Bad Boy's Baby Part 12

I pushed her legs apart, breathing heavy against her warm flesh. She panicked against her own desire.

"I want to watch you come. Once wasn't enough, Kiss. Twice won't be enough. If I had it my way, I'd leave you naked and writhing on my bed from now until we both pa.s.sed out from exhaustion. Then I'd wake you up just so I could taste that sweet cream of yours again. You get me?"

"I...I can't."

"You can't come?" My grin wasn't meant to rea.s.sure her. I gave her fair warning before she was about to get devoured. "Sure, you can, Kiss. You'll come hard the instant I slide my tongue over that little c.l.i.t. I'll suck on it a bit, make you purr. Lap up all that honey inside you until you scream my name and I forgive you for rejecting me."

"Jack-"

"I want to make you come. I want to hear you thank me with a moan. I want to taste your pleasure. And I want to own this little p.u.s.s.y's every quivering pulse. You get it yet?" My fingers dug into her thighs. "And you're gonna let me because you know d.a.m.n well it's all you've thought about too."

Her legs fell open for me. Those pink panties were in my way. I'd have bitten through them if I wasn't worried I'd accidentally nip what I planned to worship, sink into, grind against in a moment of pure ecstasy.

My c.o.c.k hardened until it threatened to rupture. No time to drag the material away. I pushed it to the side with a quick flick of my fingers, exposing the delicate little crest.

Leah held her breath before I sunk between her legs.

She released it in a surprised gasp the instant my tongue whipped against her c.l.i.t. I took every last fold and petal within my mouth and savored the part of her I wanted only to taste and touch and f.u.c.k until we collapsed.

She didn't need teased, and I waited too long to eat her again. My lips curled over her c.l.i.t, and I suckled just the way I did before, just to hear that throaty groan turn to utter panic at the rush of sensation and excitement and pleasure. Her b.a.s.t.a.r.d fiance never made her feel like this. Even better, I knew her fingers couldn't replicate this feeling when she thought of me alone in bed at night.

Leah's head fell back. Her hips angled up. Now I knew why she was so desperate to stay out of my arms. She knew the instant I grabbed her would be the moment I never let her go. Not until she f.u.c.king melted into a puddle of spent o.r.g.a.s.m and slid from my arms.

And even then, it just made her easier to f.u.c.k.

I liked my women exhausted. Panting. Agonized. But I never got a chance to destroy one in pleasure before. I never wanted to, never enjoyed it before Leah.

But I could watch this woman writhe all afternoon. I'd work her gasping breath and boiling core into a frenzy, and then I'd let her crumple while I wrapped her legs around her. I planned to f.u.c.k this woman delirious with her own desire.

A night of continuous pleasure.

A c.o.c.k buried inside a clenching, dripping, begging p.u.s.s.y.

Watching as Leah came and came and came against me.

f.u.c.k, why the h.e.l.l did I work my entire life for a championship when the only G.o.dd.a.m.ned thing I wanted was to give this woman the ultimate delight of my tongue flicking against her c.l.i.t?

"Jack..." Her fingers ran through her hair, gripped the cement, reached for me. Nothing would ease that need in her. One o.r.g.a.s.m or a hundred, it wouldn't matter when the girl wanted to be f.u.c.ked and f.u.c.ked hard. "I'm...I'm..."

She didn't have to say it. I felt it. The tensing of her body, the clenching of that perfect p.u.s.s.y over my tongue. She whispered my name, but it sounded louder in my head than when they announced me entering the stadium on game day.

Leah arched and bucked and exploded for me, on me, because of me, and nothing in my life looked more beautiful than that woman enjoying the gift I gave her.

She sunk to the cement, resting against the warmed concrete and letting her legs fall wide.

She was mine.

"Jack, G.o.d..."

Wasn't the first time I was compared to a deity. Wouldn't be the last either.

Enough of this bulls.h.i.t. I had no contract extension. Articles were going to run labeling me some sort of s.e.xual predator.

f.u.c.k it.

Why not get one good thing tonight?

I hauled myself out of the pool, stopping only to gather Leah in my arms. I was soaking wet, and she murmured about her clothes, but they wouldn't stay on her long enough to matter.

I busted through my living room, tracking water over the carpet. I'd rip it up and buy a new one, I didn't care. Leah whispered a protest. h.e.l.l no. I wasn't letting her cool off.

I stopped where we were, lifted her in my arms, and took another kiss-deep and hot and promising so much more than a simple o.r.g.a.s.m delivered poolside.

Leah moaned, gripping me tight.

I was in.

I had her.

I steadied her over my couch. The TV blasted loud. The remote hid somewhere, f.u.c.k if I knew. I'd ignore it...

...But the sports channel I watched said my name.

Like a moth to the G.o.dd.a.m.ned bug zapper, I was drawn to my own destruction.

"...No amount of talent is worth it. Jack Carson would be one-hundred million dollars' worth of trouble."

Sons of b.i.t.c.hes. I knew the anchor-Ainsley Ruport, some silver-haired douchebag who never stepped onto a field but thought he could play quarterback better than me. I threatened a lot of reporters. Only one deserved the punch, and I was p.i.s.sed I never got the chance to crush his nose in.

