Playbook (The Holland Brothers 2), page 24
“Ummm…” The blonde turns to the brunette and they exchange a look before their stares return to London. “Excuse us. We were talking to him.”
“I know, and now you’re not.”
They scoff and then share a laugh. I’m still not sure what’s happening, but London crosses her arms and straightens, giving her maybe another half inch in height.
“Who are you?” one asks.
“His girlfriend. And I’d appreciate it if you kept your hands off him.”
“Girlfriend?” Their stares lift to mine. I don’t mean to grin, but it’s hard not to right now.
“Yes,” London chirps back. And if I didn’t know better, I’d say she sounds a little smug.
“Sorry, we didn’t know,” the blonde says.
“Well, now you do.”
They hesitate, give me one last longing look like I might stop them from going, then start to walk off.
“Oh, and by the way…” London’s words trail off until the women pause and give her their attention. “He’s not just the hottest professional athlete in Arizona. He’s a good guy who cares about his friends and being a decent human.”
“Ummm…okay.”
“And he’s the hottest professional athlete anywhere, not just in Arizona.”
The girls finally shuffle away awkwardly and London swivels around to face me. Her expression is timid like she’s scared of my reaction. “What was that?” I ask, laughing. My chest is light and a giddy feeling spreads through me.
“I’m sorry. I probably shouldn’t have done that.” Her face scrunches up. “She was touching you and I just lost it.”
“Oh my god, I think I’m in love with you.”
“What?” Her pupils blow up and she recoils like she’s in shock.
“You looked like you were seconds away from clawing her eyes out or throwing a punch. Do you even know how to throw a punch?” I’m real interested in knowing the answer to that and maybe seeing it in action.
“She put her hands on my man. I mean, at least as far as everyone else knows you’re my man. You were right, we should take a photo and post it on your social media.”
I get my phone out immediately and snap one of us, then post it without bothering with a caption.
“Just like that? I didn’t even get to check it to make sure I look okay.”
“You look beautiful. Trust me.” I pocket my phone. “So, not the kind of girlfriend who lets other women hit on your man, huh? I like it.”
She rolls her eyes at me, but I am serious. I want that look of fiery possession on her face and aimed at me always.
“Is there a whole list of women you’ve scared off from hitting on ex-boyfriends? Maybe a support group you could offer them, because frankly they look like they might need a safe place to express their feelings.”
“No.” She laughs and crosses her arms over her chest. “I’m not the jealous type.”
“No?” She’s kidding, right? If that wasn’t jealousy, I don’t know what it was.
“Random strangers shouldn’t just walk up to you and put their hands on you. Guy or girl. It’s rude.”
It is, but I guess I never minded much before. Now I just want London’s hands on me, and I think she feels the same.
“So, if it wasn’t a stranger, say it was someone I knew, then it’d be okay?” I step closer until our chests brush. She has to tilt her head back to look up at me, and I bring a hand up to the back of her neck.
“Theoretically.”
“I’d like to test that theory, but I’m too turned on and I need to be inside you.” I take her hand and lead us back through the club to the exit.
“Where are we going?” she asks, voice strained with laughter as she takes little quick steps to keep up with me. I slow down so she doesn’t have to hurry, but everything in me wants to rush.
Outside, the limo driver is standing at the front of the vehicle smoking a cigarette.
“Hey, man,” I say when he spots us and pushes off like he’s preparing to get back in to drive us. “I need to talk to my girl. Mind if we sit in the car for a few minutes?”
He hesitates. He knows exactly what I want to do in his back seat, and it isn’t talk.
“I’ll pay you double for tonight.”
A smile slowly curves his lips. “It’s all yours.”
I open the back door and help London in before following and shutting us in. It’s dark with only a little of the light from outside getting in through the tinted windows.
“You’re incredible. You know that?” I frame her face with both hands and kiss her with an urgency that steals my breath.
“You’re pretty incredible yourself.” She kisses me back with a desperation that I feel to my core. Maybe we’re not the same in a lot of ways but right now we want each other with the same voracity. “Every woman in this city thinks so.”
I’ve got her in my lap, sitting on my dick as I slide my hands up the hem of her dress. Her skin is like velvet and she shudders as the tips of my fingers reach the apex of her thighs.
“Wait. There’s something I’ve always wanted to do in a limo.”
Before I can question her, she slides off my lap to the seat next to me.
There’s a spark in her eyes as she goes for the button on my pants.
“I think I like where this is going,” I say, voice rough with need for her.
God, the way she smiles at me while getting my pants undone and pulling my dick out is like she’s unwrapping a present.
“I think you lied about the sock.”
“The what?” My mind can’t make sense of much right now, but I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t follow that sentence even if she wasn’t wrapping her fingers around the base of my cock.
“You told me in one of your letters that you had a sock in your underwear for the model campaign.” She wraps her lips around the head and takes me into her mouth.
My head falls back against the headrest as she glides so slowly down until I’m hitting the back of her throat. She moves off just as slowly, releasing me with a pop.
There’s a satisfied smirk on her face when she looks up at me. “You don’t need any help in that department.”
