Dating the Player, page 15
It felt amazing, and once he established a quick, slick rhythm, I came almost immediately, biting my lip to swallow back the cry threatening to spill forth. He lightly slapped the back of my ass.
“There was nothing adorable about that,” he said. “That was fucking hot.”
I realized the pace he was setting had my breasts going up and down rapidly and he was staring at them. Now seemed like a good time to finish undressing for him. Reaching an arm behind me, I popped the hook. The bra immediately sprang forward and it took mere seconds for me to get rid of it entirely.
“Thanks.” He bent his head, still raising me up and down on his cock, and drew a nipple into his mouth. “I love your tits so much. Hell, I love everything about your body.”
It was surprisingly easy to believe Dak. He did seem to appreciate everything about me and that was a heady feeling. “Likewise,” I said. “And I like this position.”
“We’re going to try as many as possible before this weekend is over.” Dak lifted his head from my chest. “Hold on, I’m going to stand up.”
“While you’re still inside me?” I asked, gripping his shoulders. “Is that even possible?”
“It is if you have decent thigh strength.”
Which he clearly did.
He stood up with ease, hands under my ass. When he turned I had a clear view of everything that was happening in the mirror behind the desk.
“That’s what we look like?” I said in amazement. “Dak, that’s so hot.”
It was. He was all muscle and hard thrusting movements, his long hair falling forward. I looked disheveled and aroused, still in my panties, cheeks pink, hair mussed.
“Look all you want, baby. Watch my cock going inside you.”
I was, and while I didn’t think it was possible to be more turned on, I was. Dak pushed me against the wall, my legs wrapped around his hips. I took one last glance in the mirror, enjoying the way his firm ass clenched when he pushed inside me, but then my eyes drifted closed, the sensations overwhelming in intensity. It was too much. It was everything.
I clung to him, not able to hold myself up. But it didn’t matter because Dak had me.
“I’m going to come,” I murmured, amazed at how deep he was, how connected our bodies were.
“Come for me, Kitty. But open your eyes. Let me see you.”
I obeyed him, because it was Dak and I had promised to be a yes-man. But I would have done what he told me anyway, always, because I couldn’t say no to him.
His green eyes were serious, intense, his nostrils flaring.
My orgasm swept over me and I bit my lip to hold back my loud cry.
“That’s it. So beautiful.”
Our eyes were still locked and I knew Dak could probably see too much. See what he did to me. But I couldn’t close them and shut him out. Neither could I read the expression in his eyes. He paused, then gave a low grunt as he joined me, his cock pulsing inside me. I loved knowing that I had done that to him, given him pleasure.
Stay in the moment, I told myself. Stay there and don’t worry about when he would inevitably move on.
So I did. I just held on to him and enjoyed him. Us.
Dak sighed and turned, easing me down onto the desk after he pulled out. “Damn, Kitty.” He leaned forward and gave me a kiss. “I’ve been waiting all week for that.”
I smiled at him, feeling naughty and satisfied all at the same time. “There’s more where that came from.” We had an entire weekend and I intended to take advantage of it.
His eyebrows shot up. “Lucky me.”
As he stepped back and removed the condom, I discreetly tried to fix my panties. They were completely shoved to the side and dipping into places they shouldn’t be. I realized they were actually ripped. The sheer fabric was no match for Dak’s large hands. “You tore my underwear.” I didn’t care other than they were pretty and I’d only been able to wear them once.
“I’ll buy you more.” He looked thoroughly unrepentant.
“Now the bra is useless without matching panties.”
“Then take the panties off,” he said, with a smirk. “We can go shopping tomorrow. I’ll buy you whatever you want, though I would like to make a few requests.”
I slid down off the cold desk, legs sticking a little, making my tits bounce. “We’re not going lingerie shopping together,” I said.
He was staring at my chest. “Huh?”
He seemed to have forgotten what we were even talking about.
“Shopping.”
“Right.” Dak reached for me. “Let me help you out of those torn panties and onto this big bed.”
