Chapter 2
CHAPTER
TWO
HOLDEN
The instant we were free of the club, I hauled the dancing beauty into my arms and pressed her into the brick. Her gasp gave me the entrance I needed, and I smashed my mouth to hers. Gripping her thighs, I lifted her and devoured every inch of her mouth. Lust buzzed through my body, overruling everything else.
This wasn’t like me.
I hadn’t planned to come out tonight, much less hook-up. Football camp started in the morning, and I needed to do well. This was my last season to get noticed by scouts. But when my roommate suggested hitting this place up, I hadn’t been able to come up with a good enough reason to deny him. Instead, with how things were going, I owed him for dragging my ass out.
The dancing beauty was the hottest girl I’d ever seen.
She whimpered in my arms. I squeezed her luscious backside, and my fingers dug into her juicy flesh. Breaking the kiss, I gave us both a chance to suck in air and trailed my lips down her throat. I couldn’t stop touching her. My head spun with all the things I wanted to do to her. They toppled over each other in an attempt to win out.
I wish I had longer than tonight.
The thought should’ve scared me. Frankly, this whole night should have. I didn’t chase girls. I didn’t have to. But there was something about her.
Not to sound cocky, but girls had thrown themselves at me since freshman year of high school—perk of being the school’s starting quarterback. As my skill on the field grew, so did my reputation in the bedroom. By college, I had to pry them off with a stick. I just had to give a look and there was available pussy whenever I wanted it.
I didn’t date, and I barely slept around during football season, which somehow made girls try harder. No one had tempted me to seek more, and I didn’t see that changing. January to August was open season, and if I wanted a different girl every hour, I could.
I wasn’t a dick about it. The girls knew the score, and most only wanted to say they’d slept with the QB of Hayward. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement. I got laid and kept my focus on football, and they gained an incredible night and notoriety.
Win, win.
Even tonight, girls had swarmed me in a town miles away from home. They might have known who I was if they followed football, but I didn’t need that to draw attention. I wasn’t a slouch in the looks department. Good genetics and daily workouts for years had given me a body made for football, one girls drooled over.
But none of the women hanging around me at Orchid had gained my attention. The minute my eyes spotted her dancing, I’d been enraptured and frozen to my spot. Everyone faded away as I watched her dance, debating on what to do. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d made the first move. Maybe that was why she intrigued me ?
But I knew that wasn’t all of it. She moved like she had to, like the world would stop turning if she didn’t dance. I didn’t know how long I’d watched her until she noticed—or her friend had. When our eyes met, I felt a bolt of rightness smack me in the middle of my chest. A self-assured connection I’d only experienced when I stepped onto the field.
When she’d hooked her finger at me, beckoning me, I’d almost wussed out. Insecurity had raised its ugly head, worry she’d reject me. That was when it hit me. I’d become complacent with women, letting them do all the work. The realization spurred me on, and with adrenaline pumping through me, I stepped forward. The unknown of what the night held had activated my dormant heart.
She made me feel more excited than a touchdown.
Kissing her, I ground my hardness into her. I was desperate to feel every inch of her body. The slam of a door and voices echoed down the alley that I’d hauled her into, breaking our kiss. We stared at one another, our breaths sawing in and out. She reached up to touch her lips, astonishment flashing in her magnetic green eyes.
Satisfaction poured through me, knowing she felt this as intensely. I didn’t know what it meant, but for the moment, it gave me the boost I needed.
“Please tell me your place is near. I’m this close to taking you in this dirty alley. Only the thought of seeing you naked is keeping me from it.”
Her eyes widened, and she blushed innocently, the act making her more attractive somehow. On the dance floor, she’d been a sexpot, so seeing this side of her made me wonder what else would make her blush… and just how far it spread.
“Wow. Um. Okay.”
“That a yes, Wildcat?”
“Wildcat?” Her nose scrunched up, and I wanted to kiss it .
“I assume you go to Brighton. That’s your mascot, right?”
“Oh, yes.” She nodded, her eyes glazed and wide.
“So?” I lifted a brow, hoping I hadn’t jumped the gun with her. She blinked, the lust clearing.
“Right. Yes, I’m around the corner.” She nodded as if she were agreeing with herself.
“Lead the way, Wildcat.”
