PART ONEMy teeth ground together in frustration. I couldn't believe I let her talk me into coming to this party.My sister, I mean really- my sister!I watched as she physically entertained a professional football teamhalf-naked, drunk, behaving like a complete slut. I looked away, my eyes in need of disinfectant. No one should see their older sister having her nipples sucked. After a certain age, no one should see their sister's nipples period!The party was in full swing, players at the end of downtime blowing off pre-season steam. This involved plenty of women, booze, and rowdy celebration. Everything but an all-out gang bang- so far.I was hiding in the suite's small kitchen trying to think of a way out that included taking my sister with me. This wasn't the best spot, because it opened on both sides, but at the moment it was empty of partiers.A noise made me turn."Heys, babes." The low, drunken voice slurred, casting obnoxious alcohol breath into my nostrils. At the same
He took my hand.Cripes, this man liked to touch.He escorted me out of the suite and then the hotel. A valet brought his car around. Not what I expected. No flashy sports car, but a BMW. He opened the door for me and I sank into the blissful leather."Buckle up." His hand was already pulling the strap across my chest and sliding it effortlessly into the clasp next to my hip.I gulped and prayed the sound was silent. Killian MacGregor was taking me home to my semi-rundown apartment, a mile from the state college. I took another breath.Him-the car smelled just like him. They could bottle this and make a fortune.Would leather show stains? I so needed a towel under my ass."Where to?" One confident hand held the steering wheel."The university."Even though I couldn't see them in the dark interior, I felt his eyes on me. His head dipped slightly. "Dancer?"My thighs slammed together."Runner."He didn't comment, just pulled around the long circular drive and headed out to th
The entire week after THE party, I spent every available minute on the Internet researching Killian like some obsessed fan. I couldn't help myself.Twenty-five years old, star quarterback in college, first-round draft pick when he turned pro at twenty-one. Two years ago, he took over the starting quarterback position for the Scorpions. One year ago, he was one of the country's most eligible bachelors. But, as always, there was a downsidehe was known to have a quick temper, use his fists when push came to shove, and for a non-thug position like quarterback, he had a thug reputation. And I couldn't forget- the face of an angel.I dug deeper. His single mom raised him along with one brother, but no other articles gave insight into his family. An in-depth feature about his high school years shed some light on his temper. He grew up in Richmond, California, and attended a predominately non-white high school. There, he learned to use his fists until his throwing arm caught the eye of the v
What the hell did you wear to a football game in an indoor arena anyway? What did it matter? He probably wouldn't even see me or I him. I might just go, watch the game, and return to my apartment where Big Ben waited. I called Amanda."Really, Becca, there's no dress code. Be comfortablecomfortable shoes and a lightweight top will do. The stadium's cooled, but still gets warm when all the hot bodies pile in.""Okay, thanks." I hadn't told Amanda or Lyle, my prerequisite black, gay friend, as he called himself, how I got the tickets, just that I had them and they were invited. Amanda was great in that she didn't ask too many questions, because her mind was currently filled with finding a student-teaching position. But she did enjoy football and went to all the college's games. She also stood nine inches shorter than me and made me feel goliath. Lyle was two inches shorter than me, an arts major, and completely gay since before puberty. He really enjoyed football but only because o
Malory directed us to the front seats, which were to the right of the owner and his group, but separated by an aisle. "These are Killian's and he wants you sitting here," she said when I gave her a, "No I'd rather sit in the very back" look.Just as we took the proffered seats, the crowd started clapping and cheering. I looked down at the field and saw Killian, helmet dangling from his hand, leading the team onto the field at a steady jog.Oh my fucking my.In street clothes, he was a wet dream, but in pads, the number twenty jersey, and skin-tight football pants-totally cream-dream worthy. Damp hair hung just a little below his ears and was plastered to his head. He made the wet shaggy style look scrumptious. I continued to subconsciously drool as he sat on the grass, spread his legs, and stretched."Heart attack here. Where's the medic?" Amanda said in a low voice.Malory heard, laughed, and said too loudly, "We keep smelling salts on hand for just this purpose.""I need some o
Killian clicked a built-in switch above our heads and the wrought iron gates opened into a different world. He hadn't touched or looked at me since his vocabulary demise. It was disconcerting, but I thought he might have some idea of the literal puddle I was sitting in. By not talking, he was looking out for the best interest of his car.He drove up the long driveway, clicked another control, and drove straight into the monstrous garage. I had just enough time to notice a huge truck and little else."Don't touch that door."My hand had automatically lifted to the handle. There was something to be said for his manners when it came to gentlemanly behavior, but he negated it with his commands.Like I really cared!He opened my door, grasped my hand and walked me through the door into his home. Again, I had little time to appreciate the details because he pulled me past the kitchen, an entertainment room, took me around a corner, down a long hallway and into his bedroom. It was a huge
The covers were now pushed to the bottom of the bed. He held me curled with my back against his chest, my legs pulled slightly into my stomach. He'd arranged me how he wanted me then skimmed his fingers from my hip past my knee. God this man's touch drove me wild even in my sexually exhausted state."You hungry?"The words broke the spell, but it took me a moment to switch from the prefrontal cortex orgasmic part of my brain to the lateral hypothalamus hunger part of my brain. He waited patiently, never stopping the lazy slide of his fingers."Starving."In one fluid movement, he rose from the bed, totally unconcerned with his nakedness. I looked at the hand he held out. My nudity caused me to hesitate."Um." I sat up, ignoring his hand, and made a grab for the rumpled sheet.His fingers closed around mine. "Naked, in my kitchen-now.""No way," I yelped.I wasn't sure what to expect with my rebellion, but even so, I was surprised over what I got.His dimples flashed and be beg
I could do nothing but blink several times at the quick change in subject.He gave me a lopsided grin. "Things are about to get fuck-all hectic. I don't handle relationships well during football season. I'd like you to stay the night."My heart dropped. I wouldn't be meeting his cook. I looked away, feeling tears well behind my eyes like some stupid heartsick teenager."Hey," his fingers hooked my chin and turned my head his way. "It doesn't mean I won't try, but I have no idea if you can put up with the intense focus I need during season.""Focus?""It's what I eat, live and breathe. I make no excuses and I get paid a hell of a lot of money to be the best. I'm a very poor loser and not even my mother wants to be around when that happens. I want to give you tonight and tomorrow before you judge me on more than what you'll see when regular season starts."Really, when I thought about it, none of this made any sense. "Why me?""Truth." He stared intently into my eyes. "The party.