A glance down revealed he wasn’t looking just to tease or play. He was rock solid again.
Dak scooped me up easily and took me to the bed.
It seemed I had a lot more to learn about sex than I had realized.
I was boneless, weak in the knees, and speechless by the time my phone chimed with our ninety minute alert.
Dak rolled off of me, breathing hard, having just made me orgasm yet again. He held his hands up. “Time.”
I laughed softly, feeling totally and completely in love with him.
Chapter Thirteen
Dak
Eloise had insisted on showering and changing in her room so it looked like she was actually staying there. I thought it was pointless but I wasn’t going to argue with her. Not when I had her naked and wet in the shower. Given the very sexy circumstances, it had taken us longer to get to Train’s condo than I had expected and the guys were blowing up my phone.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out why we’d been late. Our hair was still damp from the shower, I wore a grin, and Eloise looked like she’d been thoroughly fucked, which she had been. Her cheeks were slightly pink from what I suspected was both excitement and embarrassment.
Well aware of the curious stares of my buddies, I introduced Eloise to them one by one. It was important to me that she liked them. I wasn’t worried about them liking her. What was not to like about Kitty?
But the minute I pointed to JJ, who was sitting on the leather couch, sporting a very expensive watch and a big grin, she barely let me speak. “This is JJ Be—”
“I know,” she interrupted. “JJ Beckett. Oh, my God, I can’t believe I’m here, meeting you.” She pushed her glasses up and said, “I had you on my fantasy football team your rookie season and you were my top scorer.”
“You’re welcome,” he said, standing up. “It’s nice to meet you, Eloise.”
I thought he would shake her hand but the idiot pulled Eloise into a big hug. He grinned at me over her head. I glared back at him. When she pulled back her cheeks were even more flushed. She looked a little awestruck. It was a reaction I hadn’t anticipated, and frankly, I fucking hated.
“It’s nice to meet you, too.” When JJ stepped back she didn’t wait for me to continue with introductions. She went straight up to Miles, who was raising his lanky frame off the opposite couch. “Miles Williams. Hi.” She gave him a wave. “Congrats on two thousand yards rushing last season.”
“Thanks.” He smiled. He was known for a million-watt smile and he turned its full force on Eloise. “North, you didn’t tell us your girl knows more about football than you do.”
I should've been prepared for the ribbing. I’d known the guys would give me shit. But I definitely hadn’t planned on watching the woman I was totally into drooling over my best friends. I wasn’t sure she’d ever been quite as impressed by me as she was by these assholes. Then I pictured her having an orgasm with me inside her. She was definitely satisfied with me in that regard.
“I also didn’t know you had started doing stand-up,” I told Miles. “First football, now comedy? Greedy bastard.”
“Don’t forget he’s a math genius too,” Cash said, coming into the room from the kitchen, several beers in both of his hands.
“Thanks for pointing out the obvious, idiot,” I told Cash, who wasn’t known for his quick thinking.
Williams got a ton of attention from the media for completing his master’s degree in mathematics while being an active pro player. Especially since he’d done it on the sly without the team knowing what he was doing. He’d managed to cram a degree into basically two free days a week. It made me look like a complete slacker.
“Don’t be so rude,” Eloise admonished me.
I raised my eyebrows. But I didn’t protest. I realized she and my mother were the only women I would allow to reprimand me in public. What did that tell me? A whole hell of a lot.
Eloise turned away from me. “Hi, Cash, I’m Eloise.” She gave him a sweet smile.
Cash Young was the very definition of a bayou boy. He’d been raised out in the swamp, found he had a talent for tackling, and gotten a scholarship to LSU. A year younger than us, he happily lived on a ranch in Tennessee and didn’t party or sleep around. But some of his good-ol’-boy shit was an act he played up, which he did now, to my great annoyance.
“It’s a real pleasure, miss.” Cash tipped his head at Eloise. “That’s a beautiful name, by the way. Were you named after family?”
