The Baller's Baby (10 page)

“I think we're good,” Stacey laughed. They ate in relative silence, simply enjoying each other's company. Cole couldn't quite get over how beautiful she was. She'd taken care of her appearance today in a way that affected him in a completely new way. She was, by nature, a beautiful woman. Today, however, she simply glowed. Her makeup was light, accenting her doe-like eyes so that Cole could barely look away from her.

“You ready to blow this Popsicle stand?” Cole asked.

“I am if you are.”

“Good. I'll follow you home, if that's where you're headed,” Cole said, holding the door for her. When he stepped outside she hadn't moved. When she turned around there was a mischievous smile on her face.

“That sounds wonderful.” Stacey planted a laughing kiss on Cole's waiting and hungry lips. The kiss punched through both of them.

“Screw it, I'll get my car later.”

“What about practice?”

“There's time,” was all Cole said as he tucked Stacey into the passenger side of her car. He took the keys she offered him and put them in the ignition, starting the Miata and screeching the tires as he pulled out of the restaurant. He didn't say anything as he put the car in park, walking around and helping Stacey out of her side. One easy movement and Stacey found herself in the air, Cole's strong arms comfortably supporting her.

“Put me down, Cole,” Stacey admonished, feeling like a complete idiot.

“Not a chance, babe,” Cole replied, working the lock and finally opening her front door. Careful not to knock her head against the door, Cole worked to get them both past the threshold.

“You know grooms are supposed to do that for their bride's, right?” Stacey said and laughed heartily when Cole's blue eyes snapped to hers. “Oh, boy are you gun shy.”

“I'm not gun shy,” Cole argued. “I'm just not sure I'm ready to talk about happily ever after.”

“Are you ready to talk about upstairs, now?” Stacey asked, her brown eyes twinkling with laughter and a hunger that matched his own.

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Stacey finally knew that soul searing kiss that knocked all the wind out of your lungs so that your lover could almost literally breathe into you. The gut wrenching power lovers gave and equally took as bodies melded together. Knowing herself well, she'd never questioned what she and Cole had, what they shared. Now, being sure of herself and him, she gave herself fully to the experience, wanting nothing but pure, unadulterated ecstasy for both of them. If that was all she could leave behind with him, Stacey knew it'd be enough to sustain him until she came home.

“Kiss me again,” Stacey whispered as Cole finally let her feet touch the ground. His lips were tender, moving over hers with languid succulence, as if to savor every moment, to turn every breath into a memory, so that he wouldn't starve for her presence while she was away.

Stacey wanted to rush, to press her body hard, hungrily against him. To take and be taken in a tangle of limbs and libidos until neither of them could move. Every time she tried, Cole would slow down, tasting her lips as if they were morsels of the most decadent chocolate. “Cole.”

“Hmm?”

“You're driving me crazy,” Stacey said, pulling back. Her brown eyes were so full of hunger that Cole had to fight not to smile. Oh she thought she was so clever, had it all worked out in that brilliant brain of hers just how it'd be. She had no idea what she was doing with a man like him. Cole was focused and intense when he wanted to be, carefree and loveable as well. He'd found that loving her had added a layer to everything in his life. Before her living life was just something he did, like breathing. Now, with her, everything had meaning. She, simply by being, gave him the
want
to be better than he was. A want he'd never known was missing until she arrived.

“Am I not supposed to drive you crazy?” Cole asked, unable to completely keep the laughter from his voice.

“Shut up and kiss me.”

                                                                      ***

“Yes ma'am,” Cole said, finally giving in to the need. The kiss was deep, plundering for everything she'd give. Cole pressed her against the wall of the landing, trapping her body between him and the solid surface at her back. When she reached for him he pinned her arms, slowly teasing the nerves along the tender flesh of her arms. Running along the contour of her body, Cole cupped her breast, squeezing until she gasped. Resisting her was impossible, the way her body responded to his touch. He ran a thumb over her nipple as it peaked, arousing her. Her leg hugged his thigh as she brought it up to him, letting him run a large hand along the length of her leg until he could cup her bottom. A small jump had her legs wrapping around his narrow hips.

