Hart of the Matter (A Love of the Game Novella) (8 page)

“Touch yourself, play with yourself.”  Nibbling her lower lip, she began a delicate circling over her clit.  “Fucking beautiful.”  His fist pumped a little faster at the sight.  Something he’d only dreamed about before now.  “Put your fingers inside your pussy, let me see how wet you are.”

The hand still on her breast tightened in response and she pinched the nipple firmly. 

Two fingers moved lower and thrust into her body.  She was so wet he could hear it.  Hart watched her for a few seconds and murmured hoarsely, “Let me taste.” 

She lifted her hand and he ducked to take the slick fingers in his mouth.  Sucking gently, he let her flavor explode on his tongue and knew he’d eat her pussy for a long time when he finally got his mouth between her legs. 

Hart moaned and released her fingers.  “Bailey, you’re delicious.  Will you make yourself come for me?  It will hold me over until I can taste you myself, sucking that pretty clit, and fucking my tongue into that lovely pussy.”

A small whimper drifted from her and he smiled hungrily.  His balls felt so tight they were painful.  It took everything inside him to hold back his release, to play with her like this.

“You look like you’re close already, Bailey.  Are you?”  She nodded and returned her hand between her thighs, her fingers circling tightly over her clit.  “I’ve never wanted to come so bad in my life.  I never imagined myself doing this for anyone.” 

His fist moved firmly up and down his thick erection and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. 

Bailey’s eyes focused on his as she stuck out her tongue and licked the pre-come from the head of his dick with a moaning sigh. 

“Better than I imagined.  I’m coming, Hart.” 

He stood between her legs and they flexed against him as the orgasm hit her forcefully.  Her hands tightened on her nipple and over her clit and he knew he’d never seen anything so beautiful as Bailey giving herself to pleasure. 

It was too much for his control.  The first jet of his come landed on her breast and short-circuited his ability to think.  His eyes were mesmerized by the sight of his semen splattering onto her skin and he groaned through the painful release. 

Bailey absently rubbed his come over her nipples and took his cock in her mouth as he stroked himself to completion.  She sucked hard, milking him, while she swallowed around him. 

“Suck me fucking dry. 
Fuck, yes
…”

When he’d given her everything he had – including his soul, he exhaled hard, and she released him with a soft pop.  He pulled her roughly to her feet, turned her into the spray, and rinsed her. 

Shutting off the water, he yanked her into his arms and lifted her off her feet.  Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, and it was so natural to have her with him this way. 

He took a couple of towels with him to the bedroom but didn’t waste time drying them off.  He walked wet and naked through the house to his bedroom. 

Sitting on the edge of his bed, he used one of the towels to dry her hair.  She stared at him as he dried sections by squeezing them in his hands.  Hart realized how domestic the action was and loved how it made him feel. 

Bailey looked terrified. 

He stroked the towel over her back and shoulders.  She reached out to run her fingers over his short soft hair. 

Quietly, she said, “Your hair is starting to curl, Hart.  So soft and pretty…you’ll probably have it cut tomorrow now that I said something.” 

He held her on his lap and simply watched her face.  He felt like he was seeing all of her in a new light and it humbled him.  His perusal made her fidget in his arms.

“Please don’t tell me you have regrets already?  I expected them tomorrow but not
during
…”

Tough as nails
, is how Bailey had described herself earlier.  In every other aspect of her life, maybe she was.  He understood for the first time that he’d always had the ability to hurt her, to
break
her, as no one else could. 

He was ashamed that he’d done both during their history together; when he was too young and dick dumb to treat her right.  She deserved so much more.  He had every intention of showing her exactly how he could use that ability to protect her.

To love her the way she deserved to be loved. 

“Bailey, I need you to stop talking and psycho-analyzing me for just a minute.”  There was a small frown between her eyes and he smiled.  “You’ve always been quicker verbally than me, Bailey.  This time, I need you to let me think before I speak.  I say the wrong things when I don’t.  Things I don’t mean, that hurt you.”

