Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Rocky
Her eyes went wide when she heard Kylie’s key in the lock. How could she explain this to her bestie? That she’d jumped into bed with The Asshole? Thankfully she heard Kylie swear and her keys hit the floor.
“Kylie’s home, we’ve got to get dressed,” she whispered to him.
She watched as he jumped up and grabbed his clothes.
Sprinting toward the bathroom, he grinned at her Shew, he looked even better naked.
Shaking her head to dispel thoughts of another round of sex, she pulled on her clothes and finger-combed her hair, trying to make it look like they just hadn’t had amazing sex on the couch.
“Hey, girlfriend,” Kylie said as she came in and shut the door behind her. “The power went out so they sent everyone home early.” She stopped and stared at Rocky. “Why do you have sex hair?”
The toilet flushed and Rocky blushed.
“Is it Trey?” she asked with a slight frown. “Or someone else?”
Butch walked into the living room and Kylie’s mouth fell open. “No fucking way!”
“It wasn’t planned or anything,” she stuttered. “It just kinda happened.”
Kylie squealed. “Does this mean you’re together?”
“Uh, no. I still don’t like him,” Rocky insisted as her inner voice screamed, “Liar!”
Butch looked from Rocky to Kylie. “I, uh, I’ll let you two talk. I’ll call you later.” He hurried out the door before Rocky could form a complete sentence.
“Seriously? I thought you hated him,” Kylie asked as she threw her purse on the coffee table and plopped onto the couch. She jumped up, “Did you have sex on the couch? Ewww! No wonder it smells like sex in here.”
“Funny,” Rocky said. “Like you wouldn’t if some sexy guy started kissing you.”
“Is that all it took? Kissing?” Kylie asked with a snort. “You’re way too easy.”
“It wasn’t like that,” she started but then backtracked. “Okay, yeah, that’s how it started. Who knew that grumpy asshole knows how to do more than block offensive linemen.”
“I knew he was into you. He might have hated you being on the team but he definitely didn’t hate you as a woman.” Kylie got up and got a beer.
“For real? I thought he hated me. And then he was nice to me when he found out I had a stalker.”
“And what about the beating he gave that stalker when he was hurting you?” Kylie asked as she studied Rocky’s face.
“Well, I just thought that was an alpha-male thing. Protect the females and all that,” she said as she walked toward the bathroom. “I really need a shower.”
“Don’t want to smell like Butch and sex?” Kylie asked with a laugh. “So, how was it? Is he a good lover? A great lover?” Kylie stared at her expectantly. “Tell me he at least took you to dinner first.”
Rocky stopped in the bathroom doorway. “I made him spaghetti,” she confessed before shutting the bathroom door. God, Kylie could be nosey. But she was her bestie, right? Was it more than just sex? How could it be? She still didn’t particularly like him.
Either way the sex was incredible. Who knew he was such a good lover? Must be all the practice he’s had. From what she could see he went out with a different woman every week. Even if he only had sex with half…
She shook her head. Geez, get a grip, Masterson!
She wondered what he had wanted to talk about.
They hadn’t even started a conversation when, well, when it happened.
She couldn’t believe it but she also wouldn’t ever forget it.
She almost wished they hadn’t been interrupted.
Would they have gone for round two? Was he as good with oral sex?
The way he used his mouth on her breasts…
She shivered. Got to stop thinking about it.
She showered and washed the scent of Butch and sex away.
Butch
After he got into his car, he sat there wondering what had just happened.
Had they really just had the most incredible sex he’d ever had?
All because she had a drop of sauce on her mouth?
Something about that sauce on her lip short-circuited his brain.
Desire and need had washed over him, as if he couldn’t breathe unless he kissed her.
And that had led to sex. Incredible sex.
He’d had a lot of sex but nothing like that.
Just looking at her face, her eyes filled with lust, had done something to him.
Something he’d never felt before. That kiss unlocked a need he’d never felt before.
A need that only Rocky could fill. Sex with any other woman wouldn’t be the same.
He’d never craved just one person before and he didn’t know how to deal with that.
He ran his hands through his hair. They really needed to talk about the feelings that stirred within in him when he was around her.
He'd worked so hard to try and get her to quit.
But somewhere along the way he'd discovered she was good, maybe even better than some of the other kickers in the league.
And to make things worse, he also had some serious grown-up feelings about her.
He was fucked. How could he fix this? She thought he hated her.
He drove home on autopilot, suddenly parked in front of his apartment. Looking up at the building, he realized maybe it was time that he upgraded. Maybe buy a house, somewhere he could raise a family.
Family? Where the fuck had that come from? Sure, he liked kids well enough but did he want one or more of his own? He imagined girls that looked like Rocky with his dark hair or boys with her blonde.
Trudging up the stairs to his door, all he felt was tired.
There’d been no practice for him today but he felt like he’d been running plays for hours.
Exhaustion overtook him and all he wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep for about a week.
Normally after good romp with a woman, he was ready to go out and look for another one.
But not now. Now all he could think about was sleep and how to get Rocky in his bed again.
His mind was coming up with so many things he wanted to try with her.
His dick twitched and he frowned. Just thinking about her had his body reacting.
He was well and truly fucked. He’d come to accept the idea that he wanted sex with her.
That didn’t mean he loved her, did it? Stumbling to the bedroom, he dropped onto the bed and fell asleep fully clothed.
He dreamed of Rocky and babies and a life after football.