Loved by the Linebacker (11 page)

Chapter 17

Evan

Camila’s sweet laughter fills my ears as I nibble
on her neck. My hands roam up and down her legs while she sits on her counter,
a glass of red wine in one hand and a Twinkie in the other.

“Why were you so nervous?” I ask, kissing her
collarbone now exposed after I unbuttoned her blouse, leaving her in the white
camisole underneath and that damn skirt still on like a chastity belt.

“Hmm, well, other than to tell me how much of a
tease I am, you haven’t talked to me since the draft. I was taking a risk that
you were still even interested,” she says, ending with a bite of the
cream-filled pastry.

“I told you that I cared about you. Cami, you’re
the only woman I’ve ever felt anything for.” Telling anyone else that, I would
have felt pathetic, but with Camila, I know I can be brutally honest.

She shrugs and kisses me softly. “Truthfully, I
didn’t think you’d ever get past Blake and my relationship.”

“Thought we weren’t talking about that,” I tease,
giving her a wink.

She sets down the wine glass and Twinkie, moving
her hands to my shaved scalp and looking deep into my eyes. “Fine, we won’t,
but nothing will change between Blake and me so you’re going to have to accept
it.”

My hands stop on her thighs and I nod. “As long as
you’re in my bed at the end of the night, I’ll deal with it.”

A mischievous grin spreads over her lips as she
moves her head in agreeance. “Speaking of bed…”

“Yes?” I ask, trying to sound innocent while my
hands spread her legs. I hear the seams of her skirt rip and a grin spreads
across my face. “So, tell me the truth. The blindfold and handcuffs in the
guest room… are they yours?”

Camila’s cheeks turn red and she giggles,
embarrassed as she hides her face in my chest. Ah, so the good girl image she
puts on is just a front. I like it. Drawing her earlobe into my mouth, I suck
on it and whisper, “Good, I can’t wait to try it out.”

Camila shoots up, looking at me with a shocked
expression, her eyes wide. “Try them out? You’ve never used those before?”

Now it’s my turn for my cheeks to go red. “I’ve
told you before, Cami, I may be a man whore, but I’m a wham-bam-thank you ma’am
kind of guy. You know, a quickie in the bathroom, a blowjob under the table.
I’ve never been with a girl long enough to indulge in their fantasies.”

Camila smirks at me. “Good, then I can train you
how I like it.”

A deep, hearty chuckle comes out from down in my
belly and I shake my head. “Don’t think you have all the power in the bedroom,
sweetheart.”

Her fingers walk along the waistband of my shorts
then underneath my shirt until her palms are flat against my abs. Slowly,
taking her time and thoroughly teasing me as her fingertips graze my nipples,
she pulls my shirt over my head.

“We’ll argue over that later, but tonight, we’re
going to make love.”

Scooping her off the counter into my arms, she
yelps at my quick motion and I carry my woman to the bedroom. Making love to
her has been on my mind since Super Bowl weekend and nothing will stop me now.

Camila

We both hastily undressed each other and now we
are lying in my bed, suddenly unsure what to do next. The sheet covers our
bodies, not allowing either of us to fully see the other’s naked body. Evan’s
hand rests on my stomach which is in knots. I don’t even realize I’m holding my
breath until Evan whispers for me to relax. Letting out the air in my lungs, he
pushes the cover down, exposing my bare chest.

“Let me see you, Camila,” he orders and I sit up
immediately. Evan pulls me on top of his thighs and he lets out a wolf whistle.
His hands cup my breasts and immediately my nipples peak at his touch as shots
of electricity explode at every one of my nerve endings. “Wow, you’re fuckin’
amazing.”

I laugh both out of nerves and humor. Biting my
lip, I glance down when I feel his fully hard erection pressing against my
thigh. I swallow at the sight of it—long, thick, and as round as a can of
shaving cream. I work with professional athletes, I’ve been in locker rooms
many a time, and I’ve seen penises of all shapes and sizes, but suddenly, I
feel intimidated by Evan’s.

His fingers find my chin and lift up my head so
I’m looking at him. He must see the fear in my eyes. His face softens and his
hands drop to my hips. “I’ll be gentle, Cam. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”

I shrug, trying to play it off like no big deal to
which Evan laughs and pulls me down, on top of him. Our lips press together and
it’s like we’re teenagers for the first time as our hands grope each other
greedily. Both our chests heaving for air, Evan flips me to my back and hovers
above me on all fours.

