The Baller's Baby (7 page)

Unable to resist the need that clawed at her, Stacey lifted her hips, allowing Cole's fingers to slip past the restraint of her clothes. He found her entrance easily and with one deep thrust, pushed her high toward that peak. Backing off he let her come down graciously before he slammed into her again, her gasps like the sweetest music to his ears. “That's it love, take me into you.”

“Cole I...” Stacey breathed as Cole's rhythm drove her ruthlessly on, giving no room for thought, let alone retreat. “Oh, god. Cole....holy, ugh...Cole. Son-of-a...holy shit.”

“That's it, sweetheart. Ride that wave, baby.”

Stacey came hard against Cole's seeking fingers, gripping the steering wheel so tight that her brown knuckles turned white from the pressure. All too soon, the space that had seemed so full just a minute before, now felt empty. Already it seemed she missed his presence. Still half an hour from home, Stacey's body ached for him. “Are you out of your mind?”

“Not clinically, at least I don't think so.”

“I'm serious,” Stacey continued as if Cole hadn't spoken. “I could have driven us into a ditch the way you made me feel.”

“Do you regret it?” Cole asked, a smile already playing over his gorgeous face. “Because, by the way your body's reacting, I seriously doubt you'd take it all back.”

“Hell no, I don't regret it,” Stacey chuckled. “Do guys just know how to drive a woman half mad like that?”

“Um no, at least I didn't. It took practice and time,” Cole admitted, an unaccustomed blush staining his cheeks. “Sorry, if that makes you uncomfortable.”

“If you don't blame me for my past,” Stacey said, planting a hand on his well muscled thigh. “How can I hold yours against you?”

“I want you,” Cole said plainly. “I know it might seem crazy, but touching you, being with you is all I can seem to think about.”

“It's understandable,” Stacey offered, wondering why she had a sudden lapse of judgment earlier. “I've never been with anyone before and it's been a while for you. Not to mention, we genuinely like each other. I'm pretty sure that's how things like this start.”

“Okay, Dr. Phil,” Cole teased.

“I wish I was as rich as he is.”

“Nah, then you'd be a bald white guy.”

“Touche`, Winslow,” Stacey laughed. “So where do you want to grab dinner.”

“I say we skip dinner, make love, grab a quick sandwich at home and speed to get to practice on time.”

“God, I really like you,” Stacey admitted. “Truly, I do, but you need fuel for practice.”

“Being with you is all the fuel I need, baby.”

“Oh you're very good,” Stacey said, moaning when his hand pressed against her sex again. “Cole we can't in good conscience have sex and send you to practice on an empty stomach.”

“We can have sex and send me to practice on a half empty stomach.”

“Or...”

“I know. We could eat dinner, take me to practice and screw each other's brains out afterward.”

“Mm. Now that sounds like a very, very nice plan, lover boy.” Stacey was doing her own grope fest, when she reached to cup Cole's hardened packaged.  His groan nearly undid her resolve, except Stacey knew that a little time to prepare would only sweeten their time together.

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Cole and Stacey ate light, opting for turkey wraps from Cole's favorite sub shop. He treated her to an ice cream cone and dropped her off at her house with plans to meet her there after practice. “I shouldn't be more than a couple hours, unless practice runs over.”

“Alright. I'll wait here for you,” Stacey told him and smiled, offering Cole just a taste of her lips. “Now go show those boys what my man's made of.”

Cole smiled when Stacey turned to go inside. He couldn't resist popping her gorgeously round bottom, eliciting a yelp that made him laugh. Letting her go Cole headed for his car, starting the engine and pulling out onto the road that would lead him to the Bixby Center. He made it with ten minutes to spare. Just enough time to change into his practice gear. “Cutting it close huh, Winslow?” Rick Bates, the Rockets' center, asked.

“You have no idea, buddy.” Cole smiled.

“Uh oh,” Rick teased. “I think Cole's got love lights on.”

