Shameless Game (Shameless Sport #1)

Chapter 16

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

“You tinkle like a little princess.”

BEAU

Ibarge us through the open living room, down the breezeway to my bedroom door, and I win an Oscar. I kick it open—not that it was shut—I’m just committed to the barbaric performance.

Blair shrieks, “Have you lost your jealous mind?”

“I’m not jealous.” I toss her on my bed. She lands with a bounce, her bare breasts and rouged nipples adding to the primal spectacle. “If you want Colt, too, baby, you know I’m game,” I tell her. “But this is about me and you first.”

She jolts to her knees, her fists on her waist. “What about us? There is no us. We’re fake. Remember?”

“There is an us.” I rule. “There always was an us, and there always will be. The bet is over, Blair. You won, and I’m for real.”

“Real about what, Beau?” There’s no light in her eyes, only sparks of fear. “Real about how you’re the hottest quarterback and everyone, especially the media, wants you? Or how you want the Super Bowl so bad, you won’t stop until you win? Or how it’s your dream? You love football and no one can be a distraction? No one gets in the way.”

“No, Blair.” I grab my chest, my pounding heart. “You’re right here. You get in the way, and I want you to because you’re my dream. I want you to be my girlfriend. For real.”

Send a rescue chopper.

Blair Monroe is speechless.

Her brain blitzes. Her breath stops. Blinks are her only sign of life.

“Say something.” I stand at the edge of the bed, my heart clenching at the sight. “Say yes.”

“But… but…” she stammers. “But you don’t do girlfriends, and I don’t do love.”

“There’s a first time for everything. It’s like you said—never say never. We always change.”

Like I struck her dumb, she plops back on her pink-tailed ass. It’s cute until she starts scooting toward my headboard.

Scooting away from me.

“Blair,” so I lean over, crawling after her. I won’t let her escape. This time, no one’s leaving. We’re doing this. “It’s okay, baby. I mean it. I want this for us. I want us to try.”

Her silver eyes get so wide. “But what if you hate me?”

“I’ll never hate you. Prank you, yes. Fuck you, please. Date you; it’d be my honor. Get pissed as hell when you fill my Golden Oreos with toothpaste again. Damn, right. But baby, I’ll never hate you.”

Tears fill her gorgeous eyes. “You will, Beau. I know you’re the best. I know you’re a winner, but everyone loses a game or two, and what if you lose them because of me? Because I’m a distraction?”

I keep coming for her, and she falls back, her raven hair fanning over my white pillow. I trap her between my locked arms, my nose nuzzling hers.

She’s not going anywhere.

“Blair, I’m not your dad, and you’re not a distraction. Maybe everyone’s been wrong, including me. Maybe the only way I’ll ever win and the only way I’ll never lose is if you’re with me. If you’re mine.”

Her tear escapes and I kiss her temple, catching it.

“Where is all this coming from?” She doesn’t trust me yet, and I get it. We all have wounds one kiss can’t heal. “Months ago, this wasn’t you. You said one night only for a reason, Beau, and I understood. I want you to have your dream.”

“Exactly.” Softly, I kiss her lips. “You understand me. You want me to have my dream, like I want you to have yours, and my dream involves you, Blair. I don’t know the rest. I can’t control it. But Colt smacked my head enough to make me realize I can control this.” I kiss her again and again until she kisses me back. “Say yes, Blair. Give us a shot.”

“But Colt?” She worries. “You love him. You need to be with him.”

“Yeah, I do. I’ve kinda had my head smacked about that, too. I need him like I need you. I don’t know where he ends and you begin in my heart. You’re both just there. I’m just made that way.”

She reaches up, touching my lips like she can’t fathom my words. “But how? How can you be with us when you said you can’t be with anyone? Not now. Not when you’re at the top of your career. Beau, I understand. I know how hard you’ve worked and all you’ve sacrificed. I know what football means to you. I won’t take it away.”

