Quitting the Quarterback (The Nash Brothers #4)

CHAPTER 9 Tanner Banks

I’m Nothing if Not Disciplined

Who the fuck is this woman?

I never want to stop kissing her, and kissing has never really been my thing. It’s fine, good even. It’s a part of things, usually the part that kicks things off so we can get to the main event, but I don’t want to just kiss her and move on.

I want to spend my time on her. I want this kiss to last since I already know it’s one I’ll think about again and again.

It’s cliché—cheesy, even—to say that she’s just different. But she likes my cheesiness, and maybe I’m fine with being a cliché if it means I get to kiss her a little longer.

I don’t like the strange feeling in my chest as I kiss her. I don’t like feeling things awakening that haven’t been awakened before. But even though I don’t like them…I’m addicted to them.

I know who her favorite band is. I know she likes pumpkin spice lattes. I can picture her in a bikini washing her car in her driveway only for it to rain the next day .

These are things that don’t matter in the grand scheme of things, but they’re things I don’t typically take the time to get to know about the women I take to bed.

The last time I knew such details was with Heather, and the end of us was enough to make me stay far, far away from relationships. I learned from her that it’s easier to just have a single night with someone instead of allowing feelings to get involved. It’s easier to take pleasure and walk away.

Because let’s be honest. Emotions aren’t these things we need to be in touch with. They don’t speak to who we are. They speak to how we react to situations, and in my experience, they’re nothing more than distractions.

They stand in our way of doing the things we need to be doing.

And so I learned how to channel them into football. I took the pent-up rage over my last breakup and used it as fuel in my workouts. I stopped allowing myself to feel sadness and anguish over things I couldn’t control, and instead I realized that love is only for fools.

That goes for family, too. My own mother taught me that love is a lie when she decided that loving her twin boys meant hiding their true paternity.

I’ve been lied to and disappointed enough when it comes to women, so I learned that getting close to them just isn’t for me.

Yet in a single night, this woman is making me rethink all of that. I can’t explain how or why, but she’s opening things in me that I thought I’d killed off a long time ago. She’s making me wonder if the door I closed on relationships long ago might be worth opening again. She’s making me want to meet someone I can have a future with.

Maybe it’s because she didn’t immediately recognize me. She doesn’t watch football. She doesn’t care about who I am .

It’s refreshing. It makes me feel like even if it’s not her, there might be someone out there for me.

She pulls back from our kiss, and her eyes are hooded and lusty—a mirror reflection of mine, I’m sure.

Her fingertips come up to my jaw, and she stares at me in wonder for a beat, as if she can’t really believe this is happening.

She moves out of my arms, and her hands trail down to my pants. She unbuckles my belt and works the button, and I grab her wrists in mine. I pull them up and twist us so her back is up against the window before she can get into my pants, and I hold her hands above her head.

I lick a trail from her neck down into her cleavage, burying my face there for a beat as I breathe her in. She smells like sweet vanilla, and my cock hardens painfully. I need release. I need sex. I need her .

I know we had that oral sex deal, but fuck, every instinct inside me is telling me to get inside her.

“I know we had a deal, but fuck, Cass. I need to fuck you like I need to breathe right now.”

I move my mouth back to hers and press my body into hers against the window. I feel every inch of her body warm against me, and I gather both of her wrists into one of my hands as I trail my fingertips down to the bottom of her dress. I slowly gather the material in my hand and pull upward until I have it gathered at her hip, and that’s when I realize…

She’s not wearing any underwear.

Jesus Christ.

She’s not wearing any fucking underwear.

“Holy fuck. Have you been naked under here all night?”

Her eyes meet mine, and hers are filled with need as she nods slowly.

My cock presses even more roughly against my zipper, and I thrust toward her, my clothes the only thing separating us. She moans as I yank her dress up even more, and I hold it there pinned between my stomach and hers as I let go of the material and reach between her legs. I slide a finger through her cunt, and a deep, throaty moan escapes from her lips.

I hiss out my own groan as I feel how wet she is, and I push a finger into her. “Jesus,” I breathe close to her ear. “You’re so wet for me. God, baby, you want this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she cries. She shifts, her hands fighting against the binding I have on her wrists still held above her head as I push my finger in deeper. I slide my finger out and add a second finger as I push back in, and her hips start to sway with the rhythm of my hand as she rides it.

