Jock: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (45 page)

“Nope, cause I know you’re crazy enough to do it and I’m not paying you back my hard-earned fifty dollars.”

I laugh.

“I still don’t believe you though.”

I grin. “Sounds to me like someone’s just trying to get a picture of my cock.”

I hear her breath catch over the phone, and there’s another beat of silence before I hear her voice again - silky, dusky, and
raw
. “Maybe I am.”

Yeah, I don’t have to think about this for a damn second.

I’ve got the phone in one hand and my cock in the other as I quickly snap the picture.

“You sure about this?” I sigh dramatically. “I mean, this is just going to
ruin
you for poor Paul.”

Hailey snorts out a laugh. “You know you
really
need to deal with that ego.”

“Hey, you’re the one that had her hands around it the other night.”

I can hear her breath catch. “That was… it was dark and we were half awake.” She pauses. “I just want to settle this rumor once and for all.”

“Hey, just warning you,” I say with a grin. “Hope you’re sitting down.”

I push send.

“Dalton,” Hailey says with a laugh. “I think you might be obsessed with your- oh, wait, hang on.” Her voice goes distant as she pulls the phone away from her cheek to open the text.

“Hang on, let me take a look at this
world famous-
”

The phone goes quiet, and the grin curls across my lips.

“Oh. My. God.” Hailey chokes a little on the other end. “Holy fucking
shit!
Are you
kidding
me?”

My grin grows wider as I lay back on the bed. I’m always a fan of girls’ first reaction to my cock, but this one might be my all-time favorite.

Hailey laughs. “Dalton, what the
fuck
.”

“Who’s obsessed now?”

“I’m not
obsessed,
” she says quickly.

“Hot and bothered, then?”

“Oh my God, you’re incorrigible.”

“So, curiosity satiated?”

“Not
really
, actually,” she says with a giggle. “Honestly, how do you even have sex with that thing?”

“You want me to show you, you just gotta ask, darlin,” I growl, and the laughter suddenly drops from her voice as she inhales sharply.

“So,” I tease back. “There’s my proof, now let’s see yours.”

She giggles, “Are you always this pushy?”

“Hey, if you want to admit defeat, I’ll take that fifty bucks the next time I-”

“Oh hold your horses.”

There’s another second of silence, and I idly stroke my cock as I wait for whatever excuse she comes up with to get out of actually doing this.

The phone buzzes, and I quickly swipe it open.

It’s a picture of her hand, holding her panties.

“Aww, now that’s got technicality written all over it, darlin.”

She giggles, “Well, that’s all you’re getting. Besides, I don’t think you could handle it.”

“I think I handled it pretty damn well the last two times.”

Hailey gasps.

“Am I wrong?”

There’s another moment of silence. “No,” she says quietly, her voice breathy.

I’m rock hard, and my pulse is roaring in my ears. “Thing is, darlin,” I growl into the phone, stroking my cock. “I’m willing to make another bet with you that that sweet little pussy has
never
been handled the way I can handle it.”

Hailey
moans
, and I groan as my cock throbs in my hand. “How wet are you right now.” It’s not a question, it’s a demand, and I can hear her gasp over the phone.

“
Very,
” she says, her voice heavy. “I’m very,
very
wet right now.”

Fucking hell.

I stroke my hand up and down my shaft. “
How
wet?”

“Why don’t you listen?”

I about come right there as my ear is suddenly filled with the silken wet sound of fingers sliding across her pussy.

“See?” Hailey husks out, breathing heavily.

“Fuck, darlin.”

“Are- are you, I mean-”

“Jerking my cock picturing your pussy?” I growl. “Fuck yes.”

“
Oh God
,” she moans.

I can feel the cum boiling in my balls already, and the sweet heavenly sound of her moans getting faster and breathier are only pushing me even closer to losing it completely.

“Play with that pussy, baby,” I say darkly into the phone, loving the way she gasps like she’s just been scandalized by what I’m saying. “I want you to play with yourself, and I want you to imagine my big cock filling you up.”

“
Oh fuck, Dalton-
” she whimpers.

“And then I want you to come for me,” I groan, jerking my cock up and down with my hand.

“
Okay
…” she husks out. The sound of her lips right in my ear as she gasps and sucks in air makes my cock throb in my grip. I’m imagining her sprawled out on her dorm-room bed, her legs wide and her hair wild as she fingers her tight, pink pussy.

“You’re getting close aren’t you, darlin.”

“Uh-huh,” she moans out.

“I want to hear you come.”

“Uh-uh, you first,” she breathes out.

