Jock: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (16 page)

That’s it.

It’s the last straw for me trying to pretend none of this is getting to me, as much as I hate that it is.

Fuck this.

Because I was wrong. I
am
jealous.

Or, something.

Whatever it is, I’m not sitting here and watching this display or thinking about him and his little harem frolicking around a pool later.

I push my plate away.

“I need to go.”

Serena frowns. “The food just got here, dude. And we haven’t even ordered your fancy whiskey yet!”

“I - yeah, I don’t want it.”

“London,” she gives me a sympathetic look. “You
know
what he is don’t-”

“Oh my God this has nothing to do with that tool, okay? I’m just feeling a little nauseous right now.”

She gives me another look before nodding slowly. “Okay, okay.”

I stand as I toss some money on the table.

“Look, could you have them box this up and just bring it for lunch tomorrow or something?”

She nods. “Call me if you want to, okay?” Serena raises a brow pointedly. “You know, if you want to talk about being sick or whatever.”

There’s another bout of giggling from the bar as I storm out of the restaurant.

I
’ve barely been
home long enough to change into pj’s and fire up Netflix when there’s a pounding on my door.

I frown, wondering who the hell that could be, when the apartment phone rings.

“Ms. Jacobs?” David, the building concierge, sounds strained and worried.

“Yes?”

The knock comes sharp on my door again.

“I’m so sorry, Ms. Jacobs, I asked him to wait while I called you, but he just pushed past me to the stairwell!”

The knock comes three more times, but this time, I know exactly who it is.

I sigh. “No, it’s okay, David. Thanks, I’ve got it.”

I scowl as I hang up, looking down at my tank top and pajama shorts.

Wonderful.

Holden knocks again - insistently and demandingly and in a way that makes me think I’ll have my neighbors complaining before I have time to change. I manage to duck in front of the mirror in the entryway and make my hair look
somewhat
presentable before I finally yank the door open.

“Okay, how the hell did you know where I live-”

I’m cut off as he steps right inside, my breath catching in my throat as his hands go to my waist and pushes me back into the apartment. He kicks the door shut with his foot.

“What are you-”

“I’ve got time for one game, sugar,” he growls.

I swallow thickly.

“I play football,” he says with a burning urgency in his voice. “
That’s
it. I don’t play other games.”

I shake my head.

“Holden, why are you telling me-”

“Because I’m
done
playing games with you,
that’s
why,” he says gruffly.

I swallow again, my eyes darting across his.

“What does that even mean?”

“It means,” he growls, suddenly spinning me around. I gasp as he pushes me up against the apartment door, his big hands still on my waist. My pulse pounds, my breath dragging and heavy - inhaling the scent of him.

“It means I’m done with this little tiptoeing back and forth.”

The hands on my waist start to slide up my torso as he moves against me, his huge frame enveloping me.

“Holden-”

“I’m
done
with the banter, and the quips, and trying to be funny, and you trying to make this big show of being strong,” he husks, his breath hot against my lips. “It’s all bullshit anyways.”

“Excuse me?”

“I know you’re not strong when it comes to me.”

My jaw drops.

“Why you
arrogant
fucking-”

“And I
know
that,” his hands slide further up, pushing my arms above my head and tracing up them until he’s got my hands pinned above my head. “I know that because it’s the same with me,” he says heatedly.

He keeps my hands pinned with one of his, the other dropping down to cup my jaw. I can feel the blood pulsing through my body, my skin feeling alive as my chest rises and falls with my heaving breath.

He moves right up against me, his hand cupping my jaw and tilting my face up to his.

“I’m fucking weak around you,” he breathes into my lips. “I’m not strong with you. You shatter all that, somehow.”

“Holden,” I shake my head. “I-”

“All I know is that I fucking
want
you, and nothing
but
you,” he growls, his eyes flashing into mine as his hardened body molds to mine. “And it’s fucking with my head, and throwing me off the other game I need to play.”

