Infamous: A Bad Boy Sports Romance Novel (12 page)

J
ared lazily washed
my entire body and I returned the favor, but he insisted on bringing me to orgasm with his fingers before we got out. By the time the water started running cold, I was grateful for it. I stood beneath the spray for a long moment to let the sweat wash off as Jared yelped and practically leaped out of the stall.

Despite my initial reservations—and the ones I still harbored—I couldn’t deny that being with Jared like this was… well,
fun
.

Not to mention the greatest sex I’d ever had. Probably the greatest sex I ever
would
have, and that was a mildly depressing thought.

“Don’t laugh at me, woman! You think it’s funny that my dick went up inside my body? Shit!”

I honestly hadn’t even realized that I was laughing out loud and I abruptly stopped, but was fighting to stifle it as I turned the water off and stepped out onto wobbly legs. When Jared noticed how off-balance I was, he stepped forward and offered me a hand before tugging me forward to lean against him.

It’s a shame I can’t keep him
, I thought as I leaned into him and his arms wrapped a towel around me a brief moment later.
But I suppose I’ll take what I can get and let him go.

Besides, it was all for the best. I had already developed feelings for the man and I wasn’t naive enough to think that I was any different than a hundred other girls who felt the exact same way.

Jared said it himself—he didn’t date. I doubted he believed in monogamy either and even if our situation wasn’t already made impossible because of my job—it certainly would have been because of that. I was a one-man kind of woman.

And no matter what I might have felt for him, Jared was not that one man.

The thought made me sad, but also spurred on my need to have as much fun with him in our limited time as possible.

* * *

A
fter pancakes and bacon
, Jared dragged me back to bed and proceeded to promptly fall back asleep. I didn’t complain because I was sick to death of sitting on my ass and watching television, but I wasn’t as worn out by our morning activities as he seemed to be.

So I carefully slid out of bed and over to my desk, pulling out the packet of information Lauren had given me when I first started and flipping through it for the hundredth time.

Studying was a familiar feeling that I clung to after getting out of college and being thrown into the real world. Plus the more I read this info, the more useful I figured I’d be to Lauren.

My instincts had served me well in that regard. I read the handbook every night for my first two weeks and when she told me I showed incredible promise—more than any intern had shown her before—I made it habit to read it at least twice a week until I landed a full-time position.

Now, I was on the cusp of landing my dream job. Sure, I’d likely only be in an assistant capacity, but it would be the stepping-stone to my future career as a publicist.

Or at least that’s how it
should
happen
, I thought with a grim frown, glancing over at Jared’s sleeping form.
Assuming I haven’t screwed up my shot
.

No
. I could keep this covered up and Jared had promised to do the same. The only people who would ever know about our hook-up were Jared and myself. A secret that would hopefully be taken to the grave.

I let myself get lost in the packet instead of obsessing about the little amount of time we had let together, which made it all the more startling when I heard his groggy voice.

“What are you doing over there?”

“Reading,” I said, holding up the packet and waving it until he started to rub his eyes. “I wasn’t tired.”

“Well come here and let me tire you out, kitten.”

That was a new one and it made my stomach do a little flip. I might have claimed to hate all the nicknames he called me—but the truth was, they had kind of grown on me and now, I secretly liked them. A lot of the times, it seemed like men used nicknames because they couldn’t be bothered to remember a woman’s real name.

Not Jared, though. He said my name often enough for me to be able to take the simple pleasure of the cute names he came up with as they were intended.

“April?”

Oh, the irony.

“Hmm?”

Jared growled and sat up, pulling the blanket down dangerously low. I gazed at his abdomen and practically drooled at the sight, then looked up at his face when he darkly demanded, “Get your ass over here. Now.”

The packet dropped out of my grasp and I stood up, obeying his command without even thinking twice. When I was within grabbing range he pulled me down, flipping me onto my back and forcefully tugging my legs apart at the knees.

My body responded instantly to the semi-rough handling and his obvious desire and I could feel myself getting wet. I squirmed around on the bed, trying to arch my hips up in a tempting manner.

