sports-romance

Calm down?_ Her voice went really low, her eyes glittering. __on__ tell me to calm down. I__ so freaking horny at the moment all I want to do is fuck. You got a problem with that?__er words slammed into his groin. He should have a problem with it. She was pissed at him but still perfectly fine with using him. There was something really fucked up about that. Unfortunately, no part of Ryder had a problem with it.

So, let me get this right._ He braked at a traffic light and yanked at the edges of his bow tie, reefing the knot undone, leaving the tails flapping open. __ou__e pissed at me because my friends don__ think you__e just some kind of fuck buddy?

I just don__ understand why they__ think we were together, when I__ leaving the country to live on the other side of the planet in a month?__t was Ryder__ turn to snort. __ell gosh, I don__ know Juliet. Maybe your hand on my cock was a clue.__he sucked in a breath, her eyes glittering now. __hey could not see that!___hey didn__ have to,_ he bit out. __e were practically humping each other at the table.

Juliet stared at their reflection. One big hand lay flat against her belly, the other cupped and fondled her breast. Her nipples were a dark reddish-brown from the torment. She didn__ recognise the woman who stared back, her face all flushed, her mouth parted, her head fallen back against his chest having lost its capacity to support itself. __uliet?_ His urgent prompt dragged her gaze down, to where his finger pushed lower, disappearing entirely beneath her tights while his remaining fingers stayed firmly on the outside. It found the lacy edge of her underwear and stopped, brushing back and forth. __ust the one finger._ His voice was like gravel. __hat__ all I need.__uliet moaned and closed her eyes against the wickedly delicious thought of it_ watching him get her off, with just one finger. That__ all I need. Fuck... Even his arrogance was sexy. She opened her eyes, thrilling at the sight of him pawing her, one hand on her breast the other down her pants. __es._ Her tongue flicked out to wet dry lips. __urry.__e smiled triumphantly, his nostrils flaring as his middle finger slipped under the barrier of her underwear. The waistband of her tights dragged lower, dipping in the middle, as he slid into the slick folds of her pussy. Juliet cried out at the delicious invasion, arching her back and curling her fingers into his neck. __esus Christ._ He pressed his face into her nape and groaned. It echoed down her spine and she shivered. __ou__e so fucking wet.

They think they__e having such a good time,_ he continued, whispering in her ear as he pulled out again. The two men didn__ seem to be in any hurry to move on that was for sure, standing on the wide path fronting the beach, having a loud, seemingly amusing conversation.__hey__e wrong._ His hands squeezed her breasts as he slid home again, inch by slippery inch. __othing is as good as being inside you.

Trying to Jedi mind trick the towel into falling off me won__ work. You__e a rugby player not Luke Skywalker.__e grinned. __ have a light sabre in my pants that says different._ Oh he did. And he wielded that weapon of mass distraction well.

He took it off, and she could see his hair was damp with sweat, as was his shirt on closer inspection. He mustn__ have bothered showering after his training session. Juliet__ belly tightened. There was just something about a sweaty man that had always done it for her. Good sweaty. Not the festering-for-hours-never-worn-deodorant kind. The healthy kind worked up through hard physical labour. The primal survival kind that attracted a woman to the type of man who could keep her in mammoth stew and furs. It clearly didn__ matter how sophisticated humans thought they were or how far they__ come. Hundreds of thousands of years of evolution and it still got down to how a man smelled. Mother Nature was one crazy bitch.

Her gaze dropped to the zipper of his shorts, still sporting a significant bulge. __hink you can deal with that thing all by yourself?___ think I can manage after twenty six years.__he lifted her chin in the direction of the Ziggurat tiling. __old shower?___hat__ one option. Although I do have an awesome new fantasy for my spank bank. It__ be a shame to waste it.__he thought of Ryder jacking off while he thought of her was wildly exciting. She__ love to be a fly on the wall for that. Or...__rue. On the other hand you could not do anything about it. And I...a real live woman could help you out with it tomorrow night after poker. Think how much more intense it will be after you__e denied yourself for a while._ The bob of his throat was visible from across the room. __enial sucks.___rue. But I could make it worth your while._ He sighed. __f it doesn__ kill me first.

It__ just a dress.__h no. There was nothing just about it. Juliet was wearing a walking hard on. __ith a zip._ He fought the desire to close his eyes and rut into her hand. __hat goes on forever. I can peel you like banana.

