large
body pinning her to the little couch. Rhett nudged his legs between
hers, his hard cock rubbing roughly against her core through the
layers of clothing they wore.

Rhett tugged at her pants, or his
pants, rather, and her shorts. He pulled them down to her knees and
lifted her legs, baring her pussy. Without pause, he dove between
her legs, his mouth greedy on her wet folds. Her back arched in the
darkened room, the moon heavy and pregnant in the sky overhead.
Biting her lip to hold back her orgasm, she screwed her eyes tight,
needing the moment to last longer.

She’d waited so long to have him, and
the night was moving too fast. She couldn’t stop it, wouldn’t stop
it. They were making a beautiful mistake together, a mistake she’d
wanted to make. One word, one pause, and the magic would fade away
and the moment would be ruined. Taylor had to have him. She had to
have him now.

Rhett pressed two fingers in her pussy
as his tongue circled her clit, making her scream out in delight.
When he began pumping in and out of her entrance, she writhed
against his straining fingers, lost in the throes of what her body
was experiencing.

Taylor was on the cusp, no longer able
to hold back the tide. She opened her mouth as the wave crashed
into her. Her body erupted, the nerve endings sizzling as she
screamed his name, her hips pumping against his strong hand and
tongue. Rhett continued to prod her along, demanding more from her.
The orgasm went on for long moments, only growing stronger with
each spasm of her pussy around his fingers.

Finally it crested and passed, her
breath stolen with it. Her lungs were on fire, as was her throat,
from the cries of passion that had erupted from her
lips.

“
I love a woman who lets me
know how much she likes what I do,” he said quietly as he brushed a
few strands of her hair away. “Keep telling me, sugar. Be as loud
as you wanna be.”

A little embarrassment flooded her as
she wondered if she was too loud, but he’d seemed to like it, so
she decided not to care. He’d made her come like she’d never come
before, and that was all that mattered—having one wild, magical
night with the man she’d fantasized about for much too
long.

Rhett stood and stuck a hand into his
pocket, coming out with a foil wrapper. Glad he’d had the
forethought to come protected, she watched as he unzipped his pants
and drew his thick cock out. He was so long and thick, she had a
moment of doubt. In a matter of moments, he was covered and ready
for her, and there wasn’t any time for reservations. He pushed her
legs up and over one of his massive arms, nearly bending her in
half.

Taylor’s pants and shorts, along with
her panties, had fallen around her ankles in all the motion of him
eating her pussy. He didn’t even waste a moment to pull them off,
only knelt on the couch and angled his big cock to her
entrance.

He surged in, more than she’d
expected. Even after his play, she was still tight. It had been too
long since she’d been with anyone. Rhett seemed to notice and
slowed his thrusts, pushing in an inch at time until he’d filled
her with his thick shaft. She’d never had a man as large as him,
and the feeling over being so stretched was overwhelming to say the
least.

“
You alright?” he asked
before lowering a kiss to her lips.

“
Yeah,” she whispered
back.

Rhett slipped behind her on the couch,
his front to her back. Impaled on this thick cock, she could feel
every inch of him inside her. He held her tight as she hovered on
the edge of the furniture and began to pump his hips while gripping
her.

She was in for a wild ride. He took
her roughly as he kissed her throat. She’d known it was one night,
just one night, but she’d hoped for a little more romance than
this. Taylor wasn’t under any false illusions this was forever. She
shoved the thoughts to the back of her head and took his rough
thrusts, meeting each and every one.

A wild night. A furious fucking.
That’s all it was.

Rhett had made her scream his name
once already with his talented lips on her pussy, and she was
already sensing another orgasm building within her. That’s what
she’d wanted—to see how hard he could make her come.

This was raw.

Carnal.

He was a beast, savaging her with his
massive cock. Cream coated her thighs, each pummel of his cock
spreading more of her honey over her folds to ease his
passage.

She shivered, every nerve in her body
alive. He thrust into her, their bodies slapping hard against each
other with his rapid pace. The sound of it echoed within the
sunroom. The windows fogged from the heat they were producing.
Sweat beaded on her forehead, despite the coolness. She was on
fire, no matter the temperature.

