“April.” Her name was nothing more than a growl coming out of my soul. “Come for me. Come all over my cock, right the fuck now.”
“Beg me, Bridger. Beg me to come on your cock. I need it,” she moaned out the words, whimpered her own plea. Her pussy tightened around my cock, pulsing around me.
Never in my life had I begged a woman for anything. But fuck, if that’s what she needed to come, that’s what I was going to give her. This goddess of a woman literally taking her pleasure from me, demanding it, had me half a breath away from falling in love with her.
I sat up, wrapped one arm around her ass so she didn’t move off my lap, and shoved the other one into her hair. I gripped her pretty waves in my fist and tilted her head back, making her arch into me. With the last of my will power, I pressed my lips to her ear and growled my plea and my demand. “Please, April. Come for me now.”
She ground against me one last time, and a full-body shudder rolled across her. Every muscle in her body clenched before she cried out. She grasped onto my shoulders, digging her nails into my skin as she finally exploded, her pussy clenching around me, taking me with her into the utter bliss of coming together.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her, watching every pulse of her pleasure dragging the longest fucking orgasm out of me. The only thing that would have made this any better was if I’d been bare inside of her, spilling myself deep, marking her as my own.
A rush of tingles swept from my chest, spreading out in all directions. The idea of filling her with my seed, making babies with her, watching her belly grow with my children, stole my breath away.
I wanted that. And even the thought should have scared the shit out of me. But it didn’t.
April’s head dropped to my shoulder, and her harsh, fast breaths matched mine. I cradled her head, not willing to unthread my fingers from her hair just yet. I was cementing this scene, this feeling, her scent, everything, in my mind, because I knew it was going to be a pivotal moment in my life.
I was never letting April go.
I’d learned to trust my gut. It was how I’d chosen which school to play ball for and gone on to win every award a defensive player could while I was there. My gut told me to buy this piece of the Bear Claw, build a cabin, and start my own charity for pets rescued from natural disasters. My gut helped me become Defensive Rookie of the Year after being second draft pick and playing for theTexas Stars. It was also how I knew the Stars was no longer the place for me.
People thought I was careful with my decisions, but I just listened to my gut and followed it religiously. It had never steered me wrong.
And my gut... my heart said April was the one.
She gave a little hum of satisfaction and stretched, arching her back, pressing her tits into my chest. I lifted her head and gave her a deep kiss, claiming her mouth once again. When we broke apart, she was glassy-eyed and smiling.
“That was... I... you were...” She tipped her head to the side and blinked at me through her dark lashes. “I think you fucked my brains out. Words are hard now.”
That wasn’t the only thing hard. I was still inside of her, barely down from our first round, and I was getting hard for her all over again. “You were the one fucking me. But I’ll be happy to return the favor.”
She gave a sweet laugh that turned into a groan as I laid her back and finally pulled out of her still-tight pussy. I disposed of the condom and realized I’d have to get up to find another one. For the time being, I wasn’t going anywhere.
Besides, I still wanted to have her coming on my tongue, and my fingers, and?—
Bear let out a deep bark, followed by a soft, whiny cry for attention. April squealed and then giggled. “Oh, gah, that almost scared the pee out of me. I maybe forgot you had a dog... bear...enormous fuzzy ball of fur.”
“You’re frightened by my dog, but not me.” It wasn’t a question. Not once had she backed away, backed down, or anything else. It was one of the things that had me falling for her. She was a tough cookie. Even if she was a city slicker.
She reached up and booped my nose. Booped. “You’re not scary. He’s not either. He just startled me, because I was so into you, I forgot he existed. Bear is cute, but also, could probably eat me. I like living on the edge that way.”
It took me a minute to recover from the nose booping before I could respond. “I’m not scary?”
Honestly, when was the last time I’d met anyone who wasn’t a little bit scared of me? Came with the territory of being six-five and almost three hundred pounds of mostly muscle. Not to mention being named the football league’s meanest player.
“Maybe if I was a quarterback you were sacking. You’d probably scare the bejeesus out of me.”
I wanted to make a joke about sacking her. But I was a bit too stunned.
“You know who I am?” She was from Texas, and I had been playing ball there for the last four years. It made sense that she knew I was. My brain screamed ‘ball bunny’ but my gut said she was something so much more.
“Yeah. I grew up in a bit of a sports family.” She smiled just a little shyly, but I didn’t think it was over my fame, but because she was talking about her family. That had me curious. “My dad’s been following your career since you played at Nebraska. No one else has ever won the Bronko Nagurski Trophy, the Chuck Bednarik Award, the Lombardi Award, the Outland Trophy, and AP’s Football Player of the Year, like you did.”
Okay, normal city slicker women didn’t even know the difference between offensive and defensive players, much less the names of the college football awards. “Uh, who’s your dad, April?”
“Oh, yeah, umm, he’s Hunter De la Reine.”
Oh shit. Only sports’ most powerful, well-known agent. Which made April his protege daughter. “Huh. I guess, well, I know who you are now too.”
