Player: A Secret Baby Sports Romance (54 page)

I’m biting my lip, trying not to actually fucking
moan
in this crowd of strangers, when I look up and just about jump out of my skin. Chelsea is
right
in the other room, her back to me, but still only about twenty-five feet away.

“Ok,
enough
, Logan!”

I can see her saying goodbye to a friend, and I know she’s going to turn and look for me any second now and see me tangled up in the arms - and
fingers
- of Logan.

But he just shrugs innocently like the cocky prick that he is; “Quinn, I don’t know
what
you’re-”

“Oh my God,
fuck
this.” I grab his hands and shove them away from me before I’m pushing my way through the crowd away from him, turning only once to see his eyes glare at me as I slip away. I manage to come up to Chelsea at a different angle, mumbling out something about having an early work meeting before I give her a quick hug and skip out of the party as fast as I can.

It’s not until I’m in a cab that I feel like I’ve been holding my breath, and finally exhale in a sort of pent-up release. And I’m mad at myself, but I can’t actually pinpoint why. Is because I
let
Logan rile me up and tease me like that?

Or is it that more than anything, I wanted to stay and see where that went, and I’m mad at myself for chickening out and running away like I always do.

But the silence of the back of the cab has no answers, and the neon city roaring past the windows only leaves traces across my eyes.

I
’ve barely gotten home
when I hear the rough pounding on my front door.

Ignore it; just ignore-

The pounding comes again; as strong, insistent and un-ignorable as the man I know it belongs to.

When he raps on the door a third time, I finally stomp across the loft and yank it open; “Logan, what the
fuck
do you
-
”

I moan as the my words are muffled into his lips as he grabs me roughly and kisses me, and I’m suddenly lost. I lean into him before I can stop myself, kissing him back before suddenly reason hits me like a shock of ice water. I shove him back and pull away, gasping as I bring a hand up to run my fingers over my lips, as if feeling for the evidence of our heat.

“What the
fuck
is wrong with you?” I yell at him, my eyes flashing fire as I shake my head; “You can’t just
insert
yourself into my life you know! You can’t just
waltz
in here and-”

“I’ll
insert
myself wherever I damn well choose.” He growls, before he silences me with another heavy kiss, his hands holding me tightly against him as he slips his tongue between my lips.

It’s even harder than the first time, but I somehow find the strength to push him back again, glaring at him as I shake my head; “No! You fucking
animal
, you don’t get to just
show up
whenever you want and
do
whatever you want with me!”

His jaw tightens as he glares at me, but this time he stays where he is. Of course he’s still barely six inches away from me, and the sheer heat of his proximity is already weakening me even though I’m trying to keep my face hard and my resolve strong. I will
not
be Logan Dempsey’s little plaything whenever he wants.

His eyes narrow before he shakes his head and turns away.

“Look,” I jab my finger at his back; “I didn’t ask for this whole thing between us in the first-”

He whirls back to me in a flash; “And you think
I fucking did?!
You think I
like
the guilt of walking around every fucking day knowing how fucked up what keeps happening between us is?” He whirls again, pacing across my floor as he shakes his head. And there’s something disarming about seeing that conflict on his face; something about the bareness of his words that has me slowing my breath and cooling my temper. I let the pent up breath inside out in a thin stream through my lips as I take a step towards him, trying to soften my face.

He turns quickly, his face dark as he slowly shakes his head at me; “Quinn,
stop
.”

“Stop what?”

He exhales and looks down; “Just-
that
. You can’t look at me like that.”

I wrinkle my brow at him; “Like
what
, exactly?”

“Like,
that!
” The sharpness in his words takes me by surprise, and my breath catches; “Every fucking time, Quinn, you look at me like
that
and
I
kiss
you
, and it has to stop.”

I can feel the temper rising up inside of me again;
“
Oh fuck you, asshole; I’m hardly twisting your damn arm here!”

