Full Coverage: Boys of Fall (13 page)

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“
T
he shoes stay on
.”

Nolan jerked his bow tie loose as he watched Randi turn. She had one hand braced on the back of the chair near the window and one foot off the floor. She was trying to undo the tiny buckle on the side of her silver shoe.

“Oh really?” She gave him a sexy, knowing smile.

He stepped toward her. They weren’t cowboy boots, but they were hot as hell. She was dressed completely inappropriately for February in New York, but she’d turned heads all night at the party. Nolan was pretty sure his own tongue had been hanging out all night. She looked like a princess…who was about to have a very charming screaming orgasm.

“But the dress can go. And the bra and panties.”

He tossed his tie and jacket onto the bed and untucked his shirt.

The only thing about the night that had been good was Randi. She’d loved the trip to New York so far. She’d taken in the lights in Times Square with wide eyes, she’d laughed throughout the zig-zagging cab ride, she’d moaned in pleasure when she’d bit into the hot dog from the street vendor. She’d even said a soft “wow” when they’d stepped into the lobby of his editor’s offices and then another one when they’d stepped off the elevator on the fortieth floor, where the party was being hosted.

“I’m not wearing a bra with this dress,” she told him as she reached behind her for the zipper and pulled it down. The dress fell into a white cloud at her feet. She looked like an angel standing on that cloud. Bare-assed naked. “Or panties,” she added.

“Come here.”

He’d been wound up all night. In part because of the acres of peach-scented skin that had been flirting with the white dress that managed to look sweet and innocent and fuck-me-hard at the same time. Truly a case of heaven and hell for him.

The other part had been his editor. Who hated the new beginning chapters of his book.

Randi stepped out of the circle of the dress and walked toward him. Bare breasts, bare pussy, silver heels—the best way to end the night. This was all he was going to focus on. This woman and the way she made him feel.

As soon as she got close enough, he tangled his hands in her hair, tipped her head and kissed her. Fucked her mouth, actually. He was not in the mood for sweet and slow and romantic. His emotions had been swirling ever since Brad had said, “What the hell was that?” about the new chapters, two seconds after handing Nolan a whiskey. At least he’d waited until Randi had disappeared into the ladies’ room.

Nolan tamped those thoughts down and focused fully on the hot, sweet mouth he was plundering with his tongue, and the noises she was making in response. Her hands fisted the front of his shirt, her heels put her three inches higher—lining her pelvis up with his almost perfectly.

He needed an outlet for all of this energy. The party hadn’t been the you’re-amazing celebration he’d expected from his editor and agent. He wasn’t the only author in attendance, of course, and he was grateful they’d all had to spread their attention. He hadn’t wanted to spend the four hours talking about how he’d fucked up the book.

Randi’s hands slid to his back and she pressed closer, and Nolan knew that she was the
only
thing that could take his mind off of the mess he’d created and wasn’t sure he could fix.

He lifted his head and stared down at her dazed eyes and swollen mouth.

Randi. The only bright spot to all of this. Even if he’d screwed up the book completely, he wouldn’t have traded the two weeks of conversation with her for anything.

“On the bed. Spread out.”

She must have seen something in his eyes because she bit her bottom lip and then did exactly as she’d been told. She walked backward to the edge of the bed, sat down, then lay back, spreading her legs.

And Nolan couldn’t even remember where they’d been ten minutes ago, not to mention the rest of the night before this moment.

He crossed to stand between her knees, drinking in the sight of her. “Damn, Randi.”

“Touch me.” She slid one knee up and let it fall to the side.

“I fully intend to. Over and over. All night long.”

Randi moved her leg against the comforter. “When are you going to start?”

He felt his mouth curl. This woman wanting him was the best thing in his life. “Impatient?”

“I’m naked, spread out on your bed, and you’re fully dressed and just standing there. I don’t think it’s impatient. I think it’s horny.”

He chuckled. And it was such a relief. The humor and the lust and the…love. All of the things that Randi made him feel were such a relief after the anger and resentment that had been balled in his gut all night.

“How about a ‘please, Nolan, I’ll die if you don’t fuck me right now’?” he asked.

“I’m very prepared to stroke you, but I didn’t realize it would be your ego.”

He dragged a finger up her inner thigh. “Let’s start with my ego. But we definitely won’t stop there.”

She gave him a heart-stopping grin. “Please, Nolan. I need you. I never realized how much another person could make me feel. But when I’m with you, I am the best version of myself and I feel like I can do anything.”

His heart turned over in his chest. Holy… That was so much better than what he’d suggested.

“Now,
please
fuck me. I’ll die if you don’t.”

Okay, it was
slightly
better. Because hearing her ask him to fuck her was pretty damned amazing too.

He didn’t touch her again as he undressed. He’d planned to make this fast and dirty, something to completely block out the other thoughts and worries the night had stirred up. But he didn’t need dirty. He just needed her. He had no thought in his head except making her feel everything she made him feel. And making her come. Hard.

He tossed his clothes to the side after fishing a condom out of his pocket. He rolled it on slowly, loving the way her pupils dilated and her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she watched.

“You ready for me, Ladybug?” he asked gruffly, giving himself an extra stroke or two.

“So ready.”

Her voice was breathless and made his balls tighten.

“Show me.” He didn’t plan to say some of the things he said. They just came out. But he wanted to see her touch herself suddenly as badly as he needed to breathe.