This is the reason I can’t breathe. This is why I’m scared. This is the feeling I didn’t expect to hit me this hard, this fast.

This is why I love Blair Monroe. Always have. Always will.

And this is the part I fear will freak her out.

But I can’t imagine a life without her.

“Come live with me,” I urge. “Come live with me and Colt. In Atlanta. For the year. Let’s try and make it work. That’s how we’ll have football and each other.”

In a whirl, Blair tackles me. With my heart in my hand, I’m caught off guard while she flips me over, straddling my waist.

“Live with you? Is this a fucking joke?”

I laugh because, yeah, it’d be a good one.

“No, baby, it ain’t a joke. I’m as serious as my seven thousand-square-foot home. I’ve got plenty of room for you and your alien romances. You can have my office and all my bookshelves. Hell, I even have a telescope on my bedroom balcony for you to find more alien lovers.”

“So, I’m just supposed to give up my life to be your WAG?”

“WAG?” I snort. “What alien snatched you? Since when do you talk like that?”

“Since my sister told me that’s what I’d be. And Jace, too. If I’m your girlfriend, I’ll be stalked and dragged and trolled and?—”

I cup her cheek. “If you don’t want my bullshit life, I understand.”

Though it will kill me. Though I don’t want another Valentine’s without her. I never want to let Blair go again, but I won’t trap her in hell with me.

“Beau.” She sits up, breath-taking, topless, sparkling with dusty pink glitter. She’s on my naked dick that soars for her while my heart threatens to drop. I can’t lose her. “It’s not bullshit,” she says. “The press and fans are part of your life, and I get it. It’s not your fault. You’ve earned your success.”

“Then let me spoil you with it. I can protect you some and keep you out of the limelight. You don’t have to come to my games and?—”

“But I’ll want to.” Her hands fall on my pecs, her arms pressing her breasts together, and I try to stay focused, but damn… I need her. “I’ll want to go to your games—and Colt’s. And… ” The other half of the proposal dawns on her. “Are you and Colt coming out?”

“Hell no. We can’t, and you know every reason why.”

“I do.” She nods. “So, how do you expect to get away with him living with us?”

I grab her hips. “Is that a yes?”

Half of her lush lips lift. “Answer my question first.”

“He’s remodeling his house. He just bought it and had it gutted with all these plans drawn up that’ll take a year to finish. He can rent somewhere, but everyone knows we go way back, and I live near the team’s facility. It’s convenient. It kinda makes sense.”

“So… ” Her eyes narrow, but her lips grin. “I will be your beard.”

Aw, hell. Here we go again.

I tickle her waist, and she squeals.

“Do men want to fuck their beards?” I laugh. “Do they want them making raw lasagna and pissing like a racehorse while they try to take a shower in peace?”

“I don’t piss like a racehorse.”

“No, baby, you don’t. You tinkle like a little princess.”

She laughs, too, making stars explode in my chest. I feel lighter and hopeful. Like for the first time in my life, I’ve found a way to be me.

Reaching up, I lace my hands through her ebony hair, tugging her lips to mine. “Blair, say yes to us. Please. Years ago, you won my heart. Now, let me give you my devotion.”

She kisses me, her tongue answering mine before she teases, “Are you giving me this, too?”

With a firm grasp, she grabs my dick, and I groan. It’s as desperate for her, too. Pressing it to her opening but hovering, she keeps me waiting. For her. For her answer.

“Yes.” So, I grip her hair tighter. “It’s yours. It’s Colt’s.”

She rings her wetness around my tip, torturing me. “Are you sharing me with Colt?”

She’s fucking killing me. I try thrusting inside her, but she lifts just enough, keeping me right where I need to be for the rest of my life. “This is your sweet pussy,” I coax. “It’s up to you.”

She circles. “Does he want me too?”