“Better look a little closer just to be sure.” I guide her head back down over me while she giggles, teeth lightly scraping me. I’m so turned on. So close. So totally and completely gone. Everything she does is sexy as fuck.
“Damn, London. That’s so good. I don’t want you to stop.”
“I wasn’t planning on it,” she says, around my mouthful.
With a tortured groan, I pull her back onto my lap. “I made you a promise, and I’m dangerously close to not being able to fulfill it.”
Kissing her, I pull her hair to one side so I can trail my lips down over the slender column of her neck.
“So sexy,” I whisper, nipping at the skin. “So beautiful.”
She grinds over me, making my dick twitch.
“Slide those panties off, sweetheart.”
While she does, I grab a condom from my wallet and cover myself. I take the balled-up panties in her hand and shove them in my pocket, then guide her back down on my lap. The head of my cock slides against her sensitive skin and she lets out a little moan, head dropping to my shoulder.
I take her chin with my thumb and pointer finger, bringing her mouth to mine and kissing her hard and deep. The same way I plan to fuck her.
When I can’t wait any longer, I gently lift her, guiding her back down on me slowly. With my hands on either side of her waist, I move her up and down.
“I love it when you do that,” she says. Her hands press against the window behind me while I drive into her.
“Oh god.” She slaps the window, and I increase the pace.
“Brogan.” The way she says my name, frantic and loud like she doesn’t give a shit who hears her, makes a heady possessiveness take hold of me. Mine. It’s all I can think. This girl is mine and I want everyone to know it.
She comes still screaming my name and banging the window. She finally pushes against me, bouncing in my lap like she can’t help herself. I grab her by the sash and bring her mouth to mine as my orgasm splinters through me.
Mine. “Fucking mine.”
We come down from the high of our post-orgasm bliss slowly. I run my hand down the back of her head, keeping her against my chest where I can feel her heart beating.
I glance back at the window behind me and chuckle. Her handprints are all over it.
She glances up to see why I’m laughing and gives me a rueful smile. “Now everyone knows you’re a taken man.”
“I don’t care who else knows as long as you do.” My heart does a funny leap thing in my chest. “I’m yours, sweetheart. In case that wasn’t obvious, I’m telling you outright. I don’t want anyone else but you.”
“Good. Because I was so jealous at the thought of you hooking up with those women inside that I think my blood pressure is still too high.”
I already knew it, but hearing her confirm it sends another rush of pleasure through me.
“Let’s do this for real. Me and you.”
She studies me, lips parting, and chest rising and falling as she catches her breath. I’m not sure if she understands the full weight of my words. I’m not sure I do. I just know I need her like I’ve never needed anyone.
“If we’re half as good together as we are when we’re faking it, then we’ll be the happiest couple I know,” I say in case she still needs convincing.
“I thought,” she starts and then stops herself. “What about everything you said about not wanting anything serious during your rookie year, enjoying being single, and all that?”
Maybe Archer was right. I can be in this with her for real. The thought scares and excites me in equal measure. “Things change.”
She says nothing, just smiles and lets her teeth graze over her bottom lip. Then ever so slightly, she nods.
“Yeah? We’re doing this for real?” I ask, maybe just a tad too eagerly. I want to fist-pump or scream. Fuck it. I tip my head back to the ceiling of the limo. “Fuck yeah.”
TWENTY-NINE
“Tonight was perfect.” My sister’s eyes are barely open as she leans forward to hug me. “I love you so much. You’re the best big sis ever.”
“I love you too,” I say, laughing softly. I think this is the drunkest I’ve ever seen my baby sister. “Take some Advil before you go to bed and call me in the morning. We can grab coffee or something if you feel up to it.”
“Yeah, that sounds great.” She pulls back and stumbles into her fiancé. He’s not nearly as bad off as her, and I’m thankful she has someone to look after her.
They start up the sidewalk to their apartment and I turn to face Brogan. The limo is still idling at the curb and it’s just the two of us.
“So…” he says with a wicked grin. “Wanna have a sleepover?”
We go back to my place because it’s closer. There’s an awkward moment as soon as we step into the dark, silent apartment.
“Alec is visiting his parents in Tucson this weekend,” I say, in case he doesn’t realize that we are alone all night.
“Good.” He gets a devilish glint in his eye. “We don’t have to worry about being quiet.”
Brogan scoops me up and carries me to my bedroom. He leaves the door open and sets me on the bed. The way he looks at me makes my skin tingle and my pulse race. He has this way of making me feel like the most special person in the world.
I thought I got it when I first met him—the charisma, the good looks, it all made sense why women and just people in general flock to him. He is still all those things. He’s funny and goofy and so hot that it takes my breath away, but it’s also the way he makes others feel. The way he makes me feel. He drowns out the noise and all the critical things I’ve heard or thought.
He undresses me like it’s a sacred act, kissing me and telling me how beautiful I am. I answer in moans and murmurs. When I’m naked beneath him, he takes me in with a low growl of approval.
“I’m the luckiest guy in the whole world.” His fingers graze tenderly down my side.