“Um…” She giggled, and holy fuck, my brain went offline at the sound. Was she a fairy? No, that wasn’t a real thing. “You have to put me down so I can walk.”
I glanced down. Apparently, I’d forgotten I’d lifted her against the wall. She fit naturally against me, and the thought of being separated didn’t sit right with me.
“Nah. I have a better idea.” I lowered her and turned, adjusting my dick as I kneeled. I glanced over my shoulder, tapping my back. “Hop on, Wildcat.”
“Funny.” She rolled her eyes, pulling her tight shorts down. My eyes snagged on the sliver of skin she revealed around her midsection, and I licked my lips. Her arms moved to block my view, crossing over each other to cover herself. I frowned at the loss, not liking she’d covered herself.
“Don’t do that,” I barked, harsher than I’d intended. I wasn’t mad at her, but at the fact she felt she had to hide. Her eyes widened, but she dropped her arms and bit her lip. Narrowing my eyes, I dropped my voice. “I’m not in the habit of repeating myself, Wildcat. The quicker you hop on, the faster I can sink inside your pussy.”
Heat lit her eyes, the green darkening as she stared at me. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Rolling my eyes, I turned and wrapped my arm around her thighs before I stood and tossed her over my shoulder. Her hands dug into my back, and she let out the cutest little shriek.
“Oh my god! Put me down, brute!”
“Nope. You had your chance. Now we do it my way. ”
“You’re bossy.”
I smirked, practically hearing her pout. I enjoyed this more than I should and didn’t know what I liked better—the confident wildcat or the na?ve sweetheart. Both had my blood pumping and my cock leaking like no other.
“Tell me where to turn, or I’ll find another alley and not care who stumbles upon your nakedness.”
“Put me down, and I will!”
“Can’t do that, Wildcat. You had your chance. Not my problem you didn’t see the quarterback sneak.” My grin widened at her outrage.
“Of course, you’re a jock.” She mumbled something else before telling me to turn right.
“Not a fan?” I asked, nodding at the people who passed. Their eyes were curious, but no one questioned why the six-foot-four guy carried a girl over his shoulder. The things I could get away with sometimes unnerved me, but I was thankful for it in this scenario. “You’ll change your tune real soon, Wildcat,” I said when she didn’t respond.
“Doubtful,” she grumbled, then sighed. “Third building on the left. You’ll have to put me down so I can get in, Jockstrap.”
“Call me whatever you want, Wildcat. But if you want to know what name to shout when I rock your world, it’s Holden.” God, this was fun.
I slid her down my front, letting her drop to her feet slowly. Everywhere she touched me burned, lighting up my lust. Her breath hitched, her eyes hooded as she stared up at me, and her hands gripped my biceps.
“Holden,” she whispered, licking her lips and drawing my attention to her tongue. My name had never sounded so good coming out of a girl’s mouth before. She said it with reverence. I’d never needed to be consumed by someone as much as I did her.
“Emerson. ”
“Huh?” I blinked, glancing at the building to see if that was the name.
“My name. It’s Emerson.”
“Emerson,” I repeated, liking how it felt in my mouth. She melted into me at the sound of her name, her eyes slightly dazed. I loved that her name wasn’t typical like mine. She was extraordinary, so she needed a name to match.
The door opened behind us, hitting her in the back of the legs and breaking our bubble. I growled and gave the guy who’d hit her the same look I stared down defensemen with, and he hurried away quicker than most of my receivers. I grabbed the top of the door before it closed, pushing Emerson in.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. It’s nothing,” she said, her cheeks reddening again. We were quiet as we walked up the stairs, and I prayed she wasn’t changing her mind. Despite my cock being the hardest it had ever been, I’d walk away if she wanted. But I wasn’t ready to leave her. Each little nugget of information had me wanting more.
Emerson pulled her phone out and scanned it over a black box on the wall. The door from the stairwell to her floor beeped, turning green, and she pulled it open. That should’ve clued me in on how nice this place was. Regardless, I wasn’t prepared for what awaited me on the other side.
