Chapter Six
Hot Times in Portland
I never knew the inside of a car could get this hot, but it's not the heater making the windows fog up. It's us. My breath and Regan's mingle in the confined space as our hands explore each other's body with a desperation that would embarrass me if I could think straight.
"Mike, oh God, don't stop, make me scream."
The wet sucking sound of her riding me like a wild woman fills the air.
The fogged-up windows hide our lust for each other from prying eyes.
I grasp her hips and push her backward just enough that she's now splayed across the center console, my hands pinning her wrists above her head.
She arches her back, those blue eyes darkening with desire.
"Regan," I growl between ragged breaths. "You're giving me a heart attack."
"We haven't really done anything yet. Shut up and blow me apart."
Outside, I can barely see golden leaves plastered to the window of my car. But in here, we've created our own climate system. Her hair spills across the dashboard like a veil, just the way I imagine a goddess might look as she descends to earth, nude and aroused.
"Are you sure that's what you want?" I ask, because even in this moment of absolute insanity, I need to know.
"Mike Hannigan," she pants, "if you don't finish what you started, I swear I'll tell the entire Bigfoots team you chickened out because I'm too much for you to handle."
"You'll never be too much."
She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, urging me to go deeper until I swear I can feel the walls of her vagina nudging me. The sensation makes my eyes roll back, and a groan escapes from somewhere deep in my chest.
"You're the one who's too much," Regan whispers, her lips brushing against my ear. "Too much for any woman to resist."
My laugh turns into a splutter. "Tell that to my ex."
Immediately, I regret bringing Chandra into our sizzling-hot moment.
Regan stiffens beneath me, but only for a second.
Then she throws her head back again, moaning and crying out, driving me over the edge.
I dive down and ravage her lips, then thrust my tongue deeply into her mouth just as she crests her first orgasm.
But her inner walls clench around me in rhythmic waves that drag me right along with her.
I impale Regan over and over while her glistening juices drizzle down my dick and the car creaks around us.
The pressure in my dick has become overwhelming.
I need us both to come right now. So I find her clit, rubbing it hard until a wild cry erupts from her lips, and unleash all my lust for her inside that lush body.
"Holy heaven," I pant against her mouth when I can finally form words again. "Pretty sure I had an out-of-body experience."
She laughs, a throaty sound that vibrates through her chest and into mine. "Yeah, me too."
"Uh-huh," I agree, because what else can I say? My brain is still short-circuiting.
I pull Regan against me, nuzzling her cheek while both our breaths bluster over me.
We stay tangled up together for a moment, catching our breath while the windows are now completely opaque with condensation.
Outside, rain starts to patter against the roof, creating a soothing backdrop to our ragged breathing.
"We should probably move before someone calls the cops," Regan finally says, but she makes no effort to disentangle herself from me.
I brush a strand of hair away from her flushed face. "I could stay like this forever. But you're right. We should relocate to somewhere other than the parking lot before somebody catches us in the act. I'm assuming you want to keep this on the down low."
"You assume right, Hannigan." Her lips curl into that crooked half-smile, the one that raises the hairs on my arms---in a good way. "So, will it be your place or mine?"
"Mine's closer." I reluctantly untangle our limbs, feeling strangely off kilter. "Unless you want to risk driving across town looking like we just screwed each other's brains out."
"Ugh, I can just imagine the headlines," Regan says. 'Portland Bigfoots' QB Caught Steaming Up Windows with Renowned Figure Skater.'"
"At this point, I'm surprised we haven't already made TMZ."
"Is that something you're worried about?" Regan asks, suddenly becoming more serious while she straightens her clothing. "Dating a public figure?"
"Dating?" The word hangs between us, loaded with possibility.
I wince. "Uh, I think we're way past the 'will they, won't they' stage, Banks. Unless you make a habit of christening random guys' backseats. Besides, I'm a public figure too."
She punches my shoulder. "You know what I meant."
