Quarterback's Surprise Baby (Bad Boy Ballers Book 2) (7 page)

H
e lets
me into his apartment, putting his hand on the small of my back, and I can feel that same, illicit sizzle that happened earlier when he touched me in the locker room. It makes me crazy just to feel his fingers on my skin, a crackle of electricity straight to my core, followed by tingling as my body responds to his every move and touch. He's the single hottest man that I've ever come across. The intensity in his eyes, the tattoos that menace from under the edges of his shirt, the muscles that ripple when he moves, even when half-hidden by fabric. And the way he looks at me, like he's burning inside for me, smoldering with barely controlled lust soaks my panties. He turns to me.

“Odell, would you like something to drink? Wine, beer, anything?”

Before I can answer him, he pushes me up against the door of the apartment, my arms over my head, and his large rough hand snakes its way down my neck, over my breast, my sides, and then cups my ass. His lips are covering mine, his tongue sliding between my lips and spiraling with my own, as he presses against me. His knee pushes between my legs, his thigh pressing against my mound. I grind against it, immediately aflame, full of desire and need.

“Odell,” he breathes. “You are so incredibly sexy. You're making me crazy.”

“You,” I answer, softly, “You are,” before he catches my lips again in a playful kiss, grabbing my lower lip between his teeth and pulling gently. We kiss quickly, tenderly, then he plunges his tongue into my mouth as he grabs my breast and massages the stiffening nipple. I squeal with need as he circles and pinches. Then neither of us are even trying to form words anymore, just moaning, feeling every inch of each other's bodies as we writhe and fight to get closer to one another.

My hands slip under his shirt, and his body is warm, and hard but malleable, and his skin is soft. He smells amazing, a combination of woody musk and clean sweat. I pull him closer and my other hand slips up his neck and into his hair, my fingernails earning a groan from him as they scratch his scalp and tangle into his thick hair.

He pulls down my bottoms as I undo his belt, releasing the massive member from his pants, and the thick length bounces away from his boxer briefs. He clearly wants me and yearns to be inside me just as much as I want to envelop him.

My clothes drop to the floor, a forgotten puddle of fabric. My thong and bra are all that’s left. He pulls sharply against my thong, and it rips and falls off. His face is between my legs, licking the lips, delicately circling my clit, sucking and drawing in my soft, sensitive flesh while I entwine both my hands in his hair. Nobody's ever wanted me this badly before. Nobody's ever dived in like this. When he gently takes my clit inside his mouth and sucks it expertly, my mind is filled with white light. My knees buckle, and if it weren’t for his strong arm supporting my ass, I would fall down, or slide down the wall. But part of me feels like I would just fall off the face of the earth and just become one of the stars, as his expert tongue swirls over my slit and earns a deep moan from my throat.

The energy between my legs focuses and then in a chain of convulsions sends waves through my core. As I reach the peak of orgasm, he slides up my body, spreads my legs open and pushes himself inside me—stretching me and filling me over and over again. His hands wrap around my ass and pull my legs up and around his waist. I’m impaled on his body, supported only by his big hands.

As I gratefully ride his cock, in the back of my mind, I realize we should have gotten a condom, but it feels too good to tell him to stop. I need his body, his desire, and his forgiveness, right now.

My heart melts when he looks me in the eyes and his lips form a quick sweet smile, and the condom is forgotten. With me wrapped around him, he walks over to the couch and lays me down. He pushes a strand of hair out of my face, and kisses me before plunging into me again—drawing gasps and moans from me until I can feel it happening again. I'm coming, and it doesn’t feel like it’ll ever stop

“Gryphon, you're amazing,” I cry out as I come out of the first orgasm and into the next. He just smiles again, sweetly, wickedly, and expertly rolls his hip until I shudder again. I've never been with an athlete like this before; his body is under his complete control. Not only does it look like poetry in motion, but he can do anything he wants with it. He's capable, strong, and making me wetter and hotter than I've ever dreamed I could be.

