sports-romance

Rumors get started with a kernel of truth

On and off the field, you're my hardest fall, Zoe. No one ever compared. No one ever will.

I__ going to kiss you.__nother whimper, but she didn__ jerk from his hold. __ know, and that__ an extremely bad idea.

She reeked of respectability and sophistication, and he went hard on a helpless surge of lust.

If I__ not mistaken, he__ bragging about his accuracy and prowess__ A bark of male laughter came through the phone__ earpiece and Piper finished on a squeak, __n his sport.___ice clarification, sweetheart, but it ain__ bragging when it__ the truth.

Takin_ it to ISIS, man!_ Blue Jacket thumped his chest twice, and I read the saying on his shirt: Turning ISIS into WASWAS.

Even if he survived the Sorcerer, there would always be another Sorcerer, bigger and more dangerous than the last. It was just a matter of time until he died the kind of gruesome death that was the very reason people had paralyzing phobias of heights.

One hit, one moan of fractured air, one solid impact and the man went down.

So on a scale of one to Adele, how bad was this breakup?

This what you want, huh?_ He pulled her hips off the wall with his spare hand to fit snug against his body. __e using you like this?_ His head lowered to her other breast, replacing the pinching with suction, soothing the stinging tip as his fingers tortured the other. Yes. This. Them using each other. That was what she wanted. What the hell was wrong with that? The irrational anger she__ felt in the car boiled up in her again. __uck you,_ she panted, grounding her head and shoulder blades against the wall as her left hand ploughed into his hair and she twisted her fingers hard. He didn__ even flinch and that just made her madder.

Shhh,_ he whispered, his breath hot at her ear. His cock was hot too, poised at her entrance. __ike this. I want to fuck you just like this. From behind. With your clothes on and your tits out and people on the street below completely oblivious. Stay really quiet._ He flexed then and pushed himself inside her but not all the way. __h god yes, fuuuuck.

His woman. Part of her knew she should object to the wording. She wasn__ his woman. They weren__ together like that. But the heaviness between her legs was blooming into something much fuller and fuck it, she liked the way it sounded on his lips while he pinned her to the railing and publically groped her.

I saw you on that field tonight, you rugby guys look like you were born knowing how to fuck.

So you know how to ride a horse and muster and...stuff.__e laughed. __es. I know how to do stuff._ He squeezed her ass again and muscles deep and low responded. __ountry boys know how to do all kinds of stuff.

The noise of his zip was like the drag of a fingernail down her spine, and Juliet moaned, helpless to stop, as he pushed first his jeans, then his underwear, down and off. He stood tall and proud in front of her, his abs taut, his shoulders back, his stare still fixed between her legs, dark and hooded and intense.His nudity was breathtaking, his cock jutting out thick and hard as he shoved his hands on his hips. It was a thoroughly arrogant pose. Like a prince. Or a feudal Lord. And her body responded in kind, waiting with baited breath for his next royal command, his next move. Knowing she__ do just about anything for him in this moment with the wild beat of her pulse echoing though her ears and her gut and the slick heat at her heart.Open her mouth. Roll over. Get on all fours. Beg.

He was so pumped, jumping up and down on the spot, showing off the taut lean muscles in his quads and calves so different to the bulkiness of a lot of the other players. He bristled with energy, shaking out his arms, flicking his fingers. Flicking off invisible globules of testosterone so powerful she could feel their pull all the way up here. He dropped his head from side to side to work his traps, bending at the waist right in front of the box to execute a perfect hamstring stretch.Ooh la freaking la.

There have to be rules though._ She pulled out of the kiss, withdrawing her finger as well, sliding it down his chin and throat, leaving a wet trail. __ules?_ Her gaze locked with his. __his can only be sex. Just seven weeks of utterly debauched, completely strings-free sex._ Her finger moved south, swirling around first one nipple then the other. __o expectations. No commitments. No getting attached. No crying like a baby and asking me not to leave.__yder laughed at the thought, but there was a husky catch to it as her finger trailed down his abdomen. ____ not going to fall in love with you,_ she continued. __nd you__e not going to fall in love with me. I will not give up my dream again, Ryder. Not for you, not for any man. Okay?

Spread your legs._ His voice was deep and dark, the glow in his eyes feral. This was what he__ looked like on the field tonight. Running the plays. Focused on the job.Dominant. Decisive. Certain.Male.