“Hi,” she says with her head tipped back to look at me.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, taking one of her hands in mine.
“Billy’s fever broke and he’s sleeping, so I thought I’d come here to see you. I feel terrible for canceling our date yesterday and missing the game tonight.”
I respond by bringing my free hand to the back of her head and pulling her to me for a kiss. She has stars in her eyes when I release her and a sweet smile on her face. Someone in the crowd gives a wolf whistle.
“Want to go meet up with the team at the Sneaky Saguaro?” I ask her.
She shakes her head. “I thought we could go to your place.”
The breath in my lungs freezes at the implication, and there is a ton of it in her tone. Soft, husky…needy.
“We can do that,” I tell her. “Where’s your car?”
“I parked a few blocks over,” she replies. “Want to give me your address and I’ll just meet you there?”
“No way,” I reply as I turn for my car and tug her along. “I’ll bring you back to it tomorrow.”
“Wait,” she exclaims as she jerks her hand out of mine. I turn to face her, my head cocked curiously. “Your fans. Don’t you need to sign autographs and stuff?”
My gaze cuts over to them, many looking at me expectantly. I don’t want to. It’s never something I’ve minded doing before. Hell, I’ve enjoyed the interaction, but I definitely don’t have the patience for it right now. But then my eyes land on a little girl of about ten years old and I can see she’s wearing my jersey. She’s looking at me expectantly, and I know that Blue will have to wait.* * *—
After shutting and locking my front door, I place my keys on the small foyer table. Blue walks into the massive living room straight ahead, her eyes wide as she takes in the grandeur of my home. It seemed perfect when I bought it but now it seems a little ridiculous for a man that probably uses less than a thousand square feet of it on a regular basis.
Her head lifts back and she takes in a large painting over the fireplace. Some modern piece of art that came with the house, as did the furnishings. While Legend enjoys making his house his own with remodeling and such, my house became my own the minute I assumed the mortgage payment. The contents don’t say anything about me really.
“Would you like a drink?” I ask her as I saunter into the living room and head over to a small wet bar set among the custom built-ins to the side of fireplace.
“No,” she replies softly.
“Want to sit outside for a bit? I can start the firepit up and we could—”
“Did you get condoms?” Blue blurts out and my eyebrows shoot straight up.
“Yeah,” I reply softly. “But I don’t expect—”
“Maybe a tour of your bedroom,” she suggests, cheeks turning slightly pink. Blue trying to come on to me is goddamn cute as hell and my body responds by going tight all over.
In two strides, I’m standing in front of her, hands on her shoulders. I bend my head down, putting my face close to hers. “Say it, Blue.”
“Say what?” she whispers.
My voice is rough, my throat clogged with raw need. “Tell me you want me to fuck you tonight.”
“Oh God, Erik,” she replies with a nervous laugh.
Slowly, I bring one hand to the side of her neck, curling my fingers around the back. I let my gaze move over her face for a moment before locking my eyes back onto hers. “I know I sure as hell want to fuck you. Now say it back to me.”
Blue licks her lips and my groin tightens. Her voice is feathery soft. “I want you to fuck me, Erik.”
I didn’t need her permission but I did require her to need it. That was enough for me and my mouth slams down on hers in a brutal kiss of possession. I’ve been fantasizing about this moment since I first saw Blue on the team plane several weeks ago. I’d been dreaming about it every night since she rode my leg to an orgasm. I’d been jacking off to the memories of her sucking my cock and how soft she was under my mouth when I ate her sweet pussy.
Blue’s hands curl over my shoulders, clasp behind my neck, and she launches herself up into my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist and her fingers dive into my hair, holding me tight so she can kiss the fuck out of me. With my hands supporting her under her ass, I turn back to the foyer and easily climb the staircase to the second floor where my master suite is. The entire journey upward our tongues tangle in an erotic dance.