“Shut it, Bates,” Cole shot back, his eyes bordering on serious.

“Okay,” Rick smiled, his hands held up in mock surrender. “Okay.”

Cole worked hard during practice. They ran a scrimmage style match for nearly two hours, working on fundamentals, as well as, the plays they'd use the following night against the Bronson Legends. Cole spent an extra twenty minutes after practice to work on dribbling exercises. “Someone must have gotten into that head of yours.”

“You could say that,” Cole replied, grunting as he dribbled a figure eight. Never good at that particular pattern, he strained to get the ball around without losing the dribble.

“Well good. Whoever it is, make sure she's here tomorrow night.”

“She will be,” Cole assured him with another grunt and a smile. He did two more figure eights, shot free throws for two minutes and three pointers for two more before heading into the locker room. He showered off the salty sweat that coated his skin and hair, hoping like everything that Stacey was more than ready for him. The way he was feeling right now, he'd be busy half the night showing her just how she affected him.

He drove on autopilot, barely keeping his speed at the legal limit. He slammed his car into park and was up the porch steps in two leaping bounds. He entered the door to find all the lights in the house off as night fell fast around the city. She'd lit candles, dozens of them.
Where the hell had she gotten so many?
Cole wondered. He followed a trail of clothes up the stairs, finding his anticipation building as he worked his way around the landing, going from outerwear to underwear. He saw the pink lace panties he'd touched earlier that day sitting on the step just before the top landing. When he looked up, Cole saw her standing in the doorway of her room looking as if someone had sculpted her just for him. Her brown skin glowed lusciously against the bright white of her bra and panties set. He had no idea what you called the sheer cover she wore, but it was definitely working for him. Cole's body was primed and hard as he took large strides, reaching Stacey in three easy steps.

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“H-” Stacey didn't get past the first syllable before Cole's mouth closed hungrily over hers. She gave surrender as a gift and her heart simply followed, falling haphazardly at Cole's feet. His hands came around her waist, hitching her up so that those slender thighs could clamp around his narrow hips. He walked her backwards, laying her gently down on her four-poster bed. Stacey reached for him as he straddled her, pinning her legs tight with his powerful thighs. Stripping his shirt off, Cole gave her the pleasure of his flesh under her hands as they ran up and over the hard muscles of his chest. Coming down to her Cole took her mouth again, plunging them both into the heat, devouring every thought but for the carnal nature of their passion. Rolling over, Stacey unhitched his jeans, smiling as Cole's erection came free from the hold of his pants. Using quick and agile hands, Stacey freed him from his boxers as well, moving lower so that her warm lips were a whisper away from tasting him.

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Cole watched her eagerly, his body already on high alert as those beautiful lips waited for just the right moment.
She was curious
, Cole thought as he watched her. Eager to understand everything that turned him on.
How could she know the effect that waiting, just that breath away from his cock, was doing to him. Could she possibly know the animal ruthlessness with which he wanted to take her?
Then, as if in slow motion, her wet tongue flicked out, touching the bottom of his tip, spiraling sensation straight to his loins. An ache like none other knifed through his body, making his eyes close as the chains of control snapped tight. His hands found the wiry mass of black hair on her head, kneading her scalp gently despite the desire she fueled with her avid mouth. Her tongue swam around the girth of his erection, eliciting a moan of pleasure that was a completely male showing of pleasure. Unable to stand anymore foreplay, Cole reached down, pulling Stacey up. “I need you.”

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The harshness in his voice sent a chill of intense hunger through Stacey's already humming system. Ripe and more than ready for him, Stacey didn't have words to describe the way it felt to have Cole's hard, ready erection against her. Still wearing the light cotton panties, the white a stunning, sexually charged contrast to her dark skin, Stacey felt the resistance against her body as Cole pressed against her entrance, over and over again. “Cole...”

“I want you weak from wanting me.”