“Close your eyes, Cami and let me take care of
you.”

Obeying his instructions, I shut my eyes as he
spreads my legs wide. His left hand slips under my thigh and he links our
fingers, squeezing my hand. I want to open my eyes, to watch his movements, but
I trust him so I return the embrace and wait with bated breath. Evan parts my
lips between my legs then a few seconds pass without any movement.

“Ev—”

“Ssh,” he whispers. “Let me enjoy this view.”

I smile, letting him take his time and relaxing as
I wait. Then, his thick tongue moves from the top of my lips to the bottom. He
repeats this motion a few times and my heart picks up the pace. He moans when
he can see the effects he’s having on me and then begins to dart his tongue in
and out. I gasp as he does, my free hand rubbing over his bald head, trying to
give him a loving caress, but at the same time, holding him in place, not
wanting him to stop.

He pulls his head back and I look down into his
eyes. “You like that?”

“Love it,” I whisper, barely able to speak between
my gasps for air.

One finger slips inside me while his mouth sucks
hard on my sensitive spot between my legs. Crying out in pleasure, my body
jumps with each bolt of bliss he sends through me. It doesn’t take long for me
to reach my orgasm and Evan moves up my body. Our lips touch, letting me taste
myself on his mouth and I’m immediately ready for him again.

“I want you,” I beg, my hands clutching his
backside and pulling his erection harder against me.

“Are you sure, Cam? We don’t have to do that
tonight, not until you’re ready. I know I’m big—”

“Shut up, Evan and get inside me,” I order, taking
control.

A sneer on his face, he climbs out of bed,
retrieving the box of condoms he bought at the drugstore on the way home. Evan
takes his time tearing open the gold wrapper of the Magnum extra-large condom
and I let out an exasperated sigh.

“Someone needs to work on their patience,” he
chastises.

Leaning up on my elbows, I take the condom from
him and roll it on carefully. “I’ve waited long enough.”

Evan gives me a gentle kiss then lies down beside
me and I crawl on top of him. Letting him take back control, he lifts up my
hips and slowly glides me down, inch by inch. When he’s fully inside me, he
runs his finger over my lips.

“Breathe, baby,” he reminds me.

Letting out a long breath, I slowly rock my hips
and we fall into rhythm. Our bodies connect and I had nothing to fear, we were
meant to be with each other. Evan sits up, sliding in further and I groan as I
wrap my legs around him.

“You okay?” he asks, grunting.

“I’m perfect, I’m with you.” We lean our foreheads
together, looking into each other’s eyes as we reach the highest levels of
ecstasy. Evan falls back on the bed, pulling me on top of him. I pepper his
shoulder with kisses, not having nearly enough of him, even after two orgasms.

“Cami, how’s this going to work? I leave for
Chicago tomorrow,” Evan asks, letting his own fear out.

“Your penthouse is already set up for you, you’ll
just need to stock up on condoms.” The words come out between my short breaths.

“My penthouse?” Evan asks, clearly confused.

I lean back, looking into his eyes. “Evan, you may
not be my client, but you’re mine to take care of as long as you’ll let me.”

A smile crosses his face, one that reaches his eyes.
His fingers graze up and down my ribs. “I’ll let you as long as you’ll have
me.”

I grin. “Fine, as long as I call all the shots.”

In one movement, Evan flips me to my back, pinning
my arms above my head. “I don’t think so…”

I giggle as he holds me down, teasing me with his
tongue. I didn’t break my own rule, I made an exception. An exception that I’d
make again for Evan, over and over…

Chapter 18

Camila

Humming along to DMB playing over the speakers, I
stand in front of the fridge packing a cooler and thinking about my lover. Evan
being in Chicago now and me constantly traveling hasn’t added up to much time
together, but when we are, it’s nothing short of amazing. It’s been two weeks
since I first made love to Evan and each time with him is something completely
new. Today will be another first—an outing with the James and Adamson families.

I’m no longer Evan’s agent, but that hasn’t been
made public knowledge yet which means only a select few individuals actually
know about my new boyfriend. It’s not that I’m hiding it, we just haven’t been
out and about for us to address the issue. And I’d be lying if I didn’t admit
that I’m a bit scared of the backlash. While I haven’t said those words to
Evan, he’s fully aware, but hasn’t pushed me on the topic.

