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Jake strode quickly toward the long row of doors.
Jake:Which one?...Send
Rakell:The last one on the left…Send
He rapped on the door as she was jerking it open. She leapt onto him, letting out a low squeal. “I amsohappy for you, mate. Youdidit,” she said as his arms tightened around her. His chest crashed into hers, then his mouth was on her, yearning to release all of the burning force ricocheting through his body. The thoughts were bouncing around even faster.
Rakell on the Jumbotron, knowing she wanted him.
Dwayne and he had played in the biggest game of the year.
The media vultures were forced to eat their words, “Can the pretty boy play ball?”
All the shit he’d stirred up for his family with his antics… and now this.
The fucking Super Bowl!
Knowing he was in love.
The girl he craved was here!
A charge ripped through his body when she threw herself at him. He shelved all the uncertainty because, at this moment, he just wanted her. His brain and body resigned from any rational thought. He wasn’t capable of thinking about what was ebbing around them, where they were, or who was waiting for him. He could only immerse himself in the sensations she filled him with. Rakell in his arms. Her lips were on his, along with the promise of more as her body arched into him.
“God, let’s get the fuck out of here. I want to get us a room. Ineedthis,” he groaned into her mouth as his hands traveled up and down her back.
“Shh…Jake, you can’t just leave your party,” she whispered, her warm breath brushing against his chin as she spoke. She could feel his stiffness, his need for her, but then again, maybe his need for anybody, she thought to herself.When he’s jackedlike this, fire coursing through his veins, would any woman do?That thought always niggled at her mind. If she wasn’t here, would another woman be wrapped up in his powerful arms, willing to do anything for him? The way she felt driven to do at this moment. Hell, there were literally thousands that had shown up in white jackets to support Jake.
“Damn, I’m just…so fucking worked up, so fucking desperate to be inside you.” A guttural sigh emanated from deep in his throat. He eased back from her, regaining a smidgen of control, leaning against the marble vanity, taking in her profile captured in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, flickering lights dancing off the mirrored wall. The bathroom blended the esthetic between a brothel and an exquisite dressing room of a Hollywood star…it was sexy as fuck, he thought. Or maybe it was just this woman who could morph a dark bathroom into a siren’s hideout. The room had dark purple and red striped wallpaper, gold-toned fixtures, and a golden chandelier hanging above them.
He ate up her image, admiring her as she stood before him with her legs spread, tight jeans tucked into brown cowboy boots, a purple Condors jersey knotted at her waist, the lucky white jacket, the red wig, her eyes a bit glassy from drinking…Her mouth popping open as she looked at him. God damn those lips. He knew how fucking great they felt on his cock and how the inside of that hot mouth could melt any resolve threading through him. This woman never ceased to undo him. No matter how much he coached himself to tread cautiously, his forcefield was powerless around her.Was that love? Having no ability to stop yourself, even with the fear of pain in the future?
He couldn’t imagine anything more fucking arousing than this day, being the underdog and winning, beating the Stallions, taking in the landscape of white jackets he knew she’d initiated, his family’s praise, Coach Mark and Easton telling him they knew he could do it all along. Rakell was here, right now,sneaking into a bathroom to see him, knowing that he still had a chance with her. He craved her to the point of his mouth watering when he thought about being inside her, his tongue between her legs, and that sassy mouth so ready to engage him in every way. He knew what he could do for her. He felt like a fucking god at this moment.
She let out a low, wicked chuckle as she perused his body with her eyes, her hands on her hips. She was about to school him, and he sensed he wouldn’t like the words that would come next. “Well, well…just in case you didn’t see it, there were a lot of women in the stands wearing lucky white jackets cheering for the hottest quarterback in the league, and I am sure any of them would be glad to help you calm your nerves,” she murmured, pinpointed sarcasm directing her words.
Spreading his legs, the edge of his ass on the vanity, he reached forward, grabbing her forearm, pulling her into him. “You know that there’sonlyone lucky white jacket. I am not in the market for any of those girls because I foundTHATgirl!” His hands were on her ass, jerking her into his crotch. “This cock wantsthisgirl, notAgirl. Do I make myself fucking clear?”
His mouth was a whisper from hers. “Mmm…” she managed to whimper under the force of his fingers on her jaw, commingling with his hot breath on her chin. Was this guy for real? Even as she asked herself that question, she knew the answer:He is, he’s for real, and he likes you. Even with everything that has happened between you, this guy likes you…you, Rakell. Then the dread of telling him what she needed to shot to the forefront of her brain.
“I’m geared up because you are standing here, and I know what it feels like to be inside you. I know what I fucking want. And…” He cocked his chin, narrowing his eyes at her. “I think I have proven that I know how to get what I want. So, Sweets, how about you give me a little goddamn credit…” he said, growlinginto her neck. “Right now. No more treating me like I’m just out there shopping for some pussy…‘cause I made it clear to you…”
She laid two fingers on his lips. “Shhh-shhh…Jake…I know Jake, but we have…” She let the next words sit at the back of her tongue. This was his night, and she didn’t want to dampen it with her fears. She needed him to know she was proud of him, cared about him, that he meant a lot to her, and even if he walked away after they talked, she’d be grateful that he came into her life, even if it was short-lived.
After all, it had occurred to her that she had been altered by the people who had moved through her life, that Rakell might be an amalgamation of all those clients she’d entertained over the years. We never truly discard those encounters; rather, they become part of how we see ourselves and the people we meet afterward.
She pressed her fingers more firmly over his lips when he tried to speak. “I’m so proud of you, Jake, so happy you came into my life, and I want to make sure you enjoy yourself tonight…” she said, sliding her other hand down his chest, unbuckling his belt and releasing the button of his trousers before unzipping them and pushing her hand roughly into his briefs, then cupping his distended balls. There was nothing feminine or sweet about the way she did it. She locked her stare on him as she manhandled his balls, her eyes dared him to make her stop.
“Rae-kale,” he groaned. “Fuck…just fuck” as her hand roughly massaged his balls. His head dropped back. “I’m never going to able to go back into that party…”
She hastily tugged at his cock, matching the fire flicking from his body.
“Ahh fuck me…” With a low growl, he watched as she slid down to her knees right there in the bathroom. The mirror captured her as her hands spread over his thighs, using them toposition herself. She scooted up between his legs and adjusted her head so she could swallow his cock.
“Sweets, no, no. I want to be in you…and not here,” he whispered gruffly, looking down as she moved her mouth toward his cock which sprang from the trousers scrunched over his upper thighs.
She tipped her head upward, her eyes catching his, a bit glassy from travel and the late night. “We can’t. I’m not on anything…I…”
His hands went to her shoulders, confusion taking over his features before softening his expression. “Why…I mean…” He choked on the thoughts in his head, stopping himself.
