Jock: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (13 page)

“Holden-”

“See, we’ve got a problem,” he growls, his eyes flashing into mine in the dim light of the club.

“If someone sees-”

“The
problem
is,” he murmurs darkly, “that the harder you try and pretend you don’t want this to happen again, the more I fucking
want it
to.”

I swallow thickly as I shake my head.

“I told you, that was a-”

But Holden suddenly pushes us back, away from the crowds and into a dark alcove of the club by a door with a “no exit” sign on it.

“Darlin’,” he growls, “I know damn well what you keep
telling me
with your mouth. But we both know that the rest of you is whistling a different tune.”

I shake my head. “I don’t know
what
you’re talking about.”

“Yes you do,” he husks out, his hands moving to my hips as he pushes me against the wall in the shadows. His hands start to move lower over my hips, his large thumbs sliding down over the edge of my panties beneath the dress.

I’m breathing heavily, feeling the blood running like hot oil through my veins as I start to lose myself completely.

“We both know that if I were to put my hand under this dress of yours, I’d find your panties
soaking
wet,” Holden growls again into my ear, making me audibly moan.

I shake my head.

“You’re delusional,” I gasp, shivering as his hand suddenly slides right down the front of my dress. It slips beneath it and then traces right up the inside of my thigh,
right
to my panties.

Which are, of course,
soaked.

Holden chuckles darkly into my ear as his huge hand cups my pussy through the flimsy material.

“People could see-”

“They won’t,” he growls into my ear.

Suddenly, he pulls away, grabbing my arm and pulling me with him as he strides to the “do not enter” door.

“Holden, we-”

He kicks the door open, pulling me inside and pushing me against the wall of what appears to be a coat room of sorts, clearly not being used since it’s summer in Houston, Texas.

Holden slams the door shut, leaving us in almost total darkness but for the glow of an exit sign across the room. The neon glow bathes us in red light as he takes my mouth again, growling as he presses his huge frame against mine.

His hand moves back between my legs, his thick finger sliding between my cleft through my panties and stroking the growing wet spot.

I’m panting for him, feeling him this close with his finger maddeningly stroking me like that.

“We shouldn’t-”

“But we can.”

His fingers push my panties to the side, and I whimper as he strokes one across my bare seam.

“Holden-”

“Tell me to stop then.” He pauses, his finger
just
shy of brushing my aching clit on an upstroke.

I shake my head, my own hands grabbing his wrist and pulling him closer.

“Keep going.”

He growls as he kisses me again, like he’s
claiming
my mouth with his. His thumb brushes across my clit as he swallows the moan it brings to my lips.

“This- I mean,” I’m gasping, unable to say words as he suddenly sinks a thick finger deep inside.

“Don’t go thinking that this is part of the contract or anything,” I manage to croak out. My hands are still clinging to his wrist, feeling the muscles there ripple as he slowly fingers me.

He suddenly spins me around, and I can feel my body ache for him as my hands go flat against the wall. In an instant, he’s yanking my dress up over my ass, and before I can even register it, his palm comes down with a hot smack across my butt.

I gasp sharply. Twice. Once at the spank, and once more at the aching, toe-curling
desire
it brings roaring up inside of me.

“I think you should stop thinking about business, sugar,” he growls into my ear, his palm smoothing over the place it landed.

“Did you just
spank
me?”

“Did you like it?” His lips brush against my ear.

I bite my lip, panting and feeling my blood running like fire through my body. I don’t trust myself to open my mouth.

Holden chuckles darkly, his hand moving over my ass, pulling my thong down with it. He lets the panties slip down to my knees, as he pushes his hand down between my legs to stroke my pussy with a thick finger.

“I think someone likes being a bad girl,” he murmurs into my ear.

I moan.

“Hold your skirt up for me.”

God help me, I do it. I reach back and pull my dress up to my hips and push my ass out towards this cocky, demanding, undeniable man commanding me in the dark of that room.

His palm comes down again on my bare ass, making me moan out loud.

“That stung,” I gasp out, feeling my pussy absolutely
leaking
my desire.

Holden’s hand moves over my skin again as he leans over my back, his lips brushing my ear.

“Guess I should kiss it all better then.”

“What-”

He suddenly drops to his knees behind me, his hands sliding up to pull my hips back. I’m panting as I oblige him, arching my back and pushing my ass back as my fingers rake the wall in front of me.