I swallow.

“Oh, well excuse me for messing up your
football
game just because I won’t sleep with you agai-”

“London.”

I blink, my mouth snapping shut at the sound of my name. His eyes burn fiercely into mine.

“Stop fucking talking.”

And then he’s kissing me, devouring my mouth like a starving man, and I absolutely
melt
.

I’m moaning into his mouth before I know it, whimpering as I feel the thick bulge between his legs
throb
against my stomach.

His hands drop to my tank top, pulling at the hem and slipping it right up and over my bare breasts. He pulls it over my head and tosses it aside before his mouth drops to my jaw, my neck, and my collarbone, trailing hot kisses down my skin and making me writhe. He moves to my breast, sucking and nipping over the soft supple skin before his lips find a turgid, aching nipple. I gasp as he sucks it into his mouth, his tongue swirling over the little bud and sending electric shivers through my body.

I moan as his strong hands wrap around my small body, pulling me into him and making me melt as he sucks and kisses at my breasts. My hands slide up his thickly muscled, inked arms, feeling the thrill rushing through me at the power I can feel in them. The fact that he could pick me up, toss me around, and have his way with me has me pressing hungrily against him, my panties absolutely soaking through at the thought.

I can feel his cock pulsing thick, hard, and
huge
within his pants, throbbing against my belly as I clutch at him and roll my body into his.

“No more games,” he growls into my lips, pulling away from my breasts. “No more teasing. We’re doing this right now.”

“Oh, you think so, huh?” I moan into his mouth as he kisses me, reaching down to tear at his belt.

“Think?” He pulls back and grins at me. “Not think, I
know
I’m about to fuck you, sugar.”

“Why you
cocky
little prick,” I say hotly, kissing him fiercely as I yank the zipper down on his jeans and then eagerly push them off his hips. His cock springs out hot and heavy into my hands, and I moan.

Little? Okay, poor choice of words.

“Names, names, names,” he growls into my ear, his cock throbbing in my hands.

“Call me whatever you want, darlin’, but we both know it’s true.”

His hand drops to my pajama shorts, hooking a thumb into the elastic waist and pushing them easily over my hips and ass until they drop down my legs. His hand moves between my thighs, cupping the pulsing heat of my pussy and dragging a finger across my soaked panties.

I whimper as I raise one hand to his hair and pull him down, crushing my lips to his.

His hands suddenly slide to my ass, and I moan into his mouth as he picks me up. He holds my much smaller body like I’m weightless as he turns and carries me through my apartment to the bedroom.

I shriek as he tosses me down on my bed. I love how he can move me around like this, how he’s so much bigger than me.

Controlling, able to
take me.

And I want to lose myself and my control, and I want to lose it with him all over again.

He stands at the foot of my bed and pulls the rest of his clothes off slowly, letting my eyes trace over the grooves of his muscles and the etched lines of his ink. I bite my lip as he moves onto the bed, crawling up towards me with a hungry look in his eyes until he reaches the waist of my panties. His eyes flash once more into mine before he leans down, bites the lace edge between his teeth, and starts to drag them slowly off my body.

I raise my hips, panting as he pulls my panties off with his teeth. At my knees, he uses his hands to skim them the rest of the way off as he crawls back up between my legs. I shiver as his mouth breathes across my thigh, and I cry out when his tongue slowly licks through the slickness he finds between my legs.

“You taste like fucking candy,” he growls, using his hands to push my legs wide as he moves back in. I moan loudly as his tongue slides deep, slipping inside of me and making my toes curl.

His strong hands grip my thighs and push my legs back until my knees are up by my chest, opening me up for his eager tongue. His slides two thick fingers easily inside, his groan rumbling through me as he wraps his lips around my clit.

Oh, God…

I whimper and making mewling sounds as he tongues and sucks my clit and fingers my opening. His thumb slips down, and I gasp as he brushes it against my ass, my hips bucking up into his mouth at the electric feeling.