Gray hardwood floors decorated with thick rugs in cream and teal came into view. Actual art hung on the wall and there were vases full of fresh flowers. Chilled water and fruit sat atop a glass table next to an expensive coffee maker. The hallway to this place was already nicer than my dad’s house. I swallowed, insecurity returning. My gaze bounced around, noticing how spread apart the apartment doors were. If I was a gambling man, I’d wager they were larger on the inside than the house I grew up in .
“You live here?” My voice came out more skeptical than I intended.
“Um, temporarily. Just for the school year.” She eyed me warily before stopping at a door. She scanned her phone over the keypad, then placed her thumb over a circle when it beeped. It turned green, and she pushed it open, stepping back to let me through.
“That’s some security.”
“Mmhmm. Makes it easier to go out. I can just take my phone.” She wiggled to emphasize her point, biting her lip.
Shit. I needed to quit making her feel bad about living in a nice place. She hadn’t acted like a stuck-up princess. My issues were not hers. I needed to leave them at the door and enjoy the night.
With a smirk, I crowded her against the wall in the entryway, breathing in her delicious smell of fiery pomegranates and something sweet. “Thank fuck for that. Not seeing you in these shorts would’ve been a tragedy.”
Just like that, the mood returned, and her cheeks pinked. Trailing my hand down the pretty shade of pink, I brushed her blonde hair over her shoulder. I loved how her skin pebbled beneath my touch.
“Anyone else home?”
“No.” She swallowed. “Why?” Her heartbeat picked up, her pulse fluttering beneath my hand.
“Good.”
I didn’t respond with words. Instead, I slanted my mouth over hers and pushed her shirt up, relishing the way her skin felt beneath my fingers. I roamed her body with my hands, loving how she came alive with each graze. Her head fell back against the wall, her tongue twisting with mine in a kiss that put all other kisses to shame. Gripping her hips, I broke the kiss and teased my fingers beneath the waistband of her shorts before yanking them.
“What?” she stuttered, her eyes opening to take me in .
I dropped to my knees, grinning at her surprise, as I peeled the tight material off her body. I undid her shoes and placed everything to the side before I took in my conquest.
Emerson’s hands were flat against the wall, and her chest heaved as she watched me. She was naked from the waist down, and fuck was it a sight. Peering at her from this angle undid me. She looked like a goddess, her voluptuous body on display for me.
Trailing my finger slowly up her leg, I loved how she shivered at my touch; except I didn’t know who I tortured more—her or me. Stopping at her thigh, I stared uninhibitedly at her glistening pussy. I licked my lips at the beautiful sight, eagerness overcoming my desire to take my time. At the sight of her wet heat, I couldn’t hold back any longer. Lifting her leg over my shoulder, I dove in and speared my tongue deep. Her body convulsed, and her hands flew to my hair.
“Oh…” she moaned. “You… don’t… ah!” Her fingers threaded through my hair and pulled, something I doubted she was conscious of doing. It thrilled me to make her lose control, to see her come undone.
Flicking her clit, I licked up her center with the flat side of my tongue before sucking on her bundle of nerves. Gibberish flew out of her mouth, accompanied by sounds of pleasure as she writhed against the wall and my face. Leaning back on my haunches, I got lost watching her as I plunged my finger into her center. Her pussy gripped me tight, causing my eyes to roll back as I imagined how tight she’d be around my dick.
“It’s Holden, Wildcat,” I teased, licking my lips and tasting her.
“Yes, yes, yes! Holden!” she shouted, her head thrashing back and forth against the wall and making her hair stick out in every direction. Even so, I’d never seen a woman look so beautiful as she came.
Her fingers tugged at my strands while her pussy convulsed around my finger as she came. Her cum coated my fingers; the smell of her arousal made my dick leak more, and I was seconds away from coming in my boxers, untouched.
Licking my finger, I held her eyes as I placed her leg on the ground and stood. If she wasn’t leaning against the wall, I expected she’d be a puddle on the floor about now. Cupping her jaw, I kissed her like I had all the time in the world and ignored the imaginary clock ticking down to my future—something she wasn’t part of.
Why did that make me feel sad?
“That… wow,” she said, breaking the kiss with a smile.
“The night’s still young, Wildcat, and I’m not done yet.”
Shaking away the melancholy, I grinned and lifted her into my arms. A laugh tumbled out at her squeak of protest, but she wrapped her legs around my waist and I marched down the hall, my mission clear—time to run the ball.