Page 26 of Dirty Player
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“This is your house?”
She covered her mouth with her fingers to stifle her giggle.
I glared at her. “Yes.”
I loved my house. Liked that it was out in the middle of nowhere so on the rare occasion I brought a woman home with me and then took her back to wherever the next day—if I didn’t just call for a cab—there was no way in hell she could find her way back. Plus, it was the only place I could find a few years ago when I wanted to get out of the city and back to where I was most at home.
“You have a barn.” Her eyes widened further as she took in the horse paddock and the white barn to the left of the house. “Horses?” She spoke slowly, as if I was hard of hearing or didn’t understand English.
“Why do you sound like you’re about ready to go into shock?”
I knew why. No one expected this of me. The few teammates who had seen my house still gave me shit for it. No one ever saw it during the daytime.
Usually, I took them to the hotel room I kept during the season.
My home was my secret. My place. All me.
Why I chose to bring her there during the day when she could actually see it was something I hadn’t considered until I saw her expression.
“It’s so small.” Her eyes were back on the house. It was. A small, yellow ranch that I kept meaning to paint in the off-season but continued putting off. I could have hired someone, but I wanted to do it myself. “And yellow.”
She lost the control on her laughter then and let it loose.
My knuckles tightened on the steering wheel as I pulled the car into the garage before I relaxed.
I had essentially bared who I truly was to her, by accident, and she was laughing in my face.
For some reason, I didn’t want to pull out and take her back home. “Keep laughing at me and you’ll be sucking my dick for dinner.”
That stopped the laughter. Her head whipped around to face me and her lips parted. Pink bloomed on her cheeks and it was my turn to laugh.
“Holy shit, it makes you so fucking sexy that you like the thought of that.”
I couldn’t help myself. She kept getting better and better. Every disgusting word I spoke seemed to light something inside of her.
“Shut up,” she murmured before blushing harder and putting her hand on the door handle to escape. Not like she could go anywhere. I had thirty acres of empty land all around me. She could run and hide in a few of the buildings sprinkled throughout the property, but I’d enjoy searching for her.
“I like it.” I reached for her arm before she could get out of the car. “It makes me hard all over again thinking about the way you liked my dick in your mouth. No fucking joke, Shannon, hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
She relaxed under my touch, and I released her, climbing out of my car and meeting her at the passenger side as she got out.
“So. Tour of the place or do you want to go straight toward my bedroom?”
“Tour.”
I knew she’d say that. I didn’t know the last time I’d offered. But for her, I knew just where to begin.
“You ever been on a farm?” I asked, sliding my hand to hers until they were entwined together. I didn’t have to think about it.
Touching her was natural; so was her being here.
She shook her head, her gaze on the barn I was walking her toward. As we stepped on the gravel I stopped her and cursed.
“Shit. You don’t have decent shoes on.”
“What?” Her brow furrowed and she looked down at her feet.