Leah's tongue flicked over mine. I tried to focus on her, but the insults kept coming.

"...With the new morality and behavioral clauses in contracts, no team will risk a fine for a player who refuses to put the team first..."

My fingers tightened on Leah. A photo from the championship game appeared on the screen-the confetti dropping over the podium as quarterback Tim Morgan hoisted the trophy that should have been mine.

"Morgan's got a solid head on his shoulders, and he should be expecting a significant bonus and extension to his contract."

Bulls.h.i.t. Tim Morgan had more wh.o.r.es in his closet than skeletons. No way that b.a.s.t.a.r.d was the pretty boy favorite now?

The picture changed. He held the trophy and his year old daughter on the podium. Christ only knew who he knocked up, but there he was. Brandishing the kid. Changing hearts and minds.

The press loved the baby more than the trophy.

"...This new father really turned his life around and made strides to mature and represent his team..."

What the h.e.l.l did being a father have to do with being a good quarterback?

f.u.c.king nothing.

But they coo'ed over the G.o.dd.a.m.ned baby pictures as if the kid were the starting quarterback instead of Tim.

The idea crashed into my head, so sudden and f.u.c.king perfect I dropped Leah on the couch only to turn the volume up.

"Jack?" Leah straightened her skirt, confused.

I didn't take my eyes from the TV, my grin growing by the second.

"I just solved our PR problem, Kiss."

"You did?"

"I know exactly how to win over the league."

She sat up straighter, glancing from me to the TV. "How?"

"I wanna make a baby."

Chapter Seven Leah.

Make a baby?

What in the ever-loving- "Are you out of your mind?" I yanked my skirt down, covering a part of me way too exposed to h.o.r.n.y McKnockup. "You want to make...you don't make a baby. You have babies!"

"Don't get greedy, Kiss. I only need one."

I bolted off the couch. He had a raging hard-on and an idiotic idea. It was the Jack Carson Trouble-Maker special, and I hadn't ordered any of it.

"You want to have a baby?"

"Look at him!" He pointed to the television, gesturing to a very smug and attractive looking man I recognized only once they showed him in uniform. "That is Tim Morgan. He's a c.o.c.ksucking son of a b.i.t.c.h. If the earth had an a.s.shole, he's it, walking around, pretending he's G.o.d's gift to the league. That b.a.s.t.a.r.d has taken every drug on the market, f.u.c.ked every wh.o.r.e on the gulf coast, and threw his bowl game in college because he had money riding on it."

"How do you know?" I asked.

Jack snorted. "We used to be friends."

"I'm not surprised."

"Tim knocked some girl up two seasons ago, and now that a.s.shole is on every cereal box and video game. He didn't change a d.a.m.n thing about himself. Just holds up that kid and people think he's the second coming. The baby changed his image. Everyone forgot the bulls.h.i.t, and now they praise him for being a great father."

"You think having a baby changed his image?"

"Yeah, I do. And it worked." Jack set his jaw. That s.e.xy determination infected him with the worst ideas ever. "I need to have a baby."

"Wanting to change your image is no reason to have a child."

"Why not? I like kids."

"Oh, my G.o.d." My legs were still wobbling from the most amazing o.r.g.a.s.m of my life. "Are you serious right now?"

"Uh-oh. If you don't like that idea, you're gonna hate the next..."

Jack raised his eyebrows. His gaze was positively lecherous.

I knew exactly what he wanted.

I pointed a finger at him but regretted not flipping the one he deserved. "Absolutely not."

"Come on."

"Oh, yeah. That's a convincing argument." I stared him down, but the dashing blues were entirely too excited for this conversation. "Might as well just beg me because all the cool football players are doing it."

"Hear me out-"

"Jack, I'm not having a baby with you!"

"Look, we're already playing the committed relationship card. This would really make them think I've changed."

"How about instead of making them think you've changed, you stop getting into trouble? You take some responsibility for yourself?"

He shrugged. "Be realistic. The league likes having a scapegoat. They want to punish me. The media loves to catch me with my pants down and a girl sucking my c.o.c.k. They're looking for reasons to f.u.c.k me over. It won't matter if I turn celibate and never leave the house. I'll make a mistake, and they'll use it against me. Having a baby is like...like..."

"Don't say it."

"Insurance."

"You swallowed too much pool water."

Jack grinned. "Swallowed more of you, Kiss. You're slicker than the pool."

"Stop."

I avoided trapping myself within his reach. Jack's pecs and abs still glistened from droplets of water, highlighting every chiseled definition and shadow caught in his muscles. The water ran to the V of his hips, the solid form of an athlete at his peak physical condition and then some. I'd never met a man as attractive, as deliciously gorgeous as Jack.

If I was smart, I wouldn't meet him again.

Letting him touch me with those skilled hands and his tempting tongue was dangerous enough. Now he looked at me like a woman who needed to be f.u.c.ked...and I didn't think he meant to use protection now.

"You wanted a kid," Jack said. "A couple. h.e.l.l, you planned to be pregnant already."

I knew it was a bad idea to be honest with the playboy. "Yeah. I also planned to be married."

"To the a.s.shole that cheated on you."