“Ladies first,” I groan. “Play with your clit, baby. I want to hear how wet you are when you come for me.”

“Oh God,
Dalton!
”

“Come for me,” I growl, feeling my own orgasm about to rip through me. “Make that pussy come for me, Hailey.”

She gasps, the sound sharp and yet soft, and the sound of Hailey Garrison
coming
for me is the last I can take.

I roar as I pump my cock, cum rocketing out over the floor as I picture burying my face between her legs and drinking every drop of her honey.

She’s panting on the phone. “Holy
crap-
”

There’s a sudden pounding in background. “Hailey! You’re missing the dance-off!” Roxie’s muffled voice screams in the background.

“Oh, shit,” Hailey giggles. “Shit, I need to go.”

“This isn’t over, you know,” I growl, sitting up on the bed as my pulse slowly comes back to normal.

She laughs, “We’ll see about that.”

“Hailey-”

“Enjoy the rest of your night,
Ten
,” she finishes with a giggle before the line goes dead.

B
reathe
.

I can feel my muscles stretching, my body slowly easing into the pose as I let the air out in a thin stream. I breathe again, filling my lungs before I move and slide down to the mat again with the exhale, feeling the tension leave my body.

Yoga’s the closest thing to a sport I’m ever going to do. But there’s something about the meditative state of pacing my own breathing and letting myself let go of stress that always has a way of centering and relaxing me.

Except relaxing today is a little harder to do than normal, and it’s not just because of the dull ache of the champagne hangover pounding in my head.

It’s because of last night, and the phone call with Dalton that started as flirting and then went
way
further than I ever meant it to go.

God, WAY further
.

I’d been drinking, and I was tipsy, but I know lying to myself and telling myself I was
drunk
isn’t going to change what happened. I knew what I was doing the second I called him, or when I escaped the party to lock myself in my room, or when I sent him that picture.

Or when I came, gasping for air and listening to him do the same across the line.

I breathe again, arching my back. My butt raises up into the air as I press my palms into the mat on Heather’s sun porch. Okay, a step or ten further than I should have gone with Dalton, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. Or rather, it’s nothing I won’t make myself handle.

“Now
that’s
a sight a man could get used to when he walks into a room.”

I jerk upright from the downward dog pose I was just in, my face burning as I whirl to the grinning Dalton leaning against the doorframe.

“Oh, don’t stop on my account,” he says with a cheeky grin. “I kinda like the sight of you on your knees with your ass up like that.”

“Hope you took a picture,” I mutter, standing and taking a deep breath as I pull my hair back from my face. Dalton and I lock eyes for a second, both of us
clearly
thinking about last night, but waiting for the other one to say something about it first.

Jesus, I can’t believe I showed him my tits.
The blush blooms on my face as last night comes back with crystal clarity.

I can’t believe I CAME on the phone with him
.

“So,” I say quickly with forced casualness. I grin and stick my hand out. “Got my fifty bucks?”

Dalton hoots out a laugh as he shakes his head and reaches into his back pocket. “Fifty,
as
promised.”

“Thanks,” I smile, forcing the flush from my face as I slip the bills into the waist of my yoga pants.

Play it cool, play it casual. Don’t let him think for a second you’re thrown off by last night
.

Except he grins, and his eyes flash at me, and I know instantly that he sees right through my phony façade.

“Hey, so I got you a little something.”

I raise a brow. “You
got
me something?”

“Yeah, like a present,” he says with a grin. He reaches for the backpack at his feet and pulls out a black box, handing it to me.

“Dalton, if this is something
crude-
”

“It’s nothing nasty, I swear,” he says, his eyes twinkling. “Actually, you might just thank me.”

I frown. “I
repeat
, if it’s-”

“Oh just open the box, darlin.”

The blood red ribbon pulls away easily, and I finally pull my suspicious eyes away from him to pull open the box.

Oh.

He’s right, it’s not
crude
, but that doesn’t mean the blood doesn’t immediately rush into my face.

The lingerie is
by far
the sexiest piece of clothing I’ve ever seen -
certainly
like nothing I’ve ever actually owned or worn. It’s black and lacy, with white pearls sewn into it in little rows that curve under the brassiere cups and delve down in a strand across the gusset of the thong panties and up the back.

I look up sharply at him, my face burning as I swallow thickly. “Lingerie?” My eyes go wide in the pin-drop silence between us. I can feel my pulse beating hotly as I blink quickly at him, because as much as I hate to admit it, the fact that Dalton got me
sexy lingerie
has me incredibly, horribly, and mortifyingly
wet
.