No matter how hot he is, one small corner in the back of my mind is telling me not to forget he's my client at the law firm. I shouldn't be here, I think, as I'm taken over by another wave of delicious tension in my core. I shouldn't be here, but I am, and it's the best thing I've ever felt in my life.

“Odell, you have the most amazing pussy,” he growls into my ear. “It feels so good, I almost can't control myself!”

I'd answer but I can't. I'm almost unable to form words at this point. It's not like it matters. I know my pleasure is written all over my face, and undulating all over his huge cock.

“Odell, I’m going to come, you ok?” He gyrates inside me, and I stretch my feet toward the ceiling as he reaches down and gently rubs my clit.

“Never better,” I try to say, but only pure moans escape my lips.

“Mmm I thought so,” he says, biting my neck and shoulder. “Odell, I'm gonna come,” he whispers. “You're making me come so hard.”

I answer by wrapping my legs around him as he convulses inside of me sending jets of his hot seed rushing into me. Over and over. I realize that I'm no longer in control of any of this. Sure, I started this thinking that I could just celebrate with a really hot piece of ass. Now, I’ve got all of these thoughts going through my head. He’s my client and business and bliss is inextricably tied together, but he's also given me more pleasure than I've ever felt in my life. On top of it all though, he's a man who can have anyone he wants. He can’t want anything serious—he got into this the same way I did, by picking up someone in a bar. Why am I letting my heart get involved, and why am I jeopardizing my success?

With that I feel my eyes beginning to fill with hot tears. It’s the stress, it’s the situation, it’s the fact that I’m completely exhausted, but I’m starting to feel like I’m falling for this man.

He collapses on top of me, breathing deeply and steadily.

“Oh my Lord, Odell, that was amazing,” he says softly. “You are incredible.” He kisses my neck and cheek.

I can't answer him, I just quickly wipe my eyes so that he doesn't see they're wet. I draw my nails gently up and down his broad, muscular back, in rhythm with his breathing.

“Hey, I promised you a drink,” he smiles, rolling off me. “Before we got into all this.”

“That you did,” I grin.

“What would you like?”

“Just water for me,” I say. “I guess I should be going soon, after all.”

“You don't have to go so fast if you don't want to,” he smiles. If he wasn’t Gryphon James, I would say it were a shy look. “You don't have anything too pressing to do tomorrow, do you?”

“Only keeping your ass out of jail,” I grin.

“Ah, yeah.” He turns away and looks at the ceiling. “That. For a lovely, freeing moment, I almost forgot about that.”

“Sorry, Griff,” I say. “But you have to admit that it is pretty important.” I stroke his arm. “For both of us.”

“Yeah. Anyway,” he turns to me and says, “you still want that drink?”

“Sure, thanks.”

He gets up, and I watch that ripped and sculpted body of his stretch out to its full glory. He puts on his boxer briefs. It's like a strip show, but only in reverse.

“Getting a good look?” he says, but this time he's smiling ear to ear.

“You bet,” I smile. “Hey, I hope you'd be doing the same to me if I were the one going around practically naked.”

“I'd do the same to you even if you were in a snowsuit,” he grins, and saunters out of the room.

I
pour
two glasses of wine and two glasses of water; one of which I down immediately before I fill it again. Like my trainer always says, hydration is important. Leaning against the counter, I wonder just what in sweet hell it is that I think I'm doing. If there's anyone to stay away from ... it's my lawyer. But I've always been attracted to the wrong women. Getting involved with Sabrina was just another example of my clearly poor judgment.

At the time I thought that she and I could be together, and that being together with her would be at best wonderful, and at worst, better than being alone forever. What I didn't count on was that she would want to take advantage of me and having my name dragged through the mud. Threaten to ruin me.