“
Ah-ah-ah
,” he tutted as he gripped my hips and pinned them down. “Stay still, kitten. I’ve got a promise to keep and you wiggling around like this is going to make it hard.”

“Looks like it’s already hard,” I quipped, raising an eyebrow at his stiff cock. “Don’t you want to put that to good use?”

“Oh, I plan to,” he retorted with a wide, mischievous grin. “
Later.
”

Then he was lifting my ass partially off the bed and bending down to lick my slit with his broad tongue. We moaned together, my hips bucking in his hands when he located my clitoris and began to tease the ultra-sensitive spot.

I twisted my fingers in the bed sheets and held on for dear life, tossing my head back and forth as he proceeded to bring to me to the edge only to abruptly stop over and over again. I knew exactly what he wanted and after the fourth almost-orgasm, I gave in.

“Please, please, please,” I brokenly begged, my voice hoarse from my cries. “
Fuck
, Jared! I’ll do anything. Just
please
let me come.”

He murmured something against my core and slid two fingers into my aching pussy before he resumed twirling that wicked tongue of his around my clit.

Finally—after what felt like hours of torture—he gave me what I needed without stopping. I screamed his name right as my body began to uncontrollably undulate. Jared released his hold and allowed me to writhe, still pumping his fingers in and out even after I flooded them with wetness.

“You look so fucking beautiful when you come, princess,” he whispered, the softness of his voice giving me the strength to crack open my eyes.

He was gazing at me with wide, lust-blown eyes, but there was something like tenderness behind them. I doubted that it would translate into the way he fucked—Jared seemed to be a fan of only rough sex—but it made my heart swell to see it.

He watched me as he fucked me with his fingers, eventually bringing up his other hand to rub my clit and press down hard on the oversensitive nub. I cried out in a combination of pleasure and pain but when he let up the pressure and began to rapidly circle it, the pain melted beneath the bliss of my second orgasm.

He didn’t stop. Not even after I came down from the high and opened my eyes wide to stare at him incredulously.

His grin was wolfish as he cheekily asked, “How many more do you think you can take? My bet’s on four.”

I was fairly certain that my eyes doubled in size. Did he mean four in total… or four
more
? Both options sounded like they might kill me.

“
Stop
,” I whined, reaching down to drag his hand away from my center. “Fuck me now.”

Jared laughed. “Oh no. Let’s not forget who’s in charge here.”

“I am,” I defiantly muttered, but the words lost their bite as he began to lower his mouth down to my sex again.

“I disagree, but it’s really not important. I do believe I told you once before that I’d like to do this for hours and I intend to make you come until you can’t fucking take any more.”

He ended his sentence by shoving his tongue into me and my toes curled as I forced myself to choke out, “What about you?”

Jared lifted himself up, my juices glistening on his chin. “What about me?”

“What about—you know. I want
you
to come, too.”

There was a brief moment of confusion on his face and he cocked his head to the side and simply stared up at me. The look cleared after a few seconds though and he shook his head.

“Don’t worry about me, kitten. I’ll take care of it this time.”

What he meant by that became clear after he shoved me further up the bed and went back to licking my pussy while grinding his hard length against my bed sheets.

Somewhere between the third and fourth orgasm, he sat up on his knees and ran his fingers up and down my slit to gather my juices to use as lubricant to jack himself off with.

When he covered my stomach and chest with his fluid, I thought I might spontaneously combust. His own release was short-lived, though. The moment his body stopped shuddering, he picked right back up where he left off.

I made it to five before I begged for him to stop.

Satisfied that he kept his promise to tire me out, Jared curled up behind me and murmured sweet words into my ear as I drifted into sleep.

G
etting
April out of my system was proving to be an impossible task. God knows I had fucking tried, but the more times I had her, the deeper into my psyche she got.

The next day, in an effort to detach myself a little from her physically before we inevitably had to split apart, I suggested we spend some more time watching movies. I could see the disappointment written all over that pretty face of hers, but I figured it’d be for the best in the long run.