He grins slowly at me, his eyes darting across my face. “I figured it was about time for me to make good on that promise of helping you out with your panty issue.”

I swallow again. “My
panty issue?
What issue?”

“The issue that you didn’t own anything like
this
,” he says with an easy smirk. “Something to wear to put a little pep in your step.”

I almost laugh.
Right,
like the set of lace and pearls in my hands is in any way shape or form something to “step” around in. I don’t exactly know much about fancy lingerie, but I know underwear like this is for one purpose, and I know Dalton is entirely aware of that too.

Which is one of the reasons I can feel the heat blooming traitorously between my legs.

“Little inappropriate for your stepsister, wouldn’t you say?” I croak out in a hushed voice.

He cocks an eyebrow and steps closer to me. “Darlin, when have I
ever
been appropriate?”

I shiver before I can stop myself, and Dalton’s grin only grows wider as he sees it. He moves closer, and part of me wants to step back away from him and the feelings his nearness brings, but I just can’t.

I gasp as he moves right against me, his hand snaking to my waist as he spins me around and pins me against the back of the sofa behind me. His lips are at my neck, his breath hot and teasing as he
growls
and runs his fingers slowly up the small of my back.

“Besides, I think we both know you like me even more when I’m
inappropriate
.”

I shake my head, feeling my pulse pounding against my ribcage as I inhale sharply. “You are
sorely
mistaken,” I husk out, my hands moving to his chest.

God, he’s so hard.

He chuckles into my ear, as his fingers slip back down the small of my back, teasing across the waist of my yoga pants as they slip across my hip to my front. He breathes into my neck again, and my eyes flutter shut as I feel the blood roar in my ears.

Suddenly, I gasp as his hand slides right down over the front of my yoga pants, delving deep between my legs to cup my center right through the thin material. I whimper as I feel his fingers slide over me through the spandex, and he chuckles again into my ear.

“You know, for a smart girl, you are a
terrible
liar.”

I swallow thickly, shaking my head. “I’m not ly-”

“Then why is your pussy
soaking
wet for me.”

I whimper as his finger slides slowly across my cleft, and I know he can feel how
burning
hot I am for him, and how dripping wet I am through the material as he slowly rubs me there.

Dalton’s other hand moves to my waist and starts to slide up, pushing my tank-top up over my torso, leaving goosebumps where his fingers trail over my skin. His hips move against me, and I moan as I feel how hard and how big he is. His cock presses thickly against my thigh as his fingers maddeningly tease my center. The slow creep of my top stops right beneath my breasts, and I start to shake my head, my hands pressing at his chest.

“Dalton, you shouldn’t,” I gasp. “You can’t,” I say quietly, biting my lip and wishing with everything I have that he keeps going.

“Darlin,” he growls, his deep voice in my ear and his lips brushing against the side of my neck and making me shiver. “I’m pretty fucking good at doing what I shouldn’t.”

And then he’s pushing the fabric up over the swell of my breasts, and I’m shivering as my nipples tingle in the cool of the air. I can hear him
growl
as he pulls away, and I can feel his eyes burning across my skin.

“I’ll bet that fifty bucks right back that you’ve been this wet for me ever since last night,” He husks into my ear.

I swallow thickly. “I’m not one of your dirty little skanks, Dalton.”

He chuckles into my skin, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “Never said you were, but that doesn’t change that I’m betting you’ve been
dying
to feel my dirty hands all over you.”

I quickly shake my head, refusing to let him think he’s got the same power over me that he does with every other woman in the world.

…Which isn’t true at all, because I am
putty
in his hands right then.

“
Nope
,” I breathe out, trying to keep my voice steady as his fingers and his lips send electric shocks through my body.

“Oh I think we already covered you being a shitty liar, darlin,” he chuckles, his fingers rubbing over my clit again and again, making my knees start to shake.

“And I bet you’ve also been
dying
to get your hands on my cock again,” he sucks my earlobe into his lips. “
Haven’t you
,” he growls.

I
whimper
.

Thanks a lot, body.

Dalton pulls back, his eyes blazing into mine as his lips move
just
shy of mine. “You know you can have every damn inch of it, darlin. Just admit that the thought of me sliding it into you has you dripping down your damn legs.”

I squeeze my eyes shut as his finger rubs my clit over and over again, and I shake my head. “It does not.”

Dalton chuckles lowly against my lips, and suddenly, his finger between my legs just
stops
. “Keep telling yourself that, darlin,” he growls, before he pulls away from me, turns, and walks away.

And then he’s gone, leaving me furious, flustered, and
soaking
wet.