After my youth hardened me, my time in the foster home shaped me, and my parent’s relationship ended in its tragic way, I didn’t think I’d ever open myself up to anyone. When Sabrina came along, I somehow did. And if I was that wrong about Sabrina, how can I trust my judgment with Odell? My heart is opening to her now, I can feel it. And I know that’s dangerous territory, but I feel like it’s past the point of no return.

I think for a moment, then pour another glass of water. I worked hard today. On the field and in between the sheets. At least I'm good for something, I figure, as my mind turns to a more pleasant topic—the feeling of her legs and her pussy wrapped around me.

There’s a hand on my arm.

“Hey, Griff. What's on your mind?” Odell says softly, her eyes warm and soft. “Is everything all right?”

“Yeah,” I say and put down my glass. “I was just thinking about things. It’s nothing you need to trouble yourself with, though.”

“Look, I'm sorry I brought up the trial,” she says. “I didn't want to ruin the nice time we were having. I just want to make sure that everything goes as well as possible for you.”

“You didn't ruin anything.” We turn to each other and I take her in my arms. “Not at all. I don’t know why, but I started thinking about my past.”

She looks doubtful. “You want to talk about it?” she asks, her nose scrunching up. I give her a kiss. “Off the record, of course.”

“I dunno,” I say. “Is there anything to talk about?” I scratch my head. “I've made some poor choices in my life, but it's not surprising considering where I came from.”

“Where did you come from?” she asks, laying her head on my chest. Her nails run up and down my back, sending tingles through my body.

“Is that something that you really want to know?”

“If you want to tell me.” She pulls away for a second and looks up at me, her big doe eyes so soft and beautiful.

And I guess I do, because I find myself talking. Telling her about growing up in the trailer park, my mom was a mess and my dad even worse, until she shot him for cheating on her. Shot him dead and went to jail. How I was so skinny, because even when we did have food in the cupboards, I was too anxious to eat. I’d just hide food in my room, even though I never did get around to eating it. My stomach was always too upset. How they moved me into the foster system and my foster dad beat me. How I had to fight to get anything I could in that home, how my foster sister was even worse off, but kept a smile on her face. How I didn't fit in with all the rich kids at my high school. How they treated me like a second-class citizen until I worked out and got big and muscular, and made their football team a national sensation. How I made the first real friends of my life in Brooks U, and belonged somewhere real for the first time. How all my friends, Kaden, Mack, Jackson, Brando and all the rest of the gang got picked up to different teams, and I lost my crew. Sure, we're still friends and we see each other on the field every now and then when our teams compete, but it doesn't mean we still can have each other's backs in the same way we once did. We weren’t just a team, but a real gang of friends, not like in the pros.

I miss those guys. In fact, this is the first time I’ve really been able to let go and open myself up to someone since I had them in my life. Guy friends who didn’t need anything from me but friendship, and who would be there for me.

And I guess that's what left me vulnerable to a girl like Sabrina. She seemed to know sports, and she said all the right things at the right times, until she also said things to get me into more trouble than I've ever been in my life. She wanted my money, and if she couldn't marry me, the second best way to get it was to sue me.

Odell listens quietly to the words pouring out of me until they finally slow and come to a halt.

“Look,” she says finally, lightly running her hand up and down my arm. “I get some of the things you're dealing with. I do.” She clears her throat, and then her voice vibrates in a soft purr against my chest. “Not everything, for sure, but I can empathize. Life hasn't been a walk in the park for me either. I know just how shitty people can be. But I haven’t gone through the same things as you, and I can't imagine what a lot of those things were like. In my case, my parents were upper class, and they wanted the most for me. But that didn't mean that they supported me in any way other than with their financial means. They just wanted me to be the best in whatever I was doing, and if I wasn't, then I wasn't one of them. I was ostracized. Not a proper “Williams.” And when I did succeed, it was all just to be expected and they took no notice. So I didn't have much of a home life at all. I was raised by nannies, and you were raised by foster parents. I'm not saying my life was anywhere as hard as yours has been, I’m just saying that we're not as different as we might seem, you and I.”