Randi didn’t hesitate. She never did with him. It was as if she fully trusted him and was as wrapped up in what he was feeling as he was. She slid her hand down over her stomach to her mound, then over her clit. She gave a little moan as she did it. Then she kept going. Nolan had to stroke himself again to ease the ache. This wasn’t going to last long.

Randi slid her middle finger into her pussy, moaning louder as she did it. She stroked in and out as he moved up and down his cock.

“Show me,” he said again, his voice tight.

Her eyes locked on his, Randi pulled her finger out. It was glistening with wetness and his tongue tingled. He grasped her wrist and lifted her hand as he leaned in. He sucked her finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the length and taking all the sweetness from it.

“Need you,” she told him huskily.

“Always,” he said honestly. He would always need her.

He lined his cock up with her hot center and pressed forward, sliding into her slowly, his thumb rubbing over her clit. With her lying on the bed and him standing, the angle was excruciatingly perfect and he was able to stroke deep on the first glide.

They groaned together as she took him. He lifted her thighs, spreading her farther as he pulled out and then sank in again. He paused, balls deep, and just breathed.

“This,” he finally said. “This is where I want to be forever.”

“That will make it hard for me to go to work,” she said, her voice catching as he moved in her.

“Don’t care. Just want to be right here.” He stroked deep, harder. “Right. Here.” He thrust again. “Forever.”

She arched her back, trying to get closer, but he had all the leverage. He pulled her against him as he thrust forward.

“
Yes
.”

“One of my favorite words,” he said, doing it again.

“How about ‘more’?” she asked.

“More? You’ve got all of me.”

She gave him a sweet smile. “Yeah?”

“Absolutely. Every single part of me. Always.”

“Then how about ‘harder’?”

“That I can do.” He thrust harder, deeper, faster.

Her body tightened around him, spurring him on, and her fingers curled into the comforter on either side of her hips.

He kept moving. Her breasts bounced, the noises she made got louder and higher, and he felt his climax coming.

“Play with your nipples, Randi,” he commanded as he moved his thumb back to her clit and circled. “I need to feel you coming.”

“I’m so close,” she panted, moving a hand to her breast.

She took a tip between her thumb and finger, rolling, tugging, and he felt her inner muscles clench around him.

“Come on, Ladybug. Let me feel it. Let me see it.”

Her breathing grew faster and he thrust harder. She continued playing with her nipple as he thumbed her clit and they climbed together toward their climaxes.

Finally he felt her pussy grab on and begin milking him as she cried out, his name on her lips. Nolan let go, pumping deep, filling her, and the moment after she broke, he felt his orgasm roar from the base of his spine, through his body and into hers.

He stood, making his lungs expand for a few moments before pulling her up and into his arms. He held her tight, his lips against her hair. “I love you, Randi. Love you so much.”

She hugged him back, her face against his throat. “I love you too. No matter what.”

* * *

T
wenty minutes later
, Randi was asleep, curled on her side with her sweet ass pressed against his hip.

Nolan was on his back, his arm under her, listening to her soft breathing, absorbing everything about the feeling of being with her like this. It could only be more perfect if they were in her bed in Quinn. And if he wasn’t going to have to leave her.

Fuck
.

His editor’s words wouldn’t leave him alone.
What the hell was that?
Nolan gritted his teeth as Brad’s voice replayed in his head.
This is supposed to be about football, not Mayberry. Hard-hitting, mud and guts and glory football. Remember? Those were your words.

That was what Nolan had pitched when he’d pitched the book. That was what he’d intended to write. Sure, there was going to be inspiration and maybe some humor mixed in. This was Coach Carr after all. But the backbone of the book was supposed to be the hard work and the sacrifice and the digging deep that the game took—on the part of the Coach and the players.

Now the backbone of the book was Quinn. The town, the people, the history.

Nolan loved it. He’d brought all of that to life, because of Randi.

And his editor hated it.

His agent was ticked off too. Typically, Mike had Nolan’s back. But this time he agreed with Brad. Neither thought the book was bad. In fact, they liked it. For a book about football in small-town Texas, it was excellent. But it wasn’t the book they wanted. It wasn’t the book they’d paid him a hundred thousand dollar advance for.

What got into you?
Those had been Mike’s first words to him.

Then Mike had gotten caught up in the story Randi was telling their little group about how the football mamas in Quinn had suited up and played a game of flag football to raise money for the youth league—and how
flag
football had somehow resulted in a bloody nose, a sprained wrist and a lot of muddy uniforms. Everyone had laughed, including Randi, the sound light and happy, her face glowing and absolutely gorgeous.

Mike had turned to Nolan with an eyebrow up and said, “Oh, I see what got into you.”

Nolan felt his arm tense under Randi. She
had
gotten into him. He’d gone to her for help with the book and she’d given him exactly what he’d asked for—an appreciation for the game. He hadn’t even realized he was looking forward to that first game in the fall until Mike had said that. But yeah, she’d gotten into him.

So now…

Brad wanted the original book back. He wanted to go back to those first chapters and for Nolan to keep going. And he had one month. That was the last of the deadline extensions Brad was willing to give.

Mike’s advice had been, “Fucking write the book.”

Nolan didn’t want to write that book. He liked the new chapters. Hell, he liked all of the new chapters. But he recognized what was happening. His love for the new book was about his love for Randi. She was in every word, on every page. When he read over what he’d written, he could hear and see her in all of the stories.

So, he needed to leave her in Quinn tomorrow—and head back to San Antonio and his apartment and his computer and block everything about her and Quinn out and finish the fucking book.