Page 102 of Playing It Forward

“Sprite,” I caution. “I don’t want you hurt.”

She smiles up at me. “You would never hurt me. Not deliberately.”

Those words hit me harder than a defensive end beating the offensive tackle, getting around the edge, and sacking me. My heart pounds in my chest. Terri trusts me. This feeling can’t be matched. I bet winning the Super Bowl won’t feel this good.

I inhale a deep breath and force my pulse back to normal before I tell her I love her. I want to keep her. I never want to leave Smuggler’s Hideaway.

Those thoughts have my heart attempting to escape my chest again. I shouldn’t be surprised. These feelings have been building for a while. For a while? Who am I kidding? I was hooked the second she sniffed and walked away from me the day we met.

“Come on, Mr. Hotshot Quarterback. Show me what you’ve got,” she taunts while bouncing back and forth on her feet.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I tease. “Come for me.”

I put a hand on her shoulder to keep her at arm’s length while she tries to reach me. She lunges. I pivot away.

She giggles. “You’re cheating.”

“How am I cheating?”

“You’re a foot taller than me.”

I bark out a laugh. “Do you want me to get on my knees?”

She bites a bottom lip. “Maybe.”

My cock twitches and I still. Terri takes advantage of my distraction and ducks under my arm before tackling me.

I allow her to take me down. I make sure to tumble to the grass first. She lands on top and straddles me.

She throws her arms in the air. “I sacked the great quarterback Nolan Allen!”

She dances as she sings. Her core is centered over my cock. It enjoys her dancing. It hardens and lengthens.

She freezes and glances down at me before biting her bottom lip and batting her eyelashes at me.

“Sexy and irresistible,” I grumble before jackknifing up and taking her mouth.

There’s nothing smooth about my move. My need is too great. I promised Terri we wouldn’t have sex until she agreed our relationship is real. I’ve kept my promise, but the leash is off now.

She knows we’re real. She came to my practice despite not knowing anything about football. Despite being scared. She trusts me. She’s mine.

I palm her neck and tilt her head so I can dive deeper. So I can explore every single inch of her mouth. She moans and meets me stroke for stroke.

A car drives by and I tear my mouth from hers. “Inside. Now.”

She meets my gaze. “Okay.”

She scoots backwards off my legs. I stand and offer her my hand. She doesn’t hesitate to accept it.

I drag her into the house. I barely remember to shut and lock the door behind us.

I need to calm down. I can’t be rough with my sprite. She’s carrying our little mermaid. She deserves gentle.

“Uh oh. You’re having second thoughts.”

“What makes you think that?”

She points to my face. “You look like a pirate who just discovered a mermaid doesn’t have legs.”