He pulled her closer and felt her ankles cross at his low back.  She wasn’t tiny but compared to him, she felt that way.  His arm covered most of her back and one hand lifted to smooth her hair away from her face. 

“You are even more beautiful than I ever realized.” 

“Hart…”

He shook his head.  “I’m processing the fact that you’re sitting naked in my lap after the most intimately erotic experience of my life.  So just…shush.”  Her lips parted and he kissed her silent.  When he pulled back, he smiled.  “Shush.” 

His hands stroked over her face, through her damp hair.  Hart maintained eye contact with Bailey as he touched her. 

“Am I one of your weaknesses, Bailey?”  Her eyes widened and she tensed to get up.  She wasn’t going anywhere.  “I expected you to do that.  I’m glad you’re not physically strong because I plan to hold you captive until we have a nice chat.” 

Her eyes narrowed and she pursed her lips. 

“Your mad face is so fucking adorable.”  He needed to kiss her and he did, smiling when she wouldn’t open her lips.  Rolling their bodies, he pinned her beneath him on the cool sheets, army crawling higher on the bed with her trapped under him. 

Then he kissed down her neck and over her shoulder.  The moment he felt her begin to relax again, he moved his head to take a nipple in his mouth.  She shot up off the bed and his hands wrapped further around her. 

Hart scraped his teeth over the tightly puckered tip, sucked her to the roof of his mouth, and licked until she was moaning and clutching his head to her.  When he knew she was hypersensitive, he moved to the other breast, slipping his body over hers more than necessary.  Her silken thighs locked against his ribcage. 

His mouth moved over her torso, kissing and licking at her, his hands holding her to him.  Every time a part of her bare body touched part of his, his cock twitched. 

He wanted to fuck her hard and raw…he never wanted that. 

Planting sucking kisses over her cleavage, he told her, “Bailey…talk to me.”

“Wh…what?”

He moved up her body again, licking her nipples before he settled over her lips.  Hart made love to her mouth, his hand moving to her ass, down to her knee, lifting it to his hip and grinding against the cradle of her body, his cock bare against her cleft. 

Her hips moved into him, matching his rhythm as he set the same beat with his kiss.  Bailey was hot and slick, lubricating his cock with her own fluids as he worked against her. 

“I’m struggling.  I’m hard for you again and I’ve never wanted someone so much before.  Not
ever
, Bailey.  I want to slide my bare dick inside your hot, wet pussy like I’ve never wanted anything in my life.  Talk to me, help me be strong.” 

Bailey’s hands reached up to stroke his face.  She looked at him,
into him
, and he opened himself to the only woman who’d ever truly loved him as a man.  Despite his mistakes, despite the pain he’d caused her, this woman loved him. 

Hart let her see who he was and what he’d wanted – but denied himself – for more than a decade. 

“You’re the only man I’d ever trust with my body like that, Hart.  I
want
to feel all of you.”  Her voice was barely a whisper. 

Her hands on his face, her eyes staring deeply into his, he moved in a trance to position the head of his cock at the entrance of her pussy.  Slipping just the head inside, he clenched his jaw against the heightened sensation without a condom.  Her body was warm, wet, and welcoming. 

Every part of her beckoned to him, tempted him as no one ever had. 

She was incredibly tight, flexing around him, and he stroked forward firmly, anxious to bury himself as deep as he could get inside her. 

He felt the barrier resist his intrusion an instant before it gave way.  Bailey winced sharply and Hart froze as his mind fought desperately to comprehend the impossible. 

Chapter Thirteen

Closing her eyes, Bailey whispered fiercely, “Don’t say anything, Hartman.  You can yell at me later.”  This time, he was the one who opened his mouth to speak and she kissed him silent.  “Shush.  I need this one thing, Hart.  Don’t analyze me.” 

“Bailey…”

“It’s just sex, Hart.  It doesn’t have to be a big deal.”

Hart knew better.  It wasn’t just sex for either of them.  If he’d ever doubted her love for him, this moment would have turned those doubts to ash. 

Bailey waited for him to be the first man to make love to her.