So...just kissing ...?__f he was disappointed, he didn__ show it. Kudos to him. __ome feeling up is allowed, but nothing below the waist. And absolutely no sex._ Just saying it out loud was getting her all hot and bothered. Him too if the flare of his nostrils was any indication. God, she__ missed this. All of it. The flirting. The chase. The dance. Surprisingly she wasn__ even that rusty. It was all coming back to her.__o it__ making out. Like in high school.___xactly._ She smiled.__igh school sucked.

Ryder stepped into the hallway to discover Tiny sitting in the middle, his tail wagging in greeting and what looked like a goofy smile on his face. Despite Tiny__ size, his behaviour and the sheer impracticality of having him here, Ryder felt stupidly happy to see his big, dumb face. For about two seconds. Until he saw the offering at Tiny__ feet. A steaming mountain of crap right in the middle of the hall runner.Ryder blinked. He__ never seen so much dog doo in his life. What the hell had they been feeding him? Bricks?

Ryder cocked an eyebrow. __o that__ how you get men do your bidding.__he laughed, still looking into Tiny__ eyes. __y calling them good boy and offering them treats?__yder smiled. Her laugh made him happy. Hell, just looking at the woman made him happy. __orks for me.

I__e been lumbered with this great lug of dog through a friend of a friend for a couple of months and he has some ...behavioural problems I need to manage ASAP._ __eally?_ Her gaze switched to Tiny who wagged his tail looking completely angelic. Ryder could have sworn the damn mutt was smiling. __ook at you, you gorgeous boy,_ she crooned, unlatching a section of the counter, lifting it up and ducking through it to join him on the other side. Tiny wagged his tail harder as Juliet approached, one hand held out in friendly greeting. Tiny, whose head came to her breasts, took full advantage, nosing her right in the cleavage as the woman slid her hands on either side of his face and cooed at him. __ou are adorable, aren__ you?__iny licked, actually licked, her cleavage then shot a shit eating grin in Ryder__ direction. If the dog had eyebrows, one of them would be arrogantly cocked. Ryder blinked. The damn animal had more game than him. __re you sure?_ She leaned forward to drop some kisses between Tiny__ eyes, pushing his snout even further into the cushioned heaven between her breasts. __e seems very placid.__iny__ gave an ecstatic little shiver, his tail a blur as it dusted the floor. __rust me. He__ the antichrist.___h I don__ believe that,_ she said to Tiny, her voice light and teasing, her mouth a cute little moue. __ook how sweet and well behaved he is. Good boy._ She kissed him again. __ood boy.__yder would be sweet and well behaved if Juliet called him a good boy while cradling his head between her breasts. Hell, he__ roll over and play dead if she wanted.

I__ texting your picture, your name, and your address to one of my flatmates. In case I__ letting your beautiful building blind me to the fact you__e actually a serial killer.__o his credit, he didn__ look at her like she was crazy, just smiled. ____ a reasonably famous rugby player. I__ on the TV. You can see my half naked ass on a billboard as you drive off the Sydney Harbour Bridge.___hat, you can__ be a serial killer as well?

Tiny._ Juliet__ firm voice brought the dog to an abrupt halt much to Ryder__ immense relief. __it.__he damn dog sat and Ryder threw a dark look in Tiny__ direction until he realised the dog__ head was level with Juliet__ chest. No wonder he__ been so eager to obey. The dog wasn__ a flirt. He was a pervert. __ood puppy,_ she crooned, cradling his head again, squishing his jowls, Tiny__ wet nose smooshed into her breasts.Fucks sake! The dog was getting more action than he was.

He__ obviously very well trained. He__ probably just confused about being handed around a bit and is acting out.__yder didn__ think Tiny was confused at all. That dog was smart as hell. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was enjoying putting Ryder through the ringer then acting all butter-wouldn__-melt whenever a chick walked by in case he got to lick a cleavage or two.He was evil. An evil fucking genius.

She tasted good. Like salt and vinegar chips and Bailey__ Irish cream. Who knew that was such a fucking turn on?

The man ticked all of her boxes. Compassionate, kind, thoughtful. But he was alpha as fuck on a rugby field. And in the bedroom. Or on a balcony. Or in front of a mirror. Or up against a wall. She really should walk away. Now. Right now. Hell, she should run.