“Spread your legs.”

And I do.

I cry out when his tongue drags hot and wetly across my slit as his hands grip my ass. His tongue is wicked and insistent, teasing at my clit, dragging through my folds, and driving in deep.

I moan as I feel him growl hungrily into me, his tongue burying deep inside as his strong, powerful hands grip my ass and spread me wide for him.

“Goddamn you taste like fucking heaven,” he groans, pulling away for an instant and stroking me with a fingertip. He pushes two fingers deep inside of me, curling them forward and teasing that sweet spot inside as he moves in again with his mouth. His lips wrap gently around my throbbing clit as he swirls the tip of his tongue around it.

He pushes me harder, and faster, coaxing the orgasm from my body with his tongue and his fingers, making my knees shake and my body start to quiver as the inevitable begins to roar inside of me.

His hand comes down again, spanking the soft skin of my ass as his tongue dances circles around my clit.

And it’s the last crack before I shatter.

I cry out, burying my scream in my arm as I all but collapse against his face. The climax is sweet and all-consuming, making my head swim and my legs all but give out as he licks me through it.

I start to sag against the wall when he stands and turns me, bringing me into him and letting me sink into his chest. His arms go around me, holding me tight - enveloping me in his strength as I pant.

Holy. Fuck.

Suddenly, there’s a pounding on the door to the coat room, and Holden
just
manages to get me behind him as it kicks in.

The huge bouncer looms in the doorway.

“Look,
pal
, you and your lady have to get the
fuck
out of-” he stops, and though I can’t see him, hidden behind Holden’s large frame, I can imagine the look on his face when he utters his next words.

“Motherfuckin’
Holden Cade?
”

Holden shrugs, and I can just imagine that cocky, shit-eating grin spreading across his face.

“Holy shit, man!” the bouncer hoots out. “Shit, I’m sorry to barge in like this on you and…” the guy chuckles. “My man! Holden Cade! Dude, you’re on my fantasy team! I’ve been a Rattlesnakes fan since
forever!
Tough being down here in Houston though with all these pussy Bulls fans, I’ll tell you.”

Holden clears his throat. “Well, uh, listen…”

“Oh, Dan.”

Holden nods. “Right, Dan. Listen man, you think you could…”

Dan swears.

“Oh,
shit
, yeah, my bad, Mr. Cade.” He laughs. “Yeah you take all the time you need, buddy, and you have a good night.” He clears his throat. “Uh, you too, miss.”

I cringe, feeling my face go nuclear.

The door shuts, and Holden turns with the
exact
shit-eating grin I was imagining.

“You know, I think I’m going to like this town, even if it is apparently full of pussy Bulls fan-”

“Oh my
God,
” I cut him off as I step away, dropping my face to my hands and shaking my head.

Holden laughs. “Don’t worry, he didn’t know it was-”

“We shouldn’t have done that.”

I can feel my blood pressure skyrocket as I start to breathe faster and faster. I’m blinking as I try and swallow the crushing tightness in my throat, shaking my head as I step away from him.

“We
really
should not have done that.
I
shouldn’t have done that.”

He frowns.

“Jesus, London; chill.”

I whip my head up, my eyes narrowing at him.

“Don’t tell me to
chill
! Do you have any idea what would’ve happened if he knew who you were back here with? To my fucking career? To
your
fucking career?”

He rolls his eyes.

“Fine, don’t chill. But it’s
fine
.”

I narrow my eyes at him, shaking my head.

“No, it’s not
fine
, Holden. You can’t just
do
that!”

His brow furrows into a scowl right back at me.

“What’s your deal?”

I sneer at him, hating how fucking cavalier he’s acting about what just happened.

“My
deal
? My deal is you’re a
player
, for
my
team.”

“So?”

My face reddens, as I bend down and pull my panties back up, smoothing my skirt as the heat radiates through me.

“So this is inappropriate.”

His scowl melts into a wolfish smile.

“I think that’s what we both like about it.”

“Well, I don’t,” I hiss out. “Besides, I’m not one of your little groupies.”

“I never said you were.”

“Well, I’m
acting
like it!” I throw back.

He sighs, pushing a hand through his hair.

“Look, let’s go get a drink, okay?”