“You're so gorgeous,” Cole whispered. Turning, Cole carried Stacey the rest of the way up the stairs, easily maneuvering to her bedroom. Afternoon sunlight streamed in through light curtains so that her beautiful skin was bathed in the light. Placing a knee on the bed, Cole allowed the momentum of her body to bring them both down, but when he tried to undo his shirt, Stacey stopped him.

“Let me,” she said, sitting up and pushing him back. The buttons came easily as Stacey worked, focused, intent. Cole worked his fingers into her hair, gently tugging the long locks she'd straightened before their lunch date. When the last button gave, Cole shrugged out of her dress shirt, catching the sigh that escaped Stacey's lips as her hands ran across his stomach. The muscles under his tank quivered as she lifted it to, pressing soft lips against his skin.

“My turn,” Cole said, his blue eyes smoldering as his hands found the hem of Stacey's sweater. It came off easily as Cole's hands hugged the lines of her body. He pressed his lips to her stomach, following her ribs up until he found the light blue pastel of her lacy bra. Deciding it needed to go as well; Cole simply lifted it over her head, ignoring the clasp all together. Cole's mouth found hers and as their tongues danced in perfect rhythm, Cole's hands played her body like a perfectly tuned instrument. Gentle hands molded wonderful breasts, until her moans became Stacey's only form of verbal communication.

Cole found her neck, running a warm, wet tongue along her flesh as he worked down her body. He trailed her collarbone as his hands slid down to her jeans. When that wet tongue found her nipple Stacey arched against him, her primal response to gorge herself on everything he offered, demanding more as she went.

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Stacey knew that unlike the other times, when Cole had been tender, understanding of her inexperience; this time he meant to take her. She would be more captive than student. Before, their first times together had been for education. This, this was for survival. The gentle pull of his mouth against her taught nipple made the ache between Stacey's thighs pulse until release seemed more like a sensual sort of torture than a longed for pleasure. Would this time be her complete undoing? Would there be anything of Stacey left after this? Still, even if the answer was
no
, she'd just as soon condemn herself than never truly know.

Eager, Stacey pulled at Cole's shorts, yanking until the satisfying sound of tearing fabric met her ears. Amazed, Stacey looked at him now. Before, she'd felt him, enjoyed touching him. This time she wanted to look, to know what touching him did to his body. When his obvious erection seemed to bounce, Stacey drew her hand back with a squeal. When Cole chuckled, she felt braver. This time, even when it moved, Stacey didn't flinch. Wrapping a hand firmly, but gently around the fullness of him, Stacey tried something that always devastated her will. Flicking her tongue out, Stacey slid over the tip of Cole's cock, noticing how his entire body tensed. Trying it again, Stacey smiled. So Cole Winslow wasn't an unaffected by her as he tried to pretend. Confident now, Stacey slid her lips just past his tip, feeling the warm smoothness of him. When his hands weaved into her hair, Stacey figured she must be doing something right. Careful of her teeth, Stacey moved further down, pulling him slowly into her warm mouth. Reaching around, she felt the smooth muscles of his ass bunch when she suckled him. Much like he'd done to her breasts, Stacey slowly slid back, rolling her tongue around his tip again.

“I like that.” Stacey smiled as she moved back on the bed.

“I couldn't tell,” Cole teased. “I may need considerably more confirmation on that process, but there's definitely time to build my report.”

“I'm a willing student,” Stacey said, her brown eyes dancing.