I move my mouth back to hers to kiss her while I finger her, and I swallow her moans with my kiss as I drive my fingers into her. I push them in as far as they can go and curl my fingers up, and I’m rewarded with the hottest, “Oh fuck,” I’ve ever heard as she rips her mouth from mine.

Her body is tense as I keep going, and the need to taste her tits, the need to taste her entire body, slams into me.

I let go of her wrists and yank the top of her dress down so her tits spill out of it as my moves turn desperately rough. Her hands are immediately on me, one gripping onto my bicep as the other threads into my hair. The feel of her hands on me makes me feel completely out of control, like I could climax right here, right now, without her ever laying a single finger on my rock-hard cock.

But I’m nothing if not disciplined.

I focus on her—her sounds, her body, her pleasure—so that I’m not focused on my intense need to come. I’m still shoving two fingers into her as I grab onto one of her tits and move my attention to her nipples.

I squeeze her tit roughly as I suck the tight peak into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it as I suck. She’s pure fucking heaven as I taste her body—a tiny preview of what’s to come when I get my mouth on her cunt. My cock throbs with need as she tosses her head back with a thump against the glass of the window, and she cries out as I bare my teeth against her nipple, giving it a light bite that seems to drive her wild with need. My fingers are drenched with her juices as I continue to finger her, and fuck the need to taste her is out of control.

I let go of her tit and drop to my knees, tossing one of her legs over my shoulder and pulling my fingers out of her. I dive in face-first, licking a line through her folds as I find her sweet, swollen clit. I suck it between my lips and swirl my tongue around it the same way I did to her nipple, and she yanks on my hair as her legs start to tremble. I let go of the hold my mouth has on her clit to dip my tongue down inside her a few times before I move back up to focus on her clit, and I thrust my fingers back into her.

She grips onto the back of my head with both her hands, pulling my face closer into her so all I can see, all I can breathe, is her. It’s an intoxicating, overwhelming scent that’s somehow both sweeter and warmer than the vanilla of her perfume, and I find myself focusing on every detail, every sense, every pure, intense second I have with her.

I want to talk to her, to tell her how good she tastes, to say words that she’ll think about tomorrow and the next day and the weeks after that, but I’m buried in her. I hum against her body instead, and that seems to be the thing that tips her over the edge.

“Oh yes, yes, mmm,” she moans, and her knees seem to buckle as the trembles in her legs turn to full-on quivers. She yanks on my hair, and fuck, that’s hot as hell. I don’t dare stop what I’m doing, even though I want to watch her as she comes, but we have all night together. I’ll make her come again and again and again .

She tightens up, pulling my hair even harder as her leg squeezes like a vise around me, and she cries out a string of oh s as she comes. It’s intense as she battles against the pleasure, and I hang on for the ride as she fights her way through it. It’s long, drawn out, and consuming as she alternates between moans and screams, and my God, it might be the hottest orgasm I’ve ever been witness to as my tongue is drenched with her sweet tang.

She loosens her grip on my hair as she tries to untangle her leg from around my neck. “Oh my God, I’m sorry,” she says, and I sling an arm around her waist to hold her up as I easily lift to a stand from my knees.

“For what?” I ask, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand since my chin is currently glistening with her wetness.

She looks embarrassed for a beat, and I shake my head as my eyes meet hers.

“Don’t ever apologize for getting exactly what you deserve.” I lay a gentle kiss on her lips, surprised that she’s so timid after that. I sweep her off her feet and carry her to the bed, and I lay her down.

She sighs softly as she lies there, and I excuse myself to the restroom. I return a few beats later to find that she has shimmied out of her dress, and she’s a sight to behold as she lays naked on my bed with her eyes closed.

I stare at her for one unfiltered moment, and I allow myself the vulnerable hope that maybe I can see her again someday.

It’s a foreign feeling for me to think that way when I haven’t even gotten mine, but for the first time in my life, I feel like I could just be content to lay beside her. I don’t need to get mine right now. She got hers, and I got to take her there. It feels like enough for tonight.

But tomorrow isn’t promised. It never is, but even less so in this situation. It’s just supposed to be one night. She’s been clear that it’s all she wants, and that’s all I intended to give her .

Before I made her come. Before I kissed her. Before I felt a connection.