Fuck that’s good.

I want him; all of him.

I want to taste him.

I push his head away for a second before I suddenly spin around on the bed, my head hanging slightly off the edge of the end of it with his big cock hanging heavily above my waiting lips. I bring my hands up to his hips, pull him towards me, and moan hungrily as I wrap my lips around the thick head.

Holden groans, throwing his head back and bending his knees slightly as I take more of him inside my mouth. He leans back to me, his muscled body rippling and coiling as his fingers and his mouth find my pussy again.

I moan around his cock, stroking his shaft and cupping his balls as he slowly pumps shallowly in and out of my lips. His tongue swirls as his fingers curl inside of me - stroking me, teasing me, coaxing me towards the breaking point.

His lips wrap tight around my clit as his tongue goes into overdrive, and I know I’m going to go crashing over that edge.

I gasp as I pull my mouth from him.

“Oh
God
, I’m going to- oh
shit-
”

I come loudly, sucking him hungrily back inside and moaning around his pulsing cock - my eyes closed as his tongue sends me crashing into my orgasm.

He pulls away from me, spinning me back around and enveloping me in his arms. He pushes us both back onto the bed, my legs spreading for him as he pushes my arms above my head. We don’t use hands, we just move our hips until I feel his pulsing head lodge against my dripping wet opening. His eyes blaze into mine as he slowly pushes in, and the breath catches on my lips as he slowly fills me with every inch.

He’s so hot, and so thick as he fills me to the brim, before he leans forward and captures my mouth with his. I whimper into his mouth, my hands clutching at his shoulders as my legs wrap around his chiseled hips.

He’s slowly pumping me, rocking
so
deep inside, his hands firmly holding my wrists above my head -
taking
me, and
claiming
me as his.

His eyes never leave mine.

We start to move faster and faster, urging each other on with our lips and our words and our gasping moans. I’m throwing my head back and begging him to fuck me harder, and faster, and deeper, and with everything he has.

Because I
want
everything he wants to give me.

I’m losing myself.

I’ve completely lost control.

And I love it.

It’s everything I can do to keep my eyes locked on his as the wave crashes over me, and then I’m drowning in sweet delicious bliss as I come like a hurricane. Holden roars before burying his mouth in my neck, sucking hard at the skin there and sending me reeling as I feel him drive in deep and explode inside of me.

W
e’re lying there later
, and there’s not a single thing I’d change in that moment.

Shit, I don’t even know what this means, or where we go from here. But lying there, with
that girl
in my arms?

I couldn’t give any less of a fuck what happens next, cause I feel
perfect
in that moment.

She sighs as she’s pressed up against me, one knee up over my hip, one arm stretched across my chest, and her face buried in my shoulder. Her hair is half across my face, getting in my eyes and tickling at my nostrils.

I don’t do a
damn
thing to move it away. In fact, I want her hair tousled across my face
all
the time.

…Can’t say I’ve ever had that thought before.

She stirs slightly, moving just enough that she can kiss my skin with her lips, and I grin. Yeah, this is
all
new. Because I’m still laying here. I’m not coming up with some empty line in order to get myself out the door. I’m not strategizing how fast I can get my pants on if she gets up to go to the bathroom. The words “listen, I had a great time” aren’t already forming on my lips.

Because I can’t imagine leaving this right here. It’s weird, and it’s more than slightly freaking me out, but she feels
way
too good lying there in my arms for me to even want to consider the idea of getting up or walking out.

“Told you I was going to fuck you.”

She snorts out a laugh as I whisper the words in her ear, and I can feel my own lips pulling back in a grin.

What the fuck is happening to me?

London picks her head up and arches a brow at me.

“You seem pretty proud of yourself.”

“After watching you come like that? Yeah, I am.”

She shrugs, trying to hide the blushing glow on her cheeks and the grin on her lips.