He settled into the warmth of her gradually, relaxing his hips when the head of his cock nestled against her womb, a feeling of complete rightness moving through his body. 

Letting her adjust to him, he kissed her, caressed her, hugging her tightly to him.  When he began to move, his strokes were slow and easy, matching the tempo of his kiss. 

He brought her up gently, watching the climax build through her body, her muscles tightening, until she arched into him and whispered his name. 

Still he touched and kissed her…for once, in no rush to get off and get out. 

When it came to past experiences, Hart knew he’d taken what was offered, what came along easy.  All that mattered was a release of the pressure, an easing of the tension. 

It was always just sex.  No commitment, no expectations of anything beyond a night, never longer than a weekend.  He’d fucked women without even knowing their first names, claiming their bodies, and forgetting them the moment he walked out the door.  They weren’t allowed at his house, even before Harley and Lexie moved in, because he didn’t like women he was fucking invading his space. 

Everything about Bailey was different. 

He’d known her since she was a wobbly toddler who had play dates with his sister.  They’d gone to the same daycare together while their parents worked.  As a Kindergartner missing two front teeth, Hart gave her a set of fake teeth leftover from Halloween to play with and it made her smile. 

As a fifth grader when boys started snapping her bra because she was the only ten-year-old with boobs, he’d threatened to pound the worst offenders if they did it again. 

When she turned thirteen and her parents forgot her birthday for the second year in a row, his family did a huge barbeque and invited everyone they knew.  He’d given her a present.  It was the first gift he’d ever bought with his own money. 

The day he rounded a corner and saw two boys sexually assaulting her, his only desire was to make them bleed for touching her, for hurting her.  That was the first time he’d ever seen her cry and everything in him stretched in her direction.

As he unpacked in his dorm room the first day of college, he found the note she’d hidden in his bag.  He hadn’t told anyone how hurt he was that she didn’t come to say goodbye.  Opening the personalized, delicate blue stationary that smelled like her, he smiled.

“Hart, I can’t watch you – any of you – leave.  It feels like I’ll never see you again.  Stupid, I know.  I’m so proud of everything you’ve done to get where you are now.  I know you’re going to settle into your new life and be a huge success one day.  I want that for you.  Do me a favor…try not to forget the people who love you.  Remember that you always have a home to come back to.  Now get out there and be incredible.  All my love, Bailey.”

Everything she’d done for Harley, for Lexie, for his parents over the years…never expecting thanks or for anyone to even notice.

The night they won the NBA Championship, he’d stumbled back to his room at the hotel near dawn and found her gift for him.  At the time, he didn’t know she was already gone, flying back to LA to avoid making him feel awkward around her. 

It was a photo frame with the date of the game and “
I knew you would do it
” engraved across the front.  Three days later, she sent him a photograph of him and his best friends that she bought from one of the sports photographers on the court that night.  The framed picture sat on his desk. 

Through it all, she loved Hart and waited for him to
see
her and acknowledge Bailey as a woman, not as an extension of his sister.  All this time, she waited for him to make her first time
mean
something. 

Even if she believed it only meant something to her.

He’d never dreamed she was still a virgin.  As sensual as she was, it must have killed her to wait.  She was captivating, as he’d seen himself many times.

Bailey writhed beneath him, her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes drifting shut.  As her walls fisted around him, her pussy milking him hard, her lower body arched into his, and she came with his name on her lips. 

Hart sat back on his knees, taking her with him, and her legs hugged his waist.  She looked drunk with pleasure and it made him smile. 

“Are you still with me?”  She nodded slowly.  “Are you sore, Bailey?”  She shook her head and hugged him with her entire body.  It felt amazing.  Hart hugged her back, the way he’d always wanted to hug her, and he felt her gasp against his shoulder. 

He
knew
those were tears on his shoulder and he tried to pull her away so he could see her face but she wouldn’t budge. 

“Tell me why you’re crying.”  She hugged him tighter and he started to thrust his hips into her from below.  She moaned and kissed neck.  “Look at me.”  She shook her head against him so he thrust more forcefully inside her.  Her legs tightened on his back.