Blindsided (19 page)

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wo weeks into the start of the preseason and I’ve never been happier to have a day off.

All day, from beginning to end, belongs to Leah. Every second is dedicated to this girl. To kissing her, to teasing her, to bringing her so close to the edge she fucking begs me.

I can feel it—she’s so close yet so far. One moment, she’s in my arms, soft as fuck. Then the next, she’s jumping from my bed in God evil underwear, leaving me with a raging hard-on and a shower to eliminate it.

The next time she’s in my bed, she’ll be writhing beneath me with my name on her lips. Fuck yes, she will be.

Ada blinks at me in the doorway. “Ria? Who’s Ria, dear?”

“Lee-ah,” I say slowly but loudly. “Is she here?”

“Oh! Leah. Why didn’t you say so?” She shakes her head and steps back, opening the door. “She’s upstairs. Do you want me to call her down?”

“Is Grace in?”

“No.”

“Do you mind if I go up?” I wink at her, giving her my most charming smile.

She stares at me for a long moment. Then a grin breaks out on her face. “Oh, go on. Just don’t tell Leah I said so, okay?”

“You got it, Ada.” I kiss her wrinkled, powered cheek, and she laughs.

With another wink, I dart past her and to the stairs. I take them two at a time, needing to see Leah more than I can comprehend, and stop at the top of the stairs. Fuck. I don’t know which room is hers.

“Leah?” I call hesitantly.

“Corey?” she shrieks, opening a door at the end of the hall. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you.” I shrug.

“Okay. Hang on.” She shuts the door behind her.

I frown when she reemerges a second later with her cell in her hand and locks the door.

“What’s that?” I nod toward the room.

“My space,” she answers evasively.

“Your space?”

“Yeah. I go there to chill. It’s no big deal.” She pushes her bangs from her forehead and opens her bedroom door.

“Isn’t that what your bedroom is for?” I ask, taking in the white-and-dark-pink décor.

“Well, yeah, but it’s just…my space.” Her voice finishes quietly. “Just…leave it, okay?”

I raise an eyebrow. “Is it like a secret sex chamber full of whips and shit?”

She gasps and turns, her mouth wide open. “Corey!” she laughs. “What the hell?”

“I’m just askin’!” I grab her and pull her to me. “Well, is it?”

“No!” She manages through her giggles. “God. What kind of pervert am I seeing?”

“You’re seeing me, huh?”

“I… Um.” Leah’s blue eyes widen, hesitance and fear in them. “I think I said that, but I didn’t mean to.”

I slide my hand around to her back and beneath her tank top. “Is that the same as dating?” I lower my face to hers.

“N-no…” she breathes. “That comes before…before the D-word. Will you stop tickling my back?”

I swallow my chuckle. “I’m sorry. So, we’re not quite single but not quite dating. Is that what you mean?”

“I… Um… I…” She swallows. “I’m going to go shower.” She wrenches herself from my grip. “Make yourself comfortable,” she shoots over her shoulder, opening her bathroom door.

Nice evasion.
I groan. “How the fuck am I supposed to get comfortable knowing you’re naked in the next room?”

She smiles. “You’re not.” She disappears into the room, and the lock clicks.

Shit. Fuck. That was plan B.

I stare at the door, especially when the water runs. She’s in there, naked. Fucking naked. All lightly tan skin and smooth, toned curves. She’s in there, no makeup, wet hair, water droplets coasting down her skin.

Water droplets begging to be licked up by my tongue, wiped away by my fingers, completely eliminated by me.

I lie back on her bed and switch on the TV. This is ridiculous. My cock is straining against my pants. Nothing is going to calm that bastard now, least of all thinking of my girl naked.

My girl.

My girl.

Fuck. Now, even in general thought, she’s mine. Three days ago, she was ‘that girl.’ Now she’s fucking ‘my girl.’ Like I’m attached to her. Like I want her for more than a quick fuck.

The water stops, and I stare at the door despite the TV being on. Nothing on TV will beat the view about to walk out the door—I can guarantee that.

“What are you doing?” she asks, looking at me and opening the door.

“I was attempting to make myself comfortable.” My cock throbs. “Not so much now.”

Her eyes drop to the bulge in my pants. “Well, this is kind of awkward.” Then she bends over to retrieve her hairdryer.

Fuck, I need to remove that image from my mine.

I need to erase the image of her bending over and exposing her bare, perfectly pink pussy to me.

“What’s awkward is the fact that I can see your ass under that towel, never mind the fact that your pussy was just on full fuckin’ show for me, and I can’t do a damn thing about it.”

“I can see how that would bother you.” Her eyes flick to my pants again, and this time, they linger for a moment.

“Leah,” I warn, my eyes trained on her.

Studiously, she avoids my eyes in the mirror and turns on her hair dryer. She blasts the hot air through her hair, running a brush through it at the same time. Still, she fucking avoids my gaze. Like she can’t feel it. Shit, I can feel it reflecting back onto me.

She puts the hair dryer down and walks to the dresser. After opening the drawer, she grabs a pair of white panties and bends over once again, this time hooking them over her ankles.

“Fuck. Fu-uh-uh-uck!” I curse and slap my hand over my eyes. I’m trying real hard to be good here. I’m trying real hard to not flip this girl onto her fucking back.