How did you show the man you loved just how much you wanted him? Stacey wondered, drawing on the very little knowledge she had in the area of bedded bliss. Hadn't she been doing just that merely a minute ago? Arching her smooth back, Stacey reached for Cole's hands, drawing them slowly up her rib cage until they cupped her peaked breasts. Eyes closed to absorb every sensation, Stacey heard the ripping of cotton and felt her breasts fall heavily into Cole's large hands as he simply decimated the fabric of her bra. Moving as if she swam in the ocean, Stacey felt the wetness of Cole's warm tongue just before his lips took one tight nipple between them. Her body spiked with pleasure Stacey gasped, her body so taught, so ready. Reaching down, she tore the light cloth of her panties herself, unable to give voice to the massive need inside her. Drowned in love, Stacey took Cole's length into her in one passionately violent thrust. Both lovers moaned out their pleasure as their stimulated bodies finally joined in a union that destroyed any and everything that had come before.

Flipping her over Cole drove into her, watching as her whole body absorbed the heat of their passion. “Ugh,” Stacey moaned in delight, reaching over her head to grasp anything that would ground her as Cole propelled them both toward oblivion. His mouth was on her again, suckling her breast like a starving babe. The exquisite pain that gave such a heady punch to pleasure. She felt her hips being lifted, before the knife of arousal pierced her again, Cole's cock sliding into her, driving her relentlessly toward their peak. Stacey was ineffective in stopping Cole's passion. Nor could she seem to steer it or even slow it down. Her lover, the man she'd now given all of herself to, was hell bent on bringing her an orgasm to outdo all others. She wondered fleetingly if they'd survive this all consuming union. Before she could be sure of anything, Cole plunged into her, over and over again, with a rhythm that knew only the release of climax. Stacey fell over the cliff, unable to do anything except feel as she pulled Cole with her into the sweet abyss of completion.

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Cole strained to hold his spent body up, unwilling to crush Stacey beneath his weight. When she reached around his shoulders and tugged, he simply lost the fight and lay on top of her. When her smiling mouth found the hot flesh of his neck, Cole knew a sweetness he'd never known with anyone before her. He was so used to women who screwed for the equal release he strove for, that finding a woman who sought his pleasure, as much if not more than his own, truly astonished him. He was sorry to say that it worried him a little too. What did she hide behind all that sugary sweet attitude? Disgusted by his thought process, Cole turned his face into Stacey's neck and nuzzled her. “I've never known anyone like you.”

“You mean you've never known a woman?” Stacey teased, until she got a good look at his face. Fierce blue eyes stared down at her from a face that could have rivaled the sculpture of David. Strong lines and beautiful features, Stacey knew in her heart that she'd found a man she could be herself with. She didn't feel the need to be anyone else and that, especially for her, was a rare feeling. Knowing Cole was a blessing.

“Not like you, I haven't,” Cole admitted, finally rolling over. Finally on his back, Cole took three deep breaths, if only to try and clear the fog from his brain. He gave no quarter to the thoughts that pained his heart. “How do you do the sweetness?”

“What?” Stacey asked, slightly confused.

“I just...I don't get how a woman like you turns into this gushy pile of unbelievable sweetness.”

“So you think because I'm educated I should just be a raving black bitch?” Stacey asked, her eyes telling Cole to choose his words carefully.

“No, I just...I'm not accustomed to women who give all of themselves like you do. Women, the women I've known before you, always had an agenda. They always needed something from me, something for which they were glad to share their bodies for a few lusty hours,” Cole tried miserably to explain. “It's hard for me to trust that you aren't hiding something, holding something back.”

Understanding now, the incredible hurt he'd subjected himself to, Stacey felt the heart that had just fallen at his feet, squeeze tight in her chest all over again. “When I was little, just after we lost our home, I asked my dad if we'd ever go home again. He told me that home is where the heart is. At the time I had no idea what he meant. I'm not sure I did even a week ago, but I do now, thanks to you.”