“That’s not what I mean, dammit!” He growls, taking a step towards me; “I mean
me
kissing
you
has to stop,” He says, his voice deep and even; “Every fucking time this happens,
I
make the first move, and it’s fucking killing me inside because I know I shouldn’t be, and I know you're the last girl on the fucking
planet
I should be kissing or thinking about in that way.”

I can feel my heart racing in my ears as I stare into those deep, dark eyes; “So-”

“So that’s it, Quinn.
I’m
done kissing
you.
” He looks into my eyes, and I know what he means, and I want to so badly but I just don't know how; I just can’t make myself take that one step it would take.

“Yeah,” He says after five full, hanging seconds, a smirk on his face; “Yeah that’s what I thought.” He shakes his head and the voice inside my own is
screaming
at me. I know I
should
listen that voice that’s telling me to shut my damn mouth and just
let him leave
. But I silence that it; pushing that voice aside and burying it deep, and before I know it I’m grabbing Logan’s hand as he turns. Every fiber of my being is telling me not to, and I don’t even know what I’m doing here, but I just go for it.

I take that one step forward, and I kiss him.

Just like he said;
I
kiss
him,
and it’s like touching a match to a bomb.

He grabs me tight against his body, and I melt into him as he growls into my kiss. He’s bruising my lips and sending jolts of pain and pleasure through my whole body as his strong hands wrap around me. We’re tumbling back towards the kitchen area, and he’s grinding into my hips and pressing my ass back against the island counter as his lips crash against mine. I’m gasping as his hand slips into my hair, gripping it tightly and pulling it back sharply as his mouth drops to my neck, my collarbone, and then further down to the tops of my breasts. Hands tear at the front of my blouse, actually
ripping
the buttons off in his hunger to strip me.

He moves his mouth back to my lips, and I’m leaning towards him before he pulls back with a wicked glint in his eyes; “So, are you going to do what I fucking tell you to do now?”

I’m briefly shocked at the roughness and the power in his words before I realize I’m even
more
shocked at how turned on they have me. I’ve never been spoken to like this, and the fact that he’s so
dominant
has a fever heat spreading quickly between my legs.

“I don’t know,” I sneer out with a glint of sass in my own eyes; “
Maybe
.” It’s a flat out dare, and I can see the fire spark in his face.

“
Don’t
test me, Quinn.”

“Oh yeah?” I toss back, biting my lip and feeling my pulse racing through my veins as I feel the thick hardness in his pants pressing hotly against my thigh; “What are you gonna do,
spank
me
, Logan?”

It’s everything I have not to actually moan as I see the truth writ large in the sharp look that spreads across his face; “
Try me
.”

My breath comes ragged in my lungs and the thundering heat pulsing through my body is threatening to tear me apart as I raise up my chin, defiantly; “You wouldn’t
dare
,” I whisper.

I gasp as he suddenly spins me around and bends me over the kitchen counter with a growl as he lifts my skirt up and starts to yank my panties down; “Logan-!”

Smack!

The sudden sting and heat of his palm across my ass has me crying out in shock. His hand lingers on the tingling feeling, teasing the skin there for a second before he draws back and brings it slapping back down across my bare ass again. I cry out again, but this time the thudding of my pulse and the raw desire that floods through my whole body has me melting for him.

Logan Dempsey is
spanking me
, and as I moan and blush, I realize it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever felt. There’s something
insanely
arousing about being bent over my kitchen counter like this while a tattooed, cocky, dominant man pulls my panties down and spanks me, and it has me
dripping
wet for him.

“And
now
?” He growls out, his voice thick with lust as he leans down to husk the words into my ear. I bite my lip and push back against him, feeling his cock pressing against my bare thigh through his pants.

I shake my head, slowly; “I- I’m not sure.”

Smack!

The sting of his palm against my hot skin has me writhing against him, moaning as I gasp at the contact. I can feel his finger teasing over the heated, reddened and tender skin there before he slides them further, down