“You can look,” she says, amusement tinting her words. “I’m decent.”

I drop my hand and stare at her, my eyes landing on hers, and she shivers. “Darlin’, the only decent thing about you right now is your underwear and how fuckin’ good they’d look on my floor.”

She raises her eyebrows. “For the price I paid for them, they’re pretty damn decent on, thank you very much, cowboy.”

I watch as she pads across the room and shifts some papers to find her makeup bag. She files the papers into a pile and shoves them into a drawer. Then she grabs a brown leather bag.

I watch as she carries the bag over to the mirror and sets it down. As she bends forward, searching for makeup, her dress rides up her thighs. Fuck. This girl—she has no idea how sexy she is. She has no fucking idea how incredibly hot she is. If she knew for a second what she could do to me, she’d know how incredible she is.

If she knew just how turned on she could make me with a glimpse of her underwear, she’d realize how fucking irresistible she is to me.

I scoot down the bed to where she’s standing and grab her thighs. She gasps, dropping her mascara into her bag, and steps backward. My fingers trace up and down her thighs, the skin beneath my fingertips silky soft.

The hem of her dress rides up as my thumbs do, and when she draws in a sharp breath, I touch my mouth to the curve of her ass.
Shit.
Her muscles clench beneath me, and I curve my hands around to the front, letting them brush her panty line at the apex of her thighs.

My nose, brushing her ass cheek, twitches. She’s wet. Fuck. I can smell her, sweet and strong, wet and ready for me. I tug her back so she’s sitting between my legs, her ass barely perched on the bed, and flatten my hand against her stomach. She isn’t fucking moving. I want to feel her give herself over to me again.

My cock pushes into her back, and I’m ready for her. Shit, I’m ready for more than her giving herself over. I’m more than ready to give myself. To feel that tight, sexy pussy clenching around my rock-hard dick.

“What are you doing?” she whispers breathlessly, my fingers trailing up her inner thigh.

“I’m tryin’ not to rip this sexy-as-fuck bit of lace off of you so I can fuck you,” I whisper in her ear. “And you’re makin’ it hard, Leah. You’re makin’ it real hard.”

“You can handle it,” she exhales sharply.

“This is me handling it.” I graze my lips down her neck in a blazing trail, and she shivers. “The only reason I’m not fucking you right now is because we’re not alone here.” I slide my fingers beneath her lame excuse for underwear, her juices instantly coating my fingers. “But trust me, babe. If you pull this shit again, I’m gonna be balls-deep inside you in a fuckin’ millisecond.”

My fingers push inside her at my words, and she gasps sharply. Her muscles clench with that sharp inhale, and fuck, fuck. Her clit is swollen beneath the pad of my thumb, and she drops her head back onto my shoulder. She moans—not quietly. Despite the thrill it sends through me,
because I fucking caused that,
I slide my hand from her and trail from her stomach to her mouth.

“Shhh,” I hiss into her ear, kissing the spot below it. “No sound, babe.”

“Dickhead,” she breathes on a jolt of pleasure. “Total dick…ah…head.”

My hand cups her jaw, holding her head back on my shoulder as my fingers work her pussy. I harshly pump them in and out, my thumb rubbing her clit. She trembles and quivers in my arms, and my cock gets harder and harder, painfully so.

“Corey, fuck!”

Her whisper is music, a sweet fucking melody I’ll never hear again, and I push deeper, rub harder.

“Say it again,” I groan.

“Cor—shit!” She pushes against my hold on her jaw, but I’m stronger, and instead she bites onto my finger. Her cry is long and high-pitched. Her shudder is everlasting, finished by a heavy moan, and her pussy is clenched tight, clamped onto me.

She stills, her chest rising and falling with each breath, and I bring my hand to my mouth. I turn her face toward me and insert my fingers into my mouth. I lick every last drop of her off myself, and it’s sweet and harsh and as fucking addictive as I imagined it to be.

“Corey, I—”

I close my mouth over hers, making her taste her lingering juices on my tongue. “You nothing. You fucking nothin’, babe. Now go and clean yourself up before I finish what I just started.”

She breathes in sharply, stands, and turns to me. “You’re a pain in my fucking ass.”

I cup her neck and pull her down to me. “Leah, darlin’, I appreciate your sass. I fuckin’ love your sass. But if you stand here much longer, talking to me this way, I really will finish this shit.” I press her mouth to mine. “And the next time I make you come, it’ll be with my dick. It’ll be buried so fuckin’ far inside you that you won’t be able to think. You won’t be able to breathe or function. It’ll be buried so far inside your pussy, there’ll be no fuckin’ doubt that you’re mine.”

Her knees buckle, but she stays standing. “I got it, cowboy. I got it.”

I slap her ass lightly. “Good. Now get in that bathroom, tidy up, and let’s go.”

Reid and Jack eye Leah with curiosity. Their eyes flit across her body, Jack’s lingering on her chest a little too long. I cough, and he diverts his eyes. Leah glances at me, her lips twitching, and then she regards my friends with mild amusement.

“Are you done looking at me like you’ve never seen a woman before?” she asks, looking up at them with a smirk.