Seduced by the Game (12 page)

With a definite air of
appreciation, she looked him up and down before removing her own jeans. He got
into bed and held out a hand for her.

“You have condoms, right?”

“Yes.” He silently said a
prayer of thanks he’d tossed a box into his shopping basket the other day when
he’d been feeling horny.

She climbed in and he
rolled on top of her, keeping his weight on his forearms and knees. She
whispered, “Kiss me.”

“Gladly.” Scott explored
her mouth leisurely, then with more intent, and soon she’d palmed his ass
cheeks, pushing her pelvis up into him. “Time for the hood.”

With reluctance, he knelt
back on his heels and reached into the nightstand drawer. Realizing he’d have
to get off her to get his briefs off and the condom on, he pushed to his feet
and accomplished both with an eager quickness. When his dick sprang free, he
heard a little noise of surprise from Hannah and had to hide a chuckle,
wondering what was going on inside her head to have produced that sound.

Back in bed, he removed
her panties, dropping them on the floor beside the bed before spreading her
legs and wedging himself between them. Scott lined his cock up with her
entrance and watched Hannah’s face closely for signs of pain or distress as he
slowly slid inside. When he’d seated himself to the hilt, he stopped and took a
deep breath. She felt amazing.

Hannah shifted and he
prayed for control. “Move, please. I need you. Move.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Scott began
to pull out slowly before thrusting back inside and Hannah’s back arched.

“Ahh!”

“Still with me?”

“Yeah.” The word came out
breathy, and Scott took that as a sign he should continue. Gradually he sped up
until he was pounding into Hannah and she’d thrown both her arms and legs
around him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

He reared back and felt
for her clit. “I want you to come for me.”

“Help me, help me,” she
cried, moving in counterpoint to him.

His hand sped up, rubbing
over her distended clit. “What do you need?”

“That, yes…that.” He was
still giving her shallow thrusts, which was about all he could manage at this
angle, but she didn’t seem to mind. After a couple of minutes everything tightened
around him – her limbs, her pussy – and she cried out as her release hit her.
Finally he let himself go too and collapsed on top of her a short time later,
remembering to pull out and roll onto his back so he wasn’t crushing the poor
girl.

“Wow.”

“Mmm.” Hannah seemed
already half-asleep, and with a small smile, Scott rose to dispose of the
condom and wash up a bit. By the time he got back, Hannah was curled into a
small ball, already fast asleep.

* * * *

Sleeping like the dead,
Hannah still wasn’t surprised when she felt the head of Scott’s cock nudging
against her backside as his fingers reached to fondle her breasts and then
between her legs.

She opened a bit to give
him better access, and he ran his fingertips around and around until she wanted
to beg him to zero in on her now-throbbing clit. She nearly leapt off the bed
when he attacked it a moment later. Crying out, she widened her legs still more
and whimpered as he brought her to a quick completion.

Then she heard the tearing
of plastic followed by fumbling under the covers as he protected himself.
Rolling her over, he entered her with a hard thrust and they rocked and pounded
together for the short length of time it took him to come.

Middle of the night sex
wasn’t anything she’d ever tried, and with Scott, it was definitely exciting.
She’d never felt anything like it. He was incredible.

They both drifted back to
sleep after he’d rid himself of the condom and woke up late with the sun
shining on Central Park. It was Sunday morning and she usually went to church,
but couldn’t drum up the enthusiasm to crawl out of his bed and act productive.

She heard him moan as he
awoke, and he quickly wrapped his arm around her waist. “Uhm, you’re nice to
wake up with.”

Hannah snuggled back
against him and wondered if he’d want to have sex again before she left. She
got her answer a few minutes later, and eventually they rolled out of bed and
headed to the shower. After drying off with his big, fluffy towels, she admired
Scott’s body for the umpteenth time. He looked at her and grinned.

“I hope you don’t expect
to get busy again for a while. I’m gonna need some recovery time. But you were
great, sweetheart. Sex has never been like that for me.” His tone was one of
wonder, and Hannah couldn’t help but think he might be telling the truth. It
was hard to fake something like that. “I want to do it over and over again.
Where are those little blue pills when you need them?”

Hannah highly doubted
Scott had any need for Viagra, but grinned back. “I think you did fine without
them.”

He actually turned a
little pink.
Oh man, that’s freaking adorable.
“You’ve done something to
me, you little vixen. Are you a witch? A fairy? What?”

She wrapped the towel
around her torso and thrust out a saucy hip. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Then
she ran to the bedroom and grabbed her clothes off the floor before he could
come after her.

“No need to panic,” he
told her with a laugh when he walked in. “I couldn’t get it up again right now
if I tried. You’re safe.”

She didn’t know whether to
pout or to feel relief. “I’m hungry. I didn’t have anything to eat last night
except a slice of pizza at the game and that half an order of French fries
afterward.”

“I make some mean
pancakes, and I think I still have about half a bag of frozen blueberries. Are
you game?”

“Oh, I love blueberry
pancakes.”

They ate every last bite
of the pancakes, and regrettably soon Hannah was standing at the door, trying
to say good-bye to him, but he wasn’t letting her go easily.

His arms encircled her
waist, holding her tight to him. “When can I see you again?”

“I’m not sure. I’ll have
to check my calendar. I have a big ad presentation to create this week and it
might take some overtime.”

“Call me then?”

“Uh, sure.”

Scott pulled back to spear
her with narrowed eyes. “Hannah? That sounded like a ‘well, that was fun, but
let’s not do it again’ tone of voice.”

“No. No, really. It just
happened so fast. I need to step back and think.”

He pulled her to him once
more, hugging her tight. “I don’t want you to think. I want you to feel.”

