Page 44 of Dirty Player
At the very least, he wanted my body. My heart could take it. I had gone into this eyes wide open, understanding everything that was happening between us.
So I would take my screaming orgasms whether they happened in a hotel or a house, and hopefully I’d be able to deliver some of my own to him.
Chapter TEN
OLIVER
Her hand in mine, my hand on her skin, the buzzing of the door behind us, I was only thinking one thing.
Bringing her to the hotel room I kept during the season was as big of a mistake as taking her to my home. When this was over, I wasn’t going to be able to go anywhere to escape the memory of her flushed cheeks, wild hair, and her body splayed out wherever and however I wanted.
“You want that?” I asked, when she didn’t answer me the first time. I pulled her out of the elevator, walking backward so we stayed pressed together. Fuck. I couldn’t get enough of her. Seeing her at the game, cheering on her feet, her smile wide and unrestrained when I scored a touchdown had twisted something inside me.
The only thing I didn’t like was that she’d done all of that with Beaux’s number plastered to her generous breasts instead of mine.
“You want me eating you, sucking and licking your pussy until you come, over and over again? Until you’re so sore you think you can’t take any more?”
She nodded frantically, unable to hide her lust for me, and fuck if it wasn’t perfection. She had no motives. No hidden agenda. She wanted my dick and my body, and I didn’t give one shit if I was using her.
She was using me, too.
“Yes. Yes, I want that.”
I dropped my hand from her back only long enough to dig my keycard out of my pocket and slide it through the door. There were only two rooms on this floor and I knew the other owner.
A country singer whose visits to The Mayfield Tower were as sporadic as mine. We’d actually gotten drunk together one night in the bar downstairs and then, like jackasses, autographed our names onto each other’s skin with permanent marker.
My team had just lost the AFC Championship game earlier that night and Bethany had been plastered all over the gossip rags for screwing another country singer—a married one. She swore she had thought they were already divorced. The fact that they were legally separated never made it into the papers or the gossip columns, so Bethany and I had bonded over failed nights and shitty decisions.
She became a friend after that and I knew she was on tour, currently playing in arenas all over the western part of the country.
For once, I was thankful she wasn’t around to see my one-night stand leaving in the morning and that she couldn’t possibly hear us through the walls.
“So you have both,” Shannon said as we stepped inside and the door shut behind us.
“What?” I shot her a quizzical look.
She waved her hand out to the large living room. The suite wasn’t overly large or ostentatious. Two bedrooms with king-sized beds. A passable living space and a small kitchen. I didn’t need large and massive. I needed a place to fuck and crash on the nights I didn’t want to drive back to my home late at night, or when we had to get up early to leave for a game and I didn’t want to get stuck in morning traffic.
It worked, and besides clothes, there wasn’t a personal effect around. At first I had thought this would make it a better place to bring Shannon. Her curiosity knew no bounds. I was quickly learning that she didn’t need photographs and decorations to figure out who I was, or who I used to be. She saw enough as it was.
“I asked you at Kolby’s if you had a home or a crash pad. You have both.”
“Right. I keep this place during the season. It’s easier to get to the fields.”
“And to fuck faceless women.”
Yeah, she saw too damn much. Unfortunately, I was also quickly learning that she’d never be faceless. Her face and the memory of her would linger in this damn place and in my home long after the scent of her was gone.
“You need something to drink?” I dropped her bag and headed to the kitchen area that would be stocked with drinks and food for me. I didn’t cook when I stayed there, but I made sure I had other food to eat and protein drinks.
After a game like tonight’s, I usually downed a few of them.
My head wasn’t thinking about nutrition at the moment, but on changing the fucking subject.
“I’m not offended,” she said, following me. “I was just curious.”
“Don’t be,” I clipped, harsher than I intended. I saw the look of pain flash in her eyes. But it’d do her good. If she wanted to walk away, it’d probably be better for both of us.