Taking off his clothes is a much more frantic endeavor. I loop my arms around his back and clutch him to me. The head of his dick nudges my entrance and I still, then push down onto him.
“One sec, sweetheart. I need to get a condom.”
I don’t release him. “It’s okay. I’m on birth control and I haven’t been with anyone but you since the last time I was at the doctor.”
His brows pinch together like he’s not certain.
“I mean if it’s okay with you,” I add.
“I was tested right after we started this arrangement. I’m good and I haven’t been with anyone else. You trust me?”
There’s something in his voice, like he still isn’t sure it’s a good idea.
“We don’t have to. I have condoms.” I move to roll off the bed, but he stops me.
“No, I want to. God, do I want to. I just can’t believe you’re real sometimes.” He grins. “You’re more than I deserve.”
“That’s not true.”
“It is, but I’m gonna do my best to make it up to you with multiple orgasms.” He pushes into me slowly. My eyes close and my body tenses as he fills me. He’s big and thick and the sensation of him inside me with no barrier is so good that I already feel like I’m on the brink of coming.
He takes both of my hands in one of his and holds them over my head, pinned against the mattress as he thrusts in and out. Our mouths are inches apart. His ragged breaths mix with mine as he fucks me hard and fast.
“Sweetheart,” he grits out. “Fuck, London.”
My name on his lips in such a tortured tone sends me over the edge. It’s too fast. I don’t want it to be over.
I’m still coming down from the high of it when he flips me over. He wraps one hand around my stomach to hold me up as he takes me from behind. I cry out again, another orgasm building on the brink of the last. His lips graze my back, placing tender kisses as he slams into me. It’s so Brogan. Tender and passionate even when he’s destroying my body.
“Oh fuck,” he says, and then groans with his cock buried to the hilt. He pulls out and turns me back over. He sits back on the bed and then pulls me onto his lap. I love that he can never make up his mind which way he wants me. Sex with Brogan is an adventure.
“Ride my dick, sweetheart.”
“Only because you asked so nicely,” I taunt. Or I try to. The eager way I scramble to impale myself on him probably doesn’t make it very believable.
We both still as I sit on him. He’s buried so deep, the walls of my pussy clenching around him. My heart hammers in my chest, and my skin is slick with a thin coat of sweat. My body is on fire.
“You feel too good,” I say as I slowly move.
“Like heaven.” His hands go to my hips. He doesn’t try to take over, but his fingers dig into my flesh as I glide up and down, gaining speed with each bounce.
I can tell he’s close, but trying to hold off, and that just makes me want to push him over the edge more. Watching him come undone is my favorite thing. This gorgeous guy, who could have any girl he wants, wants me.
My hands move to his shoulders and I push my tits out into his face. He wastes no time giving them attention. He takes one nipple into his mouth and sucks, then the other. I roll my hips and move faster. I don’t give him any chance to try to hold back. I fuck him until he’s too delirious with lust to worry about getting me off.
He comes with a growl that vibrates in his chest. One of his big hands moves down between us and his thumb circles over my clit, sending me careening into ecstasy right along with him.
After my three orgasms, we go to the kitchen to look for snacks. I’m sitting on the countertop, legs dangling and wearing only Brogan’s button-down shirt from earlier. He stands between my legs in his boxer briefs.
I grab another handful of grapes. He parts his lips and I bring two up and pop them into his mouth, then eat the other two myself.
“You’ve never had a pet…ever?” My brows lift in question. I don’t remember how we got on the topic at this point, but after I told Brogan about all the animals Sierra and I convinced our parents to get us growing up, he admitted he’d never had one.
“No.” He shakes his head and reaches over to the bowl for more grapes.
“What about a fish or a pet rock?”
One side of his mouth lifts into a smile. “Oh, wait. Once in third grade, I got to bring home the class hamster for a night.”
“That doesn’t count.”
We share a grin.
“Do you like animals?”
“Sure.” He shrugs.
“What’s your favorite animal?”
He thinks for a moment and while he does, he runs his palms up and down my thighs. “Pet animal or any?”
“Both.”
“Dog, probably. I like that you can train them to do cool stuff. But my favorite of all animals is probably a rabbit.”
“Rabbit,” I repeat. “Why?”
I expected him to say lion or cheetah or something big and strong. A rabbit??
“Yeah, they’re soft and fast and they have those big floppy ears.” He reads my surprised expression and adds, “And at Easter they bring all kinds of candy.”
I burst out laughing. The movement makes me tilt forward and I rest my head on his shoulder.
“Rabbits are awesome. Don’t laugh at my favorite animal.”
“No. I’m not,” I say, but I can’t seem to stop.
His hands move up under the shirt and he starts to tickle my sides. I’m not normally this ticklish, but my skin is oversensitive from the night and him and the giddy bubble that we seem to be floating inside.
His hands stop and flatten against my side and my laughter dies off. I look up at him into his dark eyes.
“You never stop surprising me,” I tell him.
“I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not.”
“It’s very good. Never a dull moment.”
“Dull doesn’t sound so bad as long as you’re around.”