“Please, Scott. Give me a
little time.”

He searched her eyes and
she let him. His expression turned resigned and he relented. “All right, but
don’t think too much and don’t forget what it was like between us last night
and this morning, and I’m not just talking about the sex. We had fun.”

She sighed and gave him a
quick kiss. “How could I forget?”

He stuffed a twenty in her
pocket for the cab and she tried to protest, but he insisted. “I’d have taken
you myself, but we have a short practice in an hour and I have to get going.
Take care of yourself. I
will
call you.” He kissed her back, more
lingeringly, and stepped away from the door to allow her to leave.

* * * *

Soon, with a small wave as
the elevator door shut, she was ensconced in the cocoon of metal, marble, and
mahogany. Hannah leaned against the wall for the quick trip down. She closed
her eyes.
What am I going to do about Scott?

In the afternoon, Hannah
tried to clean and do laundry, but after a while she gave it up as a lost
cause. All she could think about was last night. He had said this morning that
it had never been like that for him and she’d been tempted to reply the same.
Not even close. Ultimately though, she didn’t have the nerve to admit it to
him.

Normally, when she
actually slept with a guy, which wasn’t often, Hannah let the man take the
lead. He’d kiss her a while, then slowly undress her and nudge her toward the
bed, almost always underneath him. And she liked that. It was comfortable. But
last night she’d practically leapt on his lap and begged him to do more. Yes,
she’d freaked at first and demanded her shirt back, and yet seemingly minutes
later, Hannah had yanked it off on her own. She didn’t recognize herself when
she thought back over the night.

The telephone rang and she
startled. It couldn’t be Scott already.
Oh, God. What if it is? What’ll I
say?
She picked it up cautiously anyway and said hello, then rolled her
eyes as she realized she had caller ID and hadn’t even thought to check it.

“Hannah?”

“Tammi,” she said, letting
out a relieved breath. The feeling was short-lived, though. Immediately, Hannah
realized Tammi would want to know all about last night, and she wasn’t sure she
was ready to talk about it yet. But she knew it was useless to try to steer her
sister away from the topic. She and Tammi could never keep anything a secret
between them. With another deep breath, Hannah waited for what she knew was
coming.

“So. Tell me all about
your evening last night after you left us to fend for ourselves. The juicy
parts anyway.”

“Hah. You were fending
away there pretty good when we left. I doubt you even noticed us going. Or came
up for air.”

“Oh, I noticed. Yowza. I
never realized how hot Scott Richards was. What man candy! And he had eyes only
for you. The rest of us could have blown away in a breeze and he wouldn’t have
been any the wiser as long as you were in front of him. Spill! Did you two get
it on?”

Hannah briefly debated how
much to say.
Screw it, she’s gonna get it out of me anyway.
“Oh, yes.
And on and on and on.”

A screech came through the
phone. “Get out!”

“He got to me. I don’t
know what it was, but he turned me on so fast and so hard, I couldn’t see
straight.”

“Did he seem as turned on
by you?”

“I don’t think there was
any doubt about what he felt. He was ready the minute we walked in his door.”

“Oh my God. Wait. Let me
grab a glass of ice water. I’m getting a little overheated here.” The phone
clunked down on something, and she came back about a minute later. “Can you
imagine if we were both married to hockey players? It’d be like some kind of
weird karma.”

“Wait, wait, wait. We’re
not going there. Certainly not yet. This is all happening way too quickly.”

“But it
could
happen. You said it was hot last night. Heat like that doesn’t come without
emotion.”

“I liked him. I didn’t
expect to, but I did. He’s friendly, courteous, humble in a way…”

“You make him sound like a
Boy Scout.”

Hannah snorted. “He’s no
Boy Scout. But he does seem a little different than what I thought I knew about
hockey players. For one thing, he said he hasn’t had many lovers and doesn’t
like the puck bunny sort. Of course, he was trying to get me into bed at the
time, but I think he was sincere. Plus he was quieter that I thought he’d be,
at least when he wasn’t begging me to have sex again.” She chuckled.

“I’m not sure why you’ve
always figured hockey players were all cut out from the same women-chasing,
arrogant cloth. Darren isn’t like that.”

“You
have
told me
some stories…”

“Sure, some of them are
like that, but so are guys who don’t play hockey. Most of the other players I
know are pretty much regular guys.”

“Yeah, that seemed like
Scott actually. He surprised me.”

“Well, there you go.”

“But you know me. I’ve
never dated a whole lot and rarely had lovers. Meeting Scott last night and
hitting it off sexually so fast has blown my mind a little. I need to think.”

“Yeah. I’ve seen you think
your way out of other relationships.”

“Not really. And even if I
did that, it was because the relationship wasn’t right, the guy wasn’t right.”

The doorbell on her
townhouse rang and she glanced at it. “Huh. Someone’s at my front door. I need
to go answer it.”

“Okay. I’ll be home all
night if you want to talk again.”

“Gotcha. Bye!”

Hannah ran to the front
door and pulled it open, hoping it wasn’t Scott. She wasn’t ready to see him
again. It was a delivery service and she let out a sigh of relief. The boy
handed her a package after she verified who she was and then called out, “Have
a nice day,” as he pivoted to jog back to his car.

She carried it to the
table and fetched her kitchen shears. It seemed soft, but a little heavy too.
Carefully, she cut off the wrapper so she wouldn’t damage what was beneath.
Spreading the paper and tape, she pulled out something blue. She held it up in
the air and shook it out. It was a jersey for his team. With a laugh, she
turned it around and saw the Richards on the back and number twenty-eight.
Turning it back to the front, she saw his signature scrawled in marker across
the logo. “With love, Scott.”