She’d never really had fun in the bedroom before. Certainly there hadn’t been much laughing. To go from giggling and giving each other grief to heated, passionate lovemaking in mere seconds was a heady rush. One she liked to indulge in again and again…
“I need to get to practice.” His voice full of regret, he pulled her on top of him as promised, his body like a furnace, heating her from the inside out. “I have to be there in…” He glanced at the clock. “Less than an hour.”
“Hmm, and you need to take a shower, right?” She felt him move against her and he was definitely hard. It would be so easy to slide onto him and ride him to oblivion, as he’d suggested.
“Yeah, I could do that in five minutes, though.” He gripped her by the waist, thrusting up so his erection brushed against her soaked folds. “I need to get another condom.”
She smiled, pushing up so she could settle her mouth on his. “I’m on the pill,” she murmured against his lips.
“So?” He pushed the hair away from her face, cradling her cheeks with his hands. Their gazes met, locked, and she wanted to drown in his beautiful blue eyes.
“So I’m safe from…” Pregnancy. What a wimp, she couldn’t say the word. “And I have a clean bill of health.”
He frowned but she saw the way his eyes smoldered. “I do too. Just had a checkup prior to the start of the season. But I always suit up, Sheridan. Always. The women in my past would look for any way they could to trap me.”
“You can trust me, Jared.” She leaned in and kissed him, let her lips linger on his. The last thing she wanted him to think was that she meant to trap him. “I’ve always used condoms too. This could be something we try…together. We don’t have to, though. It’s okay. Really.”
He remained quiet, continuing to stroke her hair away from her face, his gaze thoughtful. “I trust you with more than you know.”
Her heart swelling, she sat up, lifted herself on her knees and grabbed the base of his erection so she could guide him home. He closed his eyes, his big hands holding her around the waist as he pushed up into her. No barriers, no latex, just skin on skin. And he liked it—she could tell by the blissed-out look on his face, the sounds he made, how he moved within her. As if he couldn’t get enough. As if he wanted to become a part of her.
“First time for everything, right?” she murmured and he opened his eyes, the smile on his face enough of an answer.
Oh God, she couldn’t stop watching him. Couldn’t stop the orgasm from building up within her at lightning speed. She rode him hard, felt the press of his fingers in her hips as he guided her, and wondered if he’d leave bruises, but she didn’t care. The sensation of his hot, hard flesh moving within her…
She came again, for the third time, like a little miracle. Poised above him as he reached for her, she watched as he cupped her breasts with his big hands before they slid around to her back and pulled her down to him, his mouth enveloped a nipple, sucking deep, keeping the orgasmic tremors radiating through her body until she didn’t think she could stand it any longer.
“Can’t. Get. Enough. Of. You.” He released her nipple from his mouth, and punctuated every word with a firm thrust. “Gonna come again, baby. Get ready.”
He erupted inside her, and when she collapsed on top of him in a heap of sated lust, he held her close, his touch soothing, his hot words making her melt.
She never wanted to let him go.
…
Jared whistled as he strode across the field. He never whistled, but damn, his mood was too good to be quiet and stoic, so he let it all hang out. Smiling and joking and whistling, for the love of God—he felt like a new man. Loose and relaxed and…happy.
Thanks to Sheridan and an amazing two weeks of nonstop, mind-blowing sex.
“Looking good, boss,” Flynn complimented as he jogged past. “Nice throw earlier.”
“Thanks.” His shoulder felt good. His mentality was focused, positive. Not even Foley could get him down, and that motherfucker was throwing better than he ever had.
Jared stopped on the edge of the field, and saw Walsh in the near distance talking to the defensive coach, heads bent in deep conversation. The game the upcoming Sunday was important. Their major rival, the Oakland Raiders, were playing the Hawks. And they were out for blood—especially since Craig Wallace, the former teammate who accused Jared of breaking up his marriage, was on the team.
Shee-it, Jared didn’t want to deal with that asshole, but he knew his time was coming.
“Can’t wait to play those Raiders,” Nick said casually, stopping to stand beside Jared and survey the field. They were on break, the second string running through drills and exercises, and Jared watched Foley fly through them all with ease.
Lucky bastard.
“Yeah, I can’t wait either,” Jared said distractedly, not meaning a word of it. If he had his choice, he’d forget the game completely.
“More like it’s gonna be a bunch of bullshit,” Nick sneered, rubbing a hand along his jaw. “I can ask someone to take down Wallace for you if you want.”
“Fuck Wallace.”
“No, thank you.” Nick shook his head. “So then let’s talk about why you have that constant shit-eating grin on your face.” Nick nudged him when that shit-eating grin automatically appeared. Jared couldn’t help it. “Married life treating you real good, huh?”