“Thank you. No, it’s from the children’s book, where the main character is named Eloise and lives in the Plaza Hotel in New York City. My grandmother suggested it and my mother was ‘fine’ with it. My father gave it the thumbs-up because in French it means famous warrior.”
Why didn’t I know that? I felt bad that I didn’t. Maybe I needed to talk more, fuck less.
The thought made me grin. Nah. I’d find time for more of both. That was the point of a relationship, right? Besides, I knew her middle name. I was winning.
“Damn, that’s a cool story,” Cash said. “I’m just named after Johnny Cash. My parents aren’t subtle people.”
“What, you mean like mine?” I said, with a snort. “Mama North is as subtle as a category five hurricane.”
“True. You’re just an ass-backwards state.”
As a kid, I hadn’t loved my name, but I’d gotten used to it. “At any rate, I think we can all agree who has the worst name.” I sent a thumb in Train’s direction.
“Shut up,” Train said. “Or I’ll go Drago on your ass.”
“What’s wrong with his name?” Eloise asked. “It’s reflective of his heritage.”
“I can admit it’s a mouthful,” Train said, taking a beer from Cash. “Oleksander Volkova isn’t exactly John Smith. But I don’t totally hate my name. Can’t stand my nickname though.”
“You love being called Train,” JJ said. “It makes you feel powerful.”
He said it in the most mocking and sarcastic way possible.
“Want a beer?” Train said, holding one out for JJ. When he reached for it, Train pulled his hand back. “Fuck you. Get your own.”
JJ snorted. “Dick.”
“Asshole.” Train twisted the cap off of his beer. “And by the way, it’s nice to meet you, Eloise.”
“Likewise, Oleksander,” she said, giving him a smile. “If that’s what you want me to call you.”
“Actually, I do. Thank you.” He waved his hand in our general direction. “These guys don’t listen when you say you don’t like a nickname.”
“I understand,” she said, pushing her glasses up. She gave me an amused look.
“Is that directed at me?” I asked. “Are you telling me you don’t like your nickname?” I had to admit it would suck a little joy out of my life to not be able to call her Kitty.
Eloise gave me a smile that could only be categorized as naughty. “I never said that.” She looked like she wanted to say something more, but was conscious of our audience.
I wanted to address this further later.
“What’s your nickname?” Cash asked.
She looked to me to answer.
“None of your business,” I said. “Now what’s our game plan for the night?”
* * *
Eloise
* * *
I was grateful Dak hadn’t shared that he called me Kitty. Yes, he’d said it in front of Sandra at work, strangers at the airport, and even his own family, but it had seemed casual that he had a nickname for me then. It felt… weightier now. And of course it was a sexual innuendo, no matter what he claimed otherwise, and this was an entire loft apartment filled with testosterone.
Being surrounded by these guys was surreal. Who would have ever thought me, of all people, would be hanging out with the current legends of pro football? It wasn’t that I thought of them as celebrities so much as just they were more like over there. Working for the team, I’d met plenty of players, both those in my organization and those from other teams, but I was always in the capacity of staff. We weren’t socializing. And normally, they were doing something professional for the media when I was present, so they were on their best behavior. So to be sitting here, in Oleksander’s apartment and listening to them harass each other, was intriguing.
I had no idea what Dak had told them about us, but they didn’t seem surprised I was there. He must have warned them he’d been sent a babysitter.
But then JJ said, “Well, the plan was to pregame here, then go to the strip club, but are you cool with that, Eloise?”
Dak spoke for me. “No, she’s not. I’m not taking her to the strip club.” He sounded annoyed by the very thought.
Suddenly I realized that I was an add-on. I should have realized that sooner. Dak had this weekend planned with friends and then Jeff had insisted I accompany him. It had never occurred to me that he might resent me being there. So I swallowed hard. I didn’t particularly want to go to a strip club, but I wasn’t a prude either. Maybe even a little curious, as I’d never been to one. But mostly, I didn’t want to be responsible for ruining their time hanging out with each other. Dak wouldn’t misbehave if I was there. I didn’t think. “We can go to the strip club if that’s what you all want to do. I don’t want plans to change because I’m here. Think of me as the place kicker. Here, but not one of the guys.”