Taylor trembled in his arms as her
orgasm grew nearer. His fingers found her clit and worked it in
time to the forceful drives of his cock. His body was as tight as
hers, and she wondered if he approached the edge as well. He drove
her closer and closer, his lips leaving burning trails up her
shoulder and neck as his thumb drew circles on her throbbing
nub.

White light burned behind her lids as
her second orgasm came crashing over her. She opened her mouth, a
scream renting the air as the force of her release pushed it from
her throat. A taut bow, her body shattered as she came.

Rhett stiffened behind her, crying out
as he flooded the condom, the heat of his cum warming the inside of
her channel. His fingers bit into her skin as his body jerked each
time his cock erupted inside her. She could feel his shaft pulse
each time against the fluttering of her own sex, which only
prolonged her release.

Taylor finally came down off the high
she felt and Rhett stopped moving within her. They lay there for
long moments, catching their breath. She could feel the rapid beat
of his heart against her back. It only mirrored the frenzied pulse
of her own. They slowed together as the sweat on her body cooled
and began to chill across her skin.

Rhett eased from her pussy, kissing
her throat and shoulder. Once he pulled clear, he lifted them both
to a seated position and slipped from below her. He exited the room
for a moment, pulling the condom from his shaft. Taylor lifted her
panties and shorts back into place, her pussy sweetly sore from the
abuse. Her walls still quaked some, the remnants from the two
orgasms making her limbs rubbery and her lids want to lower. As he
walked back into the sunroom, his pants closed up and his cock
hidden, she was pulling up his running pants to warm her
legs.

She felt a little self-conscious.
Taylor wasn’t in the habit of random sex acts with near strangers.
Okay, maybe he wasn’t exactly a stranger, but he’d been gone so
long, she really didn’t know him anymore. Not that she had been
close to him in the first place.

Rhett crashed on the other end of the
couch and lounged, lifting his feet to rest on the small coffee
table. Without a word, he drew her into his arms and nestled her in
the crook of his arm. It wasn’t exactly the romance she’d asked
for, but at least he wasn’t kicking her out the front door two
seconds after fucking her.

But then, how long was long enough?
When should she ask to escape his presence and have him take her
back to her car? She nestled into him, waiting for what felt like
the right moment. Her eyelids drooped, his warmth leeching into
her.

Chapter Four

Rhett opened his eyes and saw the
first light of daybreak coming up over the woods. He hadn’t even
remembered falling asleep. He started to stretch, but realized he
wasn’t alone. Looking down, there was a woman curled into his side,
almost in his lap.

Taylor.

They must have fallen asleep after
their fast and furious fucking on the little couch. My God, he
hadn’t meant for it to happen, but he’d been at the ends of his
control when she’d reached up and kissed him. Once she’d lit the
match, the fire ignited and there was no looking back. He’d been a
teenager again, fumbling and bumbling, and rushing to release. At
least he’d had the presence of mind to make sure she’d come a
couple of times before losing it. He had no idea where the
controlled lover he’d become had went last night, but she’d
deserved better.

He stared down at her sleeping face,
amazed at how beautiful a woman she’d become. It wasn’t a surprise.
He’d known ten years ago she’d be gorgeous, as she was a pretty
girl. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected he’d want her
with a need he couldn’t contain. She was Jennings’ little sister,
and he was just coming off a bad divorce. Taylor couldn’t be his
rebound and he didn’t want to ruin a friendship, but it was too
late to worry about all those things. He’d thought with his dick
instead of his brain, but then that was his usual operating
procedure. It’s what led him to divorce in the first
place.

Taylor was much too good a
woman to be a quick roll in the hay. She was spunky, sharp-witted,
and strong, all the things he loved in a woman. Being from his
hometown, she shared his values. She still saw the worth in this
old house whereas his ex would’ve wanted to tear it to the ground
and build something new and grand instead of restoring it to
its former glory
, as
Taylor had put it.

Taylor was pursuing her degree instead
of pursuing a man. There was something very sexy about that. An
independent, educated, sexy woman—she was completely his type. The
type of woman he should’ve looked for outside of Dixon.

Right now, he couldn’t have a type at
all.

Not when he’d just came back here to
get his head on straight. He didn’t want to carry all his baggage
into a new relationship, but the thought of Taylor walking away
from him made his chest ache.