I run the washcloth I brought back from the bathroom along her pussy, and her eyes pop open at the first feel of me down there again. I gently take care of her, wiping her clean before I toss the washcloth on the floor, and she closes her eyes.

I grab the condom out of my back pocket and toss it on the nightstand, and I pull my shirt off and toss it on the floor. I yank off my pants, too. I’m wearing just my boxers as I slide into place beside her. I toss an arm across her stomach, ready to call it a night and just hold her close even though I want to kiss her more, want to suck on those gorgeous tits more, want to taste her more. Want to fuck her like I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone before.

What’s meant to be will be, and even though I want all those other things, I also want to just lay here with her.

She shifts a little, and before I know it, she’s on her knees as she pushes me onto my back. She moves in between my legs and bends over me, running her palm along the front of my boxers to find my cock primed and ready for her.

I watch her carefully, and her eyes flick up to meet mine as she grips onto me over my boxers. She moves her hand up and down a few times, giving me a hand job over my underwear, and fuck, it’s hot as hell. She drops her mouth down to kiss me playfully through the material, and I groan.

“Fuck, Cass.” I’m panting as she does it again, and then she slips her hand inside my boxers and pulls my cock out. She pumps her fist up and down my shaft a few times, and I groan at how good it feels.

She moves off me to pull my boxers off, and then she’s right back where she was. She licks her lips as her eyes meet mine, hunger in hers as she takes me into her mouth. Her eyes don’t leave mine as she starts sucking on me. I’m fucking mesmerized by her. She swirls her tongue around the head of my cock, moaning as if she’s getting off on the very taste of me.

“You look so fucking gorgeous with my cock in your mouth,” I tell her, and she moans as she closes her eyes and starts to really suck on me. She slides me all the way to the back of her throat, and fuck it feels good—too good. A little come leaks from the tip, and she swallows it down, the movement of her throat pure bliss on my cock. She bobs her head up and down, taking more of me with each thrust, and then she adds in her hand, sliding along my cock as her head moves up and down.

When she adds her other hand into the mix by lightly fondling my balls, that’s it.

I’m fucking done.

“Your mouth is perfect,” I grunt. “I’m about to come.”

Instead of backing away like most women do at the signal, she seems to get even more enthusiastic, moving her mouth faster up and down my shaft as her hand follows along.

My abdomen tightens as my climax starts to tear through me, and she stops moving along my shaft to swirl her tongue over the tip as she cups my balls more tightly. I come hard with a loud growl as I let go.

It’s been a while since the last time someone other than my own hand gave me a release, and I don’t know that I’ve ever had one quite like this before.

Pulse after pulse of white hot come jets to the back of her throat, and she keeps sucking on me like she can’t get enough, like she’ll never get enough.

The pulses eventually slow, and she pulls back and swallows.

Fuck.

Just the mere sight of that makes me hard all over again.

I need a few minutes of recovery, but I wish I didn’t. I wish I could keep going. I wish I could fuck her like she deserves .

She presses a few gentle kisses to my cock, and then she slides up my body, kissing my abdomen and taking the time to finger each of the ridges there before she moves to my chest, leaving wet kisses in her wake. She moves to my collarbone and then my neck, and she presses a soft kiss to my lips before she settles in beside me. My arm is under her, and she fits like a glove as she tosses one of her legs over mine, her pussy warm on my thigh as her head settles into the nook between my shoulder and my neck.

I reach around her with my arm that’s beneath her, and I grip onto her arm as I lean down and press a kiss to the top of her head.

I’m rarely speechless, but damn .

What she just did is leaving me without words, and the sweet way she kissed me afterward is leaving me feeling a certain way that I can’t quite categorize yet.

I think we both drift off to sleep, but I don’t want that to be it. I don’t want to wake in the morning only to have to say goodbye. I need a little bit of time, but I’m not done with her yet.

Certainly not without feeling her body as she writhes beneath me or over me or whatever myriad of ways we can invent.

She must feel the same way because I’m half-asleep when I sense movement beside me. I’m not sure how long we’ve been laying here, but I feel rested and recharged. She climbs over me, and my eyes open lazily as I watch what she’s doing. She grabs the condom from the nightstand, and she moves back toward me. Her hand trails down to my cock, and her mouth is close to my ear when she says, “I need to feel you inside of me.”

Her voice is low and throaty, and holy fuck.

As if her words are magic, I’m immediately hard.

It’s time to give the lady what she asked for.