“Mmm, do you know how sexy you look bending over?”
Evan’s tongue trails over my ear while his hands slip under my cotton sundress.

Turning my head, our lips meet and Evan totally
distracts me from my task at hand. He pulls my thong to the side, his fingers
trying to tease me, but I jump out of his grasp and laugh. “Not right now, Mr.
Purser, we’re going to be late.” I point to the fridge while I retrieve a box
of Twinkies from the cabinet. “I got you some of that dark lager that you like
if you want to bring it, but I’m sure Tate will have beer there.”

The refrigerator door shuts and I look over my
shoulder. Evan closes the lid to the cooler and leans against the fridge. I
raise an eyebrow. “Was it not the right kind?”

Evan picks up the cooler and shrugs. “No, it was
right. Thanks for getting it, but I…”

I crinkle my forehead, confused by what he’s
trying to get at. Evan sighs and kisses my forehead. “I’m going to quit
drinking. After watching my mom’s demise over the years and the booze finally
getting her, I just don’t want to ruin us because of alcohol. It’s not worth
it.”

My lips curve up and I push on my tippy toes to
kiss him softly. Evan briefly kisses me back then heads to the garage. I know
he doesn’t want me to make a big deal out of it, but my heart is soaring at his
declaration. I never knew companionship could be so rewarding. It makes me sad
that I gave up on it for so long, but then again, I might not be with Evan if I
hadn’t.

Traffic is light on Sunday afternoon so the drive
to Mia and Tate’s doesn’t take long. Evan turns onto their street, glancing
over at me. “So, are we a couple today or just friends?”

He’s trying hard to hide the discontent in his
voice, but the man is a football player, not an actor. My hand slides over this
muscular thigh and I lean across the console to kiss his cheek. “Couple,” I
whisper into his ear.

His cheeks dimple and the corners of his mouth
turn up. “Seriously? So I can grope you and make out with you all that I want?”

I laugh and sit back while Evan parks the SUV. “I
don’t think that will be a good idea with kids around.” Jumping on the front
porch, Toby waves frantically at us and calls out Evan’s name. “And it looks
like one is anxiously awaiting your arrival.”

Evan chuckles and leans over, parting my lips with
his. His fingers run through my hair and I move my hand to his chest. My body
is screaming at me, wishing we’d stayed home so we could fully enjoy our time
before Evan leaves for Chicago in the morning.

“Eww!” Toby yells, causing us both to laugh and
ending our kiss.

Evan grabs the cooler from the back and holds my
hand as we walk along the sidewalk to Toby, Mia, and baby Barrett. My stomach
flip flops at this minor display of affection, but when we get to the porch,
Mia kisses my cheek, not acknowledging our hand holding. Evan lets go of my
hand, only for Toby to grab it and pull him toward the back deck. Unlike his
mother, he comments to Evan, “That was gross. Why were you kissing a girl?”

My cheeks flush, but Evan laughs and follows the
little boy inside. Mia shakes her head. “Sorry, Cam, boys will be boys.”

I shrug. “It’s fine…I’m just really nervous.”

Mia walks us to the kitchen, setting Barrett in
his high chair. “Why, Camila? Things going okay?”

Outside, Evan greets Grant and Tate who are manning
the grill while Toby tugs at his hand to get in the pool. Tate scolds his son,
but Evan shrugs it off. Then he picks up Toby and tosses him in the pool. Evan
pulls off his shirt and cannon balls into the water, sending a tidal wave on
the deck and leaving Toby in a fit of giggles.

A smile takes over my face and I shake my head.
“Things are great. I never knew what I was missing in a relationship until
Evan. Sure, I had the intimacy with Gregg and the companionship with Blake, but
with Evan…” I shake my head, my grin getting even bigger. “With Evan, it’s both
in one. We lie in bed at night, discussing everything under the sun—our fears,
our fantasies, our goals and every time we’re together, I can’t stop thinking
about all the times we have ahead of us.”

Mia’s smile is almost as big as mine as she cuts
up a tomato. “It’s incredible, isn’t it? Just wait until you can have an entire
conversation without even talking.”