Cole came to her then, settling next to her. Pressing a palm to her abdomen, Cole leaned over, taking her warm lips in a kiss that meant to slowly seduce, to heat her blood as it slid through her veins. Moving lower, Cole slid past her matching panties, finding the mound of tight curls. Finding her wet center, Cole plunged into her, burying greedy fingers in her so that she immediately arched and her breaths almost soundless gasps. Her hips rocked against him and her hands trapped him there, reveling in the feel of long fingers and a curious thumb that toyed with the tiny nub of nerves. A nub that turned every woman into a stick of dynamite just waiting for someone to light the fuse. Teasing her, Cole moved inside her, pacing his movements until her hips rocked in time with him. Her body tight like a spring, Cole watched her absorb every movement, every time his thumb touched her, every time he drove into her.

The need clawed at him, devouring his control in huge, greedy bites until he was scraping the bottom of the barrel to hold on. Finally, when he felt the tiny, rhythmic convulsions Cole yanked free of her body, leaving an emptiness he knew she'd feel. Straddling her, Cole settled against her, waiting. Those heavy eyes finally opened, as if from a deep sleep. Blurry and unfocused they finally met his stormy blue irises. She didn't say anything, but when Cole saw recognition there. When the love she felt for him swam into their depths, Cole pierced her, filling her deep and hard, her gasp a testament to their union.

“I don't,
can't
, be gentle with you Stacey,” Cole groaned as his control unraveled.

“I'm not fragile, Cole,” Stacey told him, touching his face. Her whole body surrendered in a way that answered a fundamental need in him. Grasping her hands Cole pulled them high over her head, pinning them there. One long line now, Cole drove into her again, rocking her body up and letting it fall. Again and again he drove her up, each thrust ruthlessly pressing her higher. The climb was brutally arousing as Cole stripped her of any illusions she'd had about sex. Her hands still pinned Stacey was desperate to touch him, to feel as if he was as vital, real to her as she was to him. “Cole...”

“I know...just...” Growling, Cole punched the bed with his free hand and finally released her wrists. Knowing it'd come quick now, Cole braced for her. Her hands dug into him in a way that matched his need. Finger nails clamped down on his flesh until the pain nearly overrode the passion. The madness was gloriously mutual as Stacey ground narrow hips into him. Meeting him thrust for thrust Cole shoved Stacey over the edge, unable, unwilling to take the fall without her. “Co...le,” Stacey moaned as the first huge wave of her climax slammed into her. She felt Cole's rigged body, his hard erection pulsing inside her. Waves continued to roll through her, making her whole body tremble as she slowly managed to float down to reality. She bore Cole's heaviness with ease, liking the way he pressed her into the mattress. When he finally withdrew from her and rolled over, Stacey snuggled closer to him, studying his body.

“Are you okay?” he asked, running a gentle hand down her smooth back.

“I am,” Stacey replied, pressing a kiss to his ribs. She ran a hand through the soft, barely there hairs on his chest, liking the way the muscled underneath felt against her hand. Why didn't women talk more openly about sex? Stacey thought as she lay there with him. Why didn't mothers tell their daughter's of the enormity. Why didn't anyone ever mention how something so natural, even primal; could change your entire life. “We're going to be late you know.”

“Nah, there's still an hour before I need to be downtown and your shopping can't seriously take you that long.”

“You've obviously never shopped for a trip overseas. You have to buy some of the weirdest things. Like, I always pack two crates of bottled water, checked of course, but still. And I buy a fresh mosquito net, for sitting outside at night. Even in an area like Bangkok, I'll still use it.”

“Please tell me you're not like phobic, right?”

“No, but I'm probably overly cautious. However, in my defense I have been to some very underdeveloped parts of the world.” Stacey said, her brown eyes serious. “I once found a young woman; I'd flown over to recruit, living in the shanty towns in India. I've seen some impoverished people before, but the condition of this girl's home was atrocious. Thankfully, when I brought her to America, the small income she earned was enough to buy her family a nice home. Through her recruitment, her siblings were able to go to school. Two of them have graduated and now help her younger siblings afford schooling as well.”

“That's awesome,” Cole said and meant it. “Who does she play for?”

“She's part of the WNBA although; because I don't manage her anymore I'm not sure if she's still with the same team. She's a small forward, because she's barely over five foot six.”

“Small, but mighty huh?”