Miles cracked a laugh. “Damn. That was a good one.”
“I’m not taking you to the strip club,” Dak repeated, voice firm. “You guys can go in, but we’ll just wander Bourbon Street.”
“I’ll stick with you two,” Cash said. “You know strip clubs embarrass the hell out of me. Unless the two of you want to be alone. I can hang out solo, you know that doesn’t bother me.”
“What the hell?” Train said. “So now we have Cash wandering around by himself, and Dak hanging out with his lady. Are you two going to ditch out too?” he asked JJ and Miles.
I was alarmed. “I feel like this is my fault. I also feel like there is a misunderstanding. Dak and I aren’t… we don’t…” I didn’t know how to explain I wasn’t his girlfriend, which they seemed to think was the case. Which was insane. Though sweet. They seemed casually accepting of the concept despite the fact that I was nothing like Dak’s usual type.
Dak gave me a long look. “We don’t what, Kitty? What don’t we?”
Flustered, I didn’t know what to say. Especially since he’d dropped my nickname. I couldn’t read his thoughts or tell what he was feeling. “I don’t know,” I said, lamely. His expression was confusing me. It was like he wanted his friends to think we were together. Or at least to know we were having sex. My cheeks burned just thinking about what we’d been doing an hour ago.
He sighed and dropped it. “What do you want to drink, Eloise? Train, you got any wine for her?”
“What the hell did we decide?” Miles asked.
“I don’t think anything,” JJ said. “I think it’s time to do a shot.”
I’d spend eight hours straight at the strip club before I started throwing back shots with these guys. They had a hundred pounds on me for starters and I was supposed to be the responsible one. I wasn’t even sure I should drink the wine Oleksander was pulling out of the refrigerator. But I could handle one glass.
“You have a great place,” I said as I leaned onto his concrete countertop. “Very industrial.”
“Thanks. I like the loft vibe,” he said. “Plus there’s a gym downstairs that’s for residents only so I don’t have people bothering me. I hated working out in a public gym.”
“What, like fans?”
“Fans, yes, but that’s fine. I don’t mind that. No, I’d get a lot of douchebag guys wanting to prove they can bench more than me.” Oleksander rolled his eyes and handed me a glass of wine. “I have very little patience and a bad temper.”
He was known for erupting into fights on the field and for his infamous stiff arm. “Thank you,” I said, sipping the wine. “When you have a reputation as a badass guys want to mess with you. It’s a compliment.”
The corner of his mouth turned up. “You’re probably right.”
Dak came up to us and leaned down on the counter next to me. He gave me a smile and pushed up my glasses with a finger on the frames between my eyes. I shifted away. I preferred to adjust my own glasses. Having him move them was disorienting.
“North, your girl thinks I’m a badass,” Oleksander said, sounding smug.
Dak’s eyebrows rose. He watched me straighten up. “More badass than me?”
“It’s not a direct comparison,” I said, a little alarmed. I wouldn’t put it past them to start shoving each other, friends or not. “It’s apples and oranges.”
“Am I the apple or the orange?” He looked annoyed.
I laughed. “What difference does it make? Oleksander is just baiting you, you know.”
Dak stood up. “I know. Doesn’t mean I like it.”
Oleksander went over to the living area, a stack of shot glasses in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other. Once I was sure he was out of earshot I gave Dak what I hoped was a stern look. “Why are your friends referring to me as your girl? I’m supposed to be your assistant, remember?”
Instead of being put in his place, Dak did the total opposite. He cupped my cheek and bent down and kissed me. A slow, lingering kiss that I couldn’t resist. I heard myself sigh. Felt myself drift toward him, hands reaching out to brace myself on his broad chest.