“Is that your answer to everything? To have a drink?”

Holden’s jaw tightens as he glares at me.

“Yep.”

“Maybe you should stop, or slow down.”

“Well now where’s the fun in that?” he says evenly, still glaring at me.

“Well you won’t end up with your car wrapped around a telephone pole like your friend, for one.”

The room goes dead quiet, and suddenly a lump forms in my throat.

Fuck. I just went over the line.

I quickly shake my head. “Shit, I’m sorry.” I wince as I step towards him. “I didn’t mean-“

“Nope, heard you loud and clear, sweetheart.” Holden’s eyes narrow. “So I’m a drunk.”

“I didn’t say that, I just said to slow-”

“Least I’m not lying to myself about being a little star fucker.”

I hold his eye for one solid beat before I whirl, slam open the back exit door, and stalk off to find a cab.

W
ell
, that went well.

I kick open the minibar door back in my hotel suite, yanking a few nips of whiskey out and stomping onto my balcony.

I’m
pissed
that she brought up Brandon, and pissed that she ending things like that when it was
clear
we were both into it. Because little miss “oh we can’t do this” was
very
into doing “this” when my tongue was curled around her clit and my fingers knuckle-deep in her pussy.

Goddamnit, shoulda stayed in fucking Denver.

I should have stayed in the land of milk and honey - by which I mean pussy; no-strings, no drama, no hot-and-cold, freaking out about it “being wrong”, pussy.

I slam back one of the tiny hotel-room sized bottles of whiskey before I dump the other two into a glass, leaning against the railing and glowering out over this new city I’m going to call home.

Mostly, I’m just pissed for acting like an asshole. Bringing up Brandon was a bitch move, but cutting into her like that where I knew it’d sting was worse, and I know it.

I’m also furious that she’s still dancing through my damn head, like no girl ever has before. I’m pissed the fuck off that after she left the club, and after I dove back into the masses to be
swarmed
by fucking chicks all but begging to take care of the blue-balls London had left me with, I
still
left alone and without release. A whole gaggle of giggling, eager, and down for anything club chicks ready to let me do whatever I wanted to them, and I fucking
leave
like a totally pussy to come back to my hotel and drink alone.

I restrain myself from jerking off though this time.

I might be all tied up and tripping over this girl, but I’m not
that
much of a fucking pussy.

* * *

“
Y
ou’re stalling
.”

Randy’s wolfing down waffles over late breakfast the next morning as he glares at me. I’m wolfing down black coffee and goddamn aspirin to kill the hangover I poured out of the hotel mini-bar last night.

I wince as I frown.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I fucking mean.” He sighs and shakes his head as he dumps five whole sugars into his coffee before turning it off-white with cream.

“Jesus Christ, Randy. You know you can just quit instead of giving yourself a heart condition, right?”

Randy flips me off and I grin.

“Look,
you
wanted this move, right?”

I shrug. “Maybe.”

“Hey, say the word and you’re back in Denver. But
you’re
the guy that needed the change.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I grumble into my coffee mug.

Randy shrugs, wiping syrup from his mouth.

“Look it’s a sweet deal, pal. And honestly, Denver isn’t going to give this much next season. That contract re-negotiation is
real,
by the way.”

I stare into my coffee.

“Look, Houston flew you down, they showed you the facilities; hell, they even got Archie’s hot little piece of a daughter to take your ass out on the town.”

He peers across the table at me.

“I’m presuming you’re not stupid enough to fuck around with that and kill this whole thing, right?”

I shrug. “Of course.”

I take a large gulp of scalding hot coffee.

“So,” Randy puts his fork down. “We signing or not?”

I should say no. I should head back to Denver before I get myself in trouble, big time. I do
not
need something like London Jacobs around me, like fucking kryptonite. I don’t need some
chick
clinging inside my head like no girl ever really has. It’s fucking with me, and it’s throwing me off.

Hell, it’s
worth
the pay dip to stay where I am back in Denver and leave it be. Because there’s nothing but trouble waiting for me here with a girl like that.

Nothing but bad news.

Nothing but sweet, sweet bad news and delicious trouble.

Fuck it.

I finally put my coffee cup down and groan as I lean back in the booth, shoving my fingers through my hair.

“Alright,” I sigh. “Let’s sign the fucking papers. I’m moving to Houston.”