And on cue, Tate cuts through the kitchen, snaking
a tomato off the cutting board in front of her and giving her a kiss on the
cheek. He pops the veggie in his mouth while Mia narrows her eyes and Tate
frowns. “Sorry, babe,” he apologizes, looking like a dog with his tail between
his legs.

“Mmhmm,” she mumbles, not fully acknowledging his
apology. Tate nuzzles his nose against her neck and whispers in her ear. Mia
appears amused at his words and nods. Tate straightens up, beaming then greets
me before he goes back on to the deck with the guys.

Mia slides the tomatoes off the cutting board into
the salad, then looks up at me and smirks. “See what I mean?”

I scoff and shake my head. “Um, no. What just
happened?”

Her smirk turns into a grin. “A conversation of
three words and I’m getting lucky tonight.”

Shaking my head, Mia and I both laugh. I grab the
bottle of wine I brought and open it, pouring us each a glass. Holding up our
vino, we clink glasses.

“To new relationships,” Mia says.

“And to teaching me your tricks,” I add and our
laughter gets even louder.

Evan

Sitting on the edge of the pool, I’m taking a
break from tossing Toby across the water. Seriously, how does this kid have so
much energy? We’ve been here over an hour and the kid is like a fish! I bet
Tate doesn’t even have to work out, chasing after his son is all the exercise
he needs.

A set of lips work their way across my shoulder
and up my neck until I feel a nibble on my ear. Turning my head slightly, I
grin when I see Camila squirting sunscreen in her hand. Hers fingers slide over
my shoulders, massaging in the lotion.

“Having fun?”

I nod. “It’d be better if I got to see you in your
sexy bikini.”

Her tongue runs over my earlobe, sucking it into
her mouth. “Maybe later,” she whispers and stands up, walking to the table and
taking a seat with the other women and the babies. I shake my head, watching
her walk away and shift my legs, hoping to hide the excitement she created.

Grant Adamson takes a seat beside me, slapping my
back and laughing. “Women, huh?”

I bob my head up and down. “That’s an
understatement.”

We both laugh and Grant offers me a beer. “No,
thanks. I’m trying to give it up.”

He nods. “Sorry, I didn’t know, but good for you.
How’s Chicago treating you?”

Grant and I chat about Chicago, trades, glory
days, and he even gives me a few pointers with Camila which I’m grateful for.
Note to self: Pamper Cami when she gets back after any trip to D.C., apparently
her clients there are high maintenance. Tate chimes in as well, sharing some of
her favorites with me, some that I already knew and others that are new to me.

“Seriously? She likes anchovies on her pizza?”

Grant and Tate both nod their heads in unison,
laughing as they do.

“Apparently all of the ladies do, we found out
when Colie was pregnant the first time and refused to eat any pizza unless it
had anchovies. Mia and Camila both tried a piece and ever since the three of
them share a pizza because neither of us are touching that,” Tate explains.

“So you guys know her pretty well. I appreciate
all the insight. It’s kind of tough to find out all these likes, dislikes, and
mannerisms when we’re two-thousand miles apart. Not to mention, I worry like
hell about her all the time.” There’s a hint of jealousy in my voice that these
two men know my girlfriend so much better than I do, but at the same time,
they’ve known her for much longer too.

“No need to worry, we’ll keep an eye on her for
you. Besides, she’s hardly ever in town and when she is, our wives are usually
with her.” Grant makes the comment and Tate nods in agreement.

“Thanks, guys. I appreciate that.” I take a sip
from my bottle of water and behind me, I hear the screen door open and a
familiar voice that makes me cringe.

“What? You didn’t wait for me to get the party
started?” Blake calls out to the party.

The Adamson and James’ families greet him while he
makes his way to around the deck, saying hello to everyone. I watch him with
the ladies, giving each of them a kiss on the cheek. Camila seems ever so
slightly nervous as he greets her, but I brush it off. Blake pulls off his
shirt and does a swan dive into the deep end. Without acknowledging my brother,
I stand up and walk over to the table. With Camila’s back to me, she jumps when
I place my hands on her shoulders.

“Sorry, babe. You okay? You seem a little tense.”
I lean down to kiss her cheek but she jumps up out of the chair, spinning
around quickly.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Of course, I am. Why wouldn’t I
be?” she rambles, glancing over my shoulder at the pool.

I follow her gaze and see Blake watching us.
Son
of a bitch!
She hasn’t told him.