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She did as she was told and held perfectly still as he struggled for control.
“You feel so fucking amazing, Ashlyn. So incredible.”
“Right back atchya,” she said with a wicked grin as she began to move her hips in tiny circles, eliciting a groan from him. “You feel so good,” she said, drawing out the words on another endless moan that shot straight to his groin.
He pulled out slightly before slamming back into her, her moans driving him on. Her hips rose to meet him with each thrust and he knew he wouldn’t last long at this rate. But, he could also feel how close she was, her muscles clamping down on him.
“Come for me, Ashlyn.” He reached around and cupped her ass, tilting her hips and pulling her tighter to him as she clenched around him even more. Rafe plunged into her again and again and felt her orgasm clear to his toes. The familiar sensation at the base of his balls told him he couldn’t hold off anymore, and he let his own release rip through him as he pounded into her and she cried out his name.
Somewhere, in the middle of his befuddled, foggy brain, a small piece of him knew he was in way over his head. That somehow, Ashlyn was different from any other woman he’d been with, despite the fact that they hadn’t even really begun to experiment with all of the things he wanted to teach her. This had been mild by his standards and he had a feeling she’d want to play with a lot more than just a blindfold down the road.
Somehow, though, this had been more than he’d ever experienced with another woman. He shoved the thought away as he pulled her small body tight to his and wrapped her in his arms, holding her close. He’d worry later. Right now, he wanted to focus on recovering quickly so they could start over and he could get back inside that heavenly body as soon as possible.
Chapter Eight
Rafe was a few minutes later than usual when he entered the locker room and went straight to his locker to change. He’d lingered too long with Ashlyn in bed that morning. Well, actually, that morning and early afternoon. They’d gotten up for breakfast, then into the shower before falling back into bed. Turned out, Ash had a thing for sex from behind. She quivered at the slightest touch to the creamy skin of her back, to her gorgeous rounded ass, and when he took her from behind, she all but threw herself back into him, writhing and gyrating her hips to get more.
He felt more than saw his teammates come up behind him.
“Tried calling you this morning,” Gage said, not bothering with a greeting.
“Tried calling last night, too,” Aiden chimed in and Rafe turned to look at them.
“What’s got your panties in a bunch, girls? Did I miss a tea party? Or did you just want help braiding your hair?” Rafe asked.
“I thought you said she was just part of your new pregame routine,” Aiden said, ignoring the dig at their manhood.
Rafe wanted to say that’s all Ashlyn was. In fact, he opened his mouth to say just that, but what came out instead was, “It’s none of your damned business what she is. What are you, my keepers, now?”
He heard the defensive tone in his own voice and knew his friends wouldn't miss it. And, they didn’t.
“It’s our business if you’re going to fuck up and trigger the curse,” Gage said, his voice low as though talking about the curse out loud wasn’t wise. Which, they all knew it wasn’t.
“I have no intention of activating any curse, guys. Give me a freaking break. I don’t plan to settle down anytime soon,” Rafe said and he meant it. He liked his freedom. He liked playing the field and not answering to any one woman. He liked to keep things easy and fun, and he always walked away when a woman tried to reach for more.
And, if there was a tiny tweak in his chest when he said the words, he buried it and turned his back on his friends, grabbing his cleats from the locker.
He knew Gage and Aiden were eyeing him as he kicked off his street shoes and pulled on his cleats, snugging the laces on first the right shoe, then the left. He tied a double knot in the left shoe before doing the same on the right. It was the same pattern he followed every time he put on his shoes for a game or practice.
“Nothing to worry about, girls. I don’t plan to start the curse. She’s just part of the routine. That’s all. Nothing more.” He hoped he sounded firm as he turned and walked from the locker room. He needed to get out on the field where he could focus on his game and not think about the way Ashlyn had looked in the shower, sweet eyes peering up at him as she took him into her mouth.Deepinto her mouth.
Damn. He shifted his dick in his pants and kept walking.Damn.
Chapter Nine
They went to his house one night instead of hers. Rafe was still high from their win against the Titans, finishing out the four game series on top. They’d play the Jays tomorrow. It was an away game and Ashlyn had arranged her tutoring schedule so she could fly with him for the three game series. Then he’d have a day off after that and he wanted nothing more than to spend it with her.
He watched as she took in his place. The dark leather couches and prints on the wall had all been chosen by a decorator. He almost winced as Ashlyn’s eyes skimmed the huge picture of Rafe at bat that hung over the mantle. How tacky was it to have a picture of yourself on the wall like that? But, the decorator had insisted and since Rafe rarely had anyone at his place, he had let it go.
He also let go of the nagging doubt in his head about bringing Ashlyn to his place. He wasn’t sure why he’d done it. He normally went to the woman’s home when he wanted to get laid. It was a lot less complicated that way. And, yet, here they were.
Rafe shoved the thought aside and drew her down on the couch next to him, tugging her clothes off as he went. Her hands reached out to him, pulling his shirt over his head and reaching for the button fly of his jeans as he unzipped her skirt. Rafe pulled off his jeans then drew her up to stand between his legs and let his hands glide down her hips as he pushed her skirt to the floor. She stood before him in a matching lace panty and bra set. Hot pink with tiger patterned trim. Not what he expected from his little teacher.
“My little wild thing,” he said and watched as she caught her bottom lip between her teeth. “You’ll need to tell me what you want to try next, wild thing.”
Now he saw her flush and knew she was holding back.
He shook his head slowly. “I can’t read your mind. If you don’t tell me what you want, how will I know how to get you all hot and wet and writhing for me?”