"Yeah, I do." I lean over to help her with her tangled clothing. "And no, I'm not worried about the publicity. I'm worried about...other stuff."
"Such as?"
"My ex catching us half-dressed and smelling your cream. I wouldn't put it past Chandra to show up at the pivotal moment."
Regan lifts her brows. "Does she stalk you?"
"No, I didn't mean that. I was remembering the way you and Chandra both sat in the bleachers while I was on the practice field." I can't quash my smirk. "That was kind of hot, though. Watching two women glare at each other over me."
"You would find that hot. Sheesh, men and their egos."
I wink. "Any chance of a girl-on-girl mud wrestling match? Nude, of course."
"In your dreams, Hannigan." Regan pulls away from me, adjusting her clothes.
"Can't blame a guy for trying."
I watch Regan attempting to smooth down her thoroughly mussed hair. But it's a lost cause. Anyone who sees her is going to guess exactly what we've been doing.
I tuck myself back into my pants and try to seem presentable. "I have beer in the fridge. We could---"
Regan shakes her head. "No thanks. I'll grab an Uber."
She flings the door open and tries for a classy exit, but she trips and barely stops herself from tumbling to the pavement. I'm about to reach for her, to help her up, but she sprints away before I get the chance.
"Wait, Regan!" I scramble out of the car, barely remembering to grab my keys.
The rain immediately plasters my hair to my forehead as I chase after her retreating figure, but I'm too damn late.
She's too fast for me, anyway. I guess all those spins and jumps make a her quick on her feet.
And I stand here in the rain like an idiot, watching her disappear around the corner of the stadium. A moment later, a car zooms away.
Must be Regan's Uber.
"Dammit," I mutter while rain drizzles down my collar.
What just happened? One minute we're having mind-blowing car sex, and the next she's bolting like I suggested we get matching tattoos. Was it the Chandra comment? Or the mud wrestling joke? Both were admittedly stupid but hardly reason to flee the scene.
As I trudge back to my car, soaked and confused. Then I realize the windows are still fogged up too, like a steamy reminder of what we'd just shared. As I slide behind the wheel, my phone buzzes in the center console where I'd tossed it earlier.
It's a text from Regan: Thanks for the big O, cowboy.
By the time I walk into my apartment, I've resolved never to get it on with another athlete.
Way too complicated. But as I strip off my wet clothes, I notice something weird.
I swore I'd turned my bedroom lamp off before leaving my apartment this morning, but I see a warm glow emanating from that space. Yeah, I must've forgotten, that's all.
I toss my wet clothes in the dryer, then shuffle into my bedroom, pulling a towel around my hips.
But I'm not alone.
"Chandra?" My ex-girlfriend is sprawled across my bed like she still lives here, wearing nothing but one of my old Portland Bigfoots T-shirts that barely covers the tops of her thighs. Her dark hair cascades over my pillow, and she's propped up on one elbow.
"Hi, sugar pie," she purrs, stretching languidly, showing off her golden-skinned body. "You're all wet. Want me to dry you off?"
I stand frozen in the doorway, acutely aware that I'm wearing nothing but a towel around my waist. Suddenly I feel like I've been caught cheating, which is ridiculous. Chandra and I broke up months ago.
"How did you get in here?" I demand, gripping my towel tighter.
She dangles a key between her manicured fingernails. "You never asked for your key back, Mike."
I gape at her, dumbfounded. The key? Of course. After we broke up, I changed the locks on the front door of the building since my landlord is paranoid about security, but I never thought about the spare key to my actual apartment that I'd given her way back when.
"That doesn't explain why you're here," I say, struggling to keep my voice steady. My skin is still flushed from being with Regan, and I'm pretty sure I reek of sex. "Or why you think it's okay to just let yourself in."
Chandra pouts. "I missed you. Is that such a crime?" She sits up, the movement causing the shirt to ride up dangerously high on her thighs. "Besides, your dad called me."
My jaw drops.