“Yeah, I guess it was okay.”

I grin.

“Just ‘okay’, huh?”

London gasps as I reach down with one hand and cup her ass, pulling her up on top of me with her legs astride me. My hand slides down between her legs, and her eyes close with a moan on her lips as I slip a finger up and down her pussy.

She’s still wet.

She’s still
very
wet.

I growl as I lean up to capture her lips with mine, kissing her hungrily as my cock quickly thickens. I reach down with my other hand, wrap it around my shaft, and slowly tease the head against her tight opening.

London whimpers, and my cock only gets harder.

“I think we should do that again, then,” I growl into her lips. “To refresh your memory.”

She moans and nods, her eyes closed as her hair tumbles across her face. I ease my cock against her pussy, and I’m about to slide deep inside when her phone rings on the nightstand.

She groans. “Sorry, just ignore it.”

“Gladly.”

I drop my lips to her neck, tracing over her collarbone as I use the head of my cock to tease her clit. She whimpers, her hips undulating as her honey drips down my shaft.

The phone rings again, and I can feel her tense on top of me.

“You really can get it if you need to.”

She groans, dropping her face to my chest as the phone stops ringing.

“Do you mind? It might be work or some-”

The phone goes off a third time and she groans loudly.

I smile. “Just get it. I’m not going anywhere.”

She lifts her head from my chest and grins back at me, leaning down to peck my lips before she rolls off of me and snatches the phone from the nightstand.

“Yes?” she says sharply.

And I’m reaching over to try and get my hand between her legs and tease her when her face suddenly goes white.

Uh oh.

“I’ll-” she swallows, her eyes wide as she nods quickly, “I’ll be right there.”

The phone tumbles from her hand as she whirls, strides across the room, and almost robotically starts to pull clothes from a dresser.

“Everything okay?”

She just shakes her head, facing away from me as she yanks jeans on and pulls a t-shirt over her head.

“London?” I frown as I sit up. “What’s going-”

“My dad just had a heart attack.”

Her words are cold like ice as she turns back to me, pulling her hair back with shaking hands.

Oh, fuck.

I’m up and out of the bed in seconds, pulling her into me.

“He’s in intensive care,” she says mechanically. Her whole body is shaking; her arms limp at her sides.

Suddenly she shakes her head and steps quickly out of my arms.

“I have to go, right now.”

I nod, grabbing my pants.

“I’ll drive you.”

“No, that’s-” she’s looking wildly around her room, pushing her fingers through her hair and sucking in air. “I can take care of myself,” she says quickly as she starts to pace the room and chew on her nails.

Yeah, no way is she driving like this.

“London,” I grab her by the shoulders after I pull my clothes back on. “I’m driving you, okay?”

She just nods.

* * *

W
e roar
through downtown Houston in silence. I glance over at her as I screech around another car and take a corner at twice the speed I should. She’s unfazed, staring out the window quietly with her hands in her lap and her lip between her teeth.

I slam the car into park outside Herman Memorial Medical, yanking the keys out as I jump out of the car and run in after her.

London fills out the front-desk forms with harried, frantic pen-strokes before they nod her through. She takes off running down the hallway, with me in tow, before she suddenly stops and whirls.

“What are you doing?”

“I was going to come in with-”

“That’s not a good idea,” she says sharply, her eyes narrowing at me.

I nod. “Yeah, okay. No problem. Look, I’ll just wait out here for when you-”

She sighs loudly as she squeezes her eyes shut and pushes her fingers through her hair.

“Now is
really
not the time for me to deal with whatever this bullshit is between us, okay?!”

Silence hangs between us in the bleached-clean hospital hallway before I nod.

“Yeah, got it.”

London groans and looks down.

“Shit, I’m- look, I just- I need to-”

“London, go see your dad.”

She looks up and gives me one last look, biting her lip like she’s afraid to say something more.

But whatever it is never comes out before she turns and runs through the ER doors.