“What man doesn’t want this?” I lift my hips again, trying to nudge in, but she moves. “Yes, he wants you, but I get you first.” She holds me on the edge of her and her answer. “Fuck, Blair. Baby, come on. Give it to me.”

“Does it make you jealous? Me with Colt, too?”

“Fuck no,” I growl. “It turns me on. It feels right. I want the three of us fucking forever.”

She’s so wet. She’s making everything harder. “Can you feel what I want, too, Beau?”

Barely, she lowers on my crown, taking me into a hint of her tight heat, and I groan. I could abuse my strength. I could yank her hips down. I could flip her over and bury my aching cock so deep inside her, but her tease is hell promising heaven.

“Goddammit, Blair.” I thrust my hips again, chasing her, needing her. “Let me inside. It’s mine.”

“Is it the only one?” But she’s in control. “Do you need a condom?”

“Fuck no.” I keep a fist in her hair while I grab her hip. I’m losing it. I’m in pain. “Only you. I’ve only been bare with you and haven’t been with anyone since. No woman but you. Because I only want you.” Reason hits me. A shock of jealousy, too. It makes me growl, “Am I the only one for you?”

“Yes.” She swirls on my crown. “There’s never been anyone but you, Beau. From the moment we met.” She wraps me so tight. My heart. My body. “You’re the only man I’ve swallowed. The only man I’ve allowed to come inside me.” Her lips dust mine. “The only man who really knows me. Who sees me. Who has my heart. Always.” She kisses me and kisses me again, promising, “I’ll try with you. You with Colt. Is that how you want me? Like this?”

She takes my tip all the way, hovering, leaving my bare shaft aching for her. It’s perfect torture, and from somewhere deep, I need her so much. It’s not just the swollen slick heat of her tight cunt that awaits me.

It’s Blair.

It’s the life I’ll have with her. The dreams. The family. The forever.

“Blair, I’m about to fuck you.” I anchor my feral eyes to hers. I grab her hip so hard I’ll leave bruises on her perfect milky flesh, and I’ll love them. I’ll kiss them when I’m done. “I’m about to fuck you so hard and now and forever. Say yes.”

“Yes, Beau.” She sinks so fast, taking my cry, my cock, my sanity, too. “Yes.”

I don’t know the sounds we start making. I don’t know this animal craze, this fierce passion for claiming every part of her, my mouth taking hers, then her nipples, then her neck. I’m dying under her ruthless, riding fuck and let her take me. Wet. Hot. Hard. Blair has me, my breath, my body, my life. I don’t know who I am, but a moaning man grabbing her, plunging so deep inside her where I belong and only seeking more.

“Beau.” Wetness drops on my cheek. I lick, and it’s salty. It’s her tears.

“Blair.” I open my eyes to find hers crying above mine.

“I’m scared,” she whispers, her mouth brushing mine. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” The truth rushes over my lips. I kiss her and kiss her again. I don’t hold back. I know it. “We’ll be okay because I love you, too.”

And I need to hold her, to take her, to prove it to her. I flip her over, and I do. I devote myself to her. To her pleasure. To making her come. To making her scream, scratching my back. To making her come again after I flip her. I tug her tail when she’s back on top. I thrill her ass while her pussy takes my cock. I make her walls spasm, her cum streaming down my shaft. It makes me cry out to finally come inside her again, to fill her with the flood of emotions we’ve been afraid of for so long.

When we’re done, all that’s left is me, holding Blair in my slick arms, the afternoon sun spilling in through the glass doors, and her kissing my oiled, pounding chest, asking, “Did you really mean it about your bookshelves? That I can have them? Because I’ve never been so turned on in my life.”

I laugh, squeezing her tight. “Yes, baby. You can have my shelves, but I control the remote, and Colt claims the thermostat. That hot motherfucker needs the Arctic Circle to sleep.”

We kiss to the deal. We fuck again to seal our promise.

We got this.

It’s just everyone else I fear who can take it away.