Fucking hell, I was so wrong.
Again.

If anything, it seemed like cuddling with her on the couch and chatting was making it worse. She had insisted on talking to me while I made dinner for the two of us and the more she spoke, the more my stomach fucking clenched at the thought of leaving her.

It was these unavoidable thoughts and incredibly irritating feelings that led me to sitting on the closed toilet in her bathroom—door locked, of course—with my fingers hovering over the keypad of my phone. I had typed up the message quickly enough, but wound up staring at the screen for five minutes without hitting send.

Did I really want to open this can of worms? I knew nothing bad would really happen if I shot off this text, except for maybe some mild teasing once practice started back up.

I took a deep, sobering breath and slammed my thumb down to send the text without giving myself a chance to back out.

How did you know you loved Marline?

If Lee gave me shit for this I was going to cut his balls off and—

The phone zinged, the message popping up before the screen had a chance to go dark.

I felt it.

If there was an award for the least-helpful answer in the universe, Lee would have taken it home.

While that’s super helpful and all, any chance you got something a little more specific?

The screen did go black that time while I waited on a response. I turned the ringer down, hoping that April hadn’t heard it when the first text came through. My foot bounced up and down with impatience as I waited for Lee’s reply.

If you’re trying to compare to something that’s going on with you, don’t bother.

I frowned at the phone, wondering what the hell that was supposed to mean when the next message came through.

It’s different for everyone. If you seriously felt the need to ask, you probably already know the answer.

This motherfucker.
I wanted to call and cuss him out—to tell him to shove his useless responses up his ass—but I refused to do it with April lingering around in the apartment. The last thing I needed her to hear was me shouting a denial of having feelings for her.

Not when there was a chance that she’d be able to hear the lie in my voice.

I powered the phone off to avoid any questions Lee might have fired back at me and buried my hands in my hair. How the hell had this happened? Was it even real or just a product of being in such close proximity with a woman for a longer period of time than I was used to?

Regardless of the answer, it wouldn’t matter soon enough. We had the rest of this evening and one full day together until the results of the DNA test were due to be returned and released, and once that happened, whatever was happening between us would be finished.

Might as well make the most of the limited time we have together... just in case I never feel this way about a woman again,
I thought as I stood up and made my way back to April’s side. She looked up at me while I stood awkwardly by the couch, the corner of her mouth quirking up.

“Hey.”

“Hey, sweetness,” I greeted back, sitting down beside her and offering her the spot against my chest that she seemed to enjoy. “What do you want to do tomorrow?”

“What do you mean?” she asked, tilting her head back as far as she could to look at me upside-down.

“It’ll be our last day together.”

All right, so maybe asking what she wanted to do when we were trapped in an apartment was a stupid thing to do. I could admit that. And maybe I was only fishing for a reaction to the reminder that our time was almost up.

But I’d keep that one close to the chest.

I’d be damned, but it pained me to wait with bated breath for any sign of sadness, or regret, or anything of that nature… and see absolutely nothing. Only a brief flicker of recognition, like she had forgotten what day it was.

Christ. That stung like a motherfucker.

But I managed to keep my face in a neutral arrangement, praying that she wouldn’t look hard enough to see through it. Thankfully, she turned her head away and softly hummed as she considered our limited options.

“How about we order out and spend all day in bed?”

“Sounds like heaven,” I said, maybe a little too honestly.

April shifted around and looked back at me, a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“We could always get an early start on that. If you’re
up
for it.”

I laughed at the innuendo and tugged her back until her ass was grinding against my semi-hard cock. After only a few moments of friction, it stiffened up to full strength as I murmured, “Always, baby.”

“Then take me to bed.”

“Yes, ma’am. Up.”

She stood up as quickly as she could and beamed at me, letting out a light laugh when I did exactly as she expected and lifted her into my arms bridal-style, much like I had done the first time we slept together.

Only this time, I made sure my steps to the bedroom were incredibly slow, so I had a chance to savor every emotion that warred inside me.

It was then that I realized that Lee had been right. I did already know.

And I was truly fucked.