Chapter 25
Timing matters more than speed.
Gage
A ll thoughts and worries about whether I should let Addy go to save my career disappear as I walk her to my chalet. She came to me when she had good news. She feels this connection as much as I do.
I can’t let her go. I’ll figure out a way to combine football and love. Players do it all the time. How hard can it be?
We reach the chalet and I lead Addy to the sofa. I sit down and pull her into my lap. “Tell me everything,” I say once she’s straddling me.
“You are not going to believe this,” she starts.
“Did you get her email yet with the lawyer’s paperwork?” I ask once she finishes.
She chews on her bottom lip. “Lawyer’s paperwork. Do I really need a lawyer?” She groans. “This is all above my paygrade. I don’t understand any of it.”
I pull her lip away from her teeth. “We’ll figure it out. I have a lawyer but I assume sports lawyers and entertainment lawyers are different. Although, I once met Juliet Ash exiting my lawyer’s office.”
Her mouth gapes open. “You met Juliet Ash?”
“She lives in Steel City.”
“She does?”
I shrug. “She has a house there as well as in New York City and Hollywood.”
“Meanwhile, I don’t have a single house.”
This is the perfect opening. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned as a running back, it's not to hesitate. To hit the hole before it closes.
“You could come live with me.”
She barks out a laugh. When I don’t join her, she sobers. “You’re not joking.”
I tug a strand of her wavy red hair behind her ear. “It’s the perfect solution. You could negotiate the sale of your song to Juliet and spend your evenings.” I wiggle my eyebrows. “And nights with me.”
“I can’t abandon my family. My mom relies on me.”
“Otis has been stepping up lately.”
“There’s a difference between watching his sisters a couple of times in the summer and making sure they get to school and all of their activities on time during the school year. Besides, he’s still a kid himself.”
Seventeen is hardly a kid. At his age, I was playing football while going to school and holding down a job to pay for all of my gear and trips for away games.
I kiss her nose. “Okay. ”
“Okay? You’re not going to push me?”
“And have you accuse me of trying to control you? Nope. I learn from my mistakes. You get tackled by a linebacker enough times, you learn to adjust.”
“Mr. Not Afraid of a Fourth Down is afraid of a linebacker?”
“Have you seen a linebacker in person? They’re big and bulky. And they know how to hit.”
She smiles before leaning close. “Thank you.” She presses her lips to mine.
She starts to retreat but I grasp her shoulders to keep her right where she is. Her breasts pressed against my chest. Her mouth on mine. My cock twitches in appreciation.
I nip her bottom lip. “Let me in.”
The second she opens her mouth, I dive in. Her taste hits me and I groan. I will never tire of her taste. It’s far too sweet and addictive. And it’s mine. No other man will get a chance to taste her if I have anything to say about it.
She scoots forward until her core is centered over my cock. It hardens and lengthens in response. She moans and I thread my hands through her silky hair to keep her right where she is. Right where I want her. Right where she belongs.
She grinds herself against my cock and I grasp her hips to stop her.
She wrenches her lips from mine. “Why are you stopping me?”
“I don’t want to fuck you on the couch. You’re not a groupie. ”
She bats her eyelashes. “What if I want you to fuck me on the couch?”
I groan. “You are not making this easy.”
She wiggles on my lap. “It’s hard. The way I prefer.”
I bark out a laugh. I never know what she’s going to say. It’s refreshing. I love it.
I love her. The words don’t surprise me. I expected to fall for her quickly. The second I saw her sing, I knew I wanted her. Love followed naturally.
I bite my tongue before I blurt out how much I love her. She’ll run faster than a running back hitting daylight after a perfect block upon hearing those words.
I palm her neck. “You sure? I have a perfectly respectable bedroom a few steps away. I think I even made my bed this morning.”
She trails kisses along my jaw. “I’m sure.”
I squeeze her neck until she lifts her head to meet my gaze. I study her eyes. There’s nothing to see but passion in her light brown eyes. No fear. Good. I won’t let her regret being with me.
“Shirt off,” I order.
She smirks before grasping the hem of her tank top and whipping it off.
I growl. “You’re naked. Where’s your bra?”
“Integrated in the tank top.”
She grasps my hands and places them on her breasts. She’s not shy in bed. I love it. “Play with these.”
I chuckle. “Yes, ma’am. ”
She grins. “Ma’am? I like it.”
It’s cute she thinks she’s in charge. We’ll see about who’s in charge.
I knead and massage her breasts until her head falls back and she moans while shoving her chest into my hands. I pluck her nipples until they’re hard peaks. And she grinds down on my cock.
My cock presses against my zipper. Eager to escape and bury itself in Addy’s wet warmth. I agree but she needs to be ready for me.
I trail one hand down her chest until I reach the waistband of her shorts. They’re elastic. Perfect.
I sneak my hand under the fabric and slide her panties to the side. This easy access while she’s straddling me is fantastic.
I tease her clit by drawing circles around it while I continue to pluck at her nipple.
“Please. Please. Please,” she chants.
“Please, what? What does my songbird want? Ask nice and you can have whatever you want.”
“You know what I want.”
“I do? Is it this?” I press the palm of my hand against her clit. “Or this?” I tease her opening with my finger. “Or maybe this?” I thrust my finger into her pussy.
She moans. “This.”
I pump my finger and she lifts up to meet my thrusts. Her walls tighten around my finger and I add a second one.
“You’re nice and tight. ”
My cock strains against my zipper. It’s jealous of my fingers. It wants to plunge into Addy’s tight pussy.
“Are you going to come for me?”
She bobs her head.
“Are you going to scream my name when you come?”
She shakes her head.
I increase my pace until she’s panting. She grasps my shoulders, and her nails dig into my skin through my t-shirt. Her walls quiver and tighten. She’s close. Good. Since I can’t wait much longer.
“Come for me, songbird. Come all over my hand and then I’ll make you come with my cock.”
“Gage.”
I press the heel of my hand against her clit as I increase the pace of my thrusts.
“Gage,” she moans as her climax hits.
I continue to thrust into her until her climax wanes. I wait until she collapses against me before removing my hand.
“Are you too tired for round two?”
In response, she grinds her core against my cock.
“Stand up,” I order. “Shorts off.”
She shimmies her shorts down her legs while I unbutton my jeans and shove them down my thighs. I pat my lap. “Climb on.”
I grasp the base of my cock as she straddles me. “Shit. Wait. I forgot a condom.”
“Are we dating?”
I growl. “Do you seriously need to ask? ”
“Are we exclusive?”
“I don’t want any other woman. Only you.” Only her for the rest of my life if I can manage it.
“And you’re clean?”
“Got a check-up at the start of training camp.”
“Then, we’re good.”
I lift an eyebrow. “We’re good?”
“I’m on the pill, and I haven’t had sex – except for the time with you – in years.”
“Years?” I growl. “We have time to make up for.”
“Oh, goodie.” She giggles as she climbs onto my lap. She poises herself above my cock.
“You’re sure? I don’t mind wearing a condom.”
I prefer not to. In fact, I’d love to throw all of them away and enter her bare every single time. But she’s mine to protect. I don’t want to push her. I don’t want her to have any regrets. Not in life. And definitely not when it comes to me.
She kisses my lips. “I’m sure. But thank you for asking.”
I grasp her hips and lower her down on my cock. As soon as I’m surrounded by her warmth, I lose my mind. I rut into her. I’m a wild animal with no willpower and no control. There is no control when it comes to my songbird.
She’s my obsession. My addiction. My love.
And I’m not letting her go until she’s tied to me.