“So you became a lawyer like I became a football player.” I nod. “Right out of high school, you knew what you wanted to do and you knew how to succeed.”

“Yeah,” she sighs. “I did it to try to prove something to my family, and to myself. And you know, they still don't care that much. They didn't even come to my graduation, barely even acknowledged it when I made partner. I’m sure they look down on the accomplishment because my dad was involved in this firm, and I share his last name, and that helps when you’re trying to get ahead. Still I couldn’t have done it if I hadn’t’ve worked my ass off every waking hour of every day in college. Anyway, all that doesn't matter to me right now. What matters is that I am a hard worker, and I am
good
. Just as good as you are on the field. And I am going to figure out exactly how to get this Sabrina Forbes person off your back, so that you can live your life freely, so that you can concentrate on playing your game. It's going to be my own personal mission.”

I didn't realize exactly how much stress I was under, but as she speaks, it ebbs away in a long slow exhale. Maybe I can trust her after all? Maybe she’s not like the rest of the women who’ve taken it upon themselves to make my life difficult.

It would be nice to trust someone in this life, besides my old friends at Brooks U. But if I trust her with my heart, is it all going to turn out like it did with Sabrina? Like, once the first flush of being with the big star QB is over, she'll just try to take me for whatever she can get? Or worse, leave?

“My personal mission,” she says, looking me in the eyes and punctuating her sentences by a tap on my naked pecs.

I'm on the edge of this leap of faith, but I'm not sure I can fall over the edge. I have been in this place one too many times, and I can't pretend that just because I feel something strong doesn't mean it's not dangerous.

But by the way she's looking at me, I don't know if I can walk away either.

“It feels like it's a bit late to say this, but Odell ... can we take things slow?” I tilt her head up gently to look in her eyes.

“Yeah,” she says quickly. She looks away. “Of course, we can. I wouldn't want it any other way.” She sees the glass of water and turns away to take a long draw. “That's better.” When she looks back at me, she’s smiling, but it’s colder. Emptier. “Anyway, like I said, I guess I better be going. Big day tomorrow.”

“Odell,” I say.

“Hey, it's all right.” Now her eyes are different. They're more guarded. Somehow closed. But she's still smiling. I’ve hurt her. “It's been really fun, Griff. And now that I know your name, it's nice to be able to yell it in bed.” Her smirk belies her pain. I know that well.

I grab her and plant a long, slow, lingering kiss on her mouth.

“It's more than that,” I whisper. She smiles again, but turns away. “What we have.”

“I'm going to get dressed,” she says softly as she pulls away.

“Can I give you a ride?” I ask.

“Nah, I'mma just call an Uber. It's no problem.” Her voice is bright again. False.

“Ok, well I think we have a meeting tomorrow, so I'll see you then,” I tell her. I hope she's not pissed off at me. “I need you on my side, you know,” I wink.

“Oh hell yes you do,” she grins. “That is for sure.” She breaks away and goes to grab her clothes.

I slug down some wine to quell that feeling in my stomach and follow her. She's pulling on her shirt, her lovely, lithe brown body moving gracefully. When it's over her head, she affixes me with her eyes.

“You getting a good look?” She smiles, throwing my line back at me like a comeback pass.

“Doing my best,” I grin. “Hey. You know I don't mean that we should stop seeing one another, right Odell?” I ask her. “Because seeing you like this makes me want to see a hell of a lot more of you... right now.”

She brightens and playfully swats me as I pull her into my arms. “Are you serious, Mr. Take-Things-Slow?” she asks.

“Serious as a heart attack,” I say. “I can't help it. I want you again.” I grab her around the waist.

“So wait,” she says, pulling away. “You're sure that the reason Sabrina charged you is to extort money from you, right?” she asks. “But do you have any proof? Anything at all?”

“We're going to talk about that whole mess again?” I ask, disappointed. “Right now?” I stroke her cheek and her neck. “Can't we save that for the meeting? I’d rather concentrate on other things since I have you naked in front of me.”

“Well once my brain gets going on a topic, it's really hard for me to get off of it.”

“I take that as a personal challenge,” I say, drawing her close to me again. “Getting your mind off of all that? Piece of cake.”

“Oh, I know that,” she smiles wickedly. “Believe me, I know that better than anybody. But you know that feeling when you're bringing the ball down the field, and you want to make a touchdown, how everything else disappears and you'll do anything to get it?”

“I do,” I smile. “Yes.” I felt that a few times tonight. It's one of the main pleasures of my life.

“Well that's how I feel when I have to win a case, and I believe I can.” Her gorgeous eyes narrow. “And you're my touchdown right now, Gryphon James.”

“I can see why you're a good lawyer.” Her hard-core determination is obvious. And attractive. And reassuring.

“So if you don't have proof, I have to find some.” Now it's her turn to kiss me on the cheek. I grab her ass and give it a good squeeze as she stands on her tiptoes to reach my rough, stubble-shadowed jaw.

“Well if you can do that, more power to you,” I say.

“See you in the meeting tomorrow, champ,” she says and pats me on my ass. “Isn't that how they do it on the field?”

“That's how they do it, but this is how I do it—to you,” I smile, and grab her luscious ass to persuade her one last time into round two.

She melts against me now, and I feel her resistance weakening, and her desire taking over. I’ve never been with a woman like her and she drives me wild—the way she kisses me and our tongues intermingle, twining together she squeezes me closer.

I want to claim her—take her as mine, write MINE across her, sign my name on her pussy. I want her more than I’ve wanted anyone in my entire life. My hands trace the hem of the shirt she just put on and pull it up over her head. She’s squirming in my arms. Slipping my hand underneath the waistband of her the lacy thong, I draw it slowly down her legs this time and she steps out of it. She kisses me hard, her lips soft, her tongue wild.

Damn, I could fuck this girl forever. I love feasting my hands on her beautiful body. Every curve of her figure, the softness of her taut skin, and the raging heat between us. I grind up against her as she wraps her legs around me. Every swipe of her tongue sends electricity down to my cock, making me harder and harder. I can sense how ready she is for me right now, but I’m teasing her, taking my time to enjoy each jolt of electricity that we’re sending through each other.

I pull off each last wisp of fabric, and she stretches her arms over her head, her breasts standing at attention. My tongue swirls over her skin, hot and salty in my mouth. She kneels down, looking up at me, eyes wide. Her hand grasps my hard length, and her she kisses and licks me.

Before she takes my cock into her mouth, I tilt her chin up and run my thumb over her rose-petal lips. She kisses my fingers, taking one into her mouth, a prelude to sucking my cock, teasing me back. Then she runs her tongue over the head of my cock and swallows me so I’m inside her mouth. As she swirls her tongue around the head, I’m overcome and need her to take me in, the full length pushing down into her throat. She responds, opening up and moaning vibrations through my stiff length.

“Yeah, that's it, good girl,” I murmur. My head falls back. She wraps her lips around me and draws my cock deep inside her again and again as she slips her tongue around the most sensitive parts. Her hands are running up and down my legs, my sack, my ass, until I need to pound myself inside her. I have to fuck her sweet little pussy.

Dragging her over to the bed this time, I lay her down, and kiss down the length of her body. She’s squealing, and when I plunge into her sweet softness, it's beyond any pleasure I’ve ever felt. Everything about her, the way she smells, tastes, feels—it’s perfection. Our hips buck wildly as we fuck, tempting and teasing and dying to get closer. There’s a hot core of energy building and building inside me. I try to keep myself under control, I want to fuck her forever, but the contractions from her pussy as she comes push me over the edge. I’m falling into her. We’re crying out, screaming each other’s names, writhing, bucking. I jet inside her, and I watch her face change as she hits orgasm one more time. Our bodies shiver and quake and finally come to rest, and for a long time the only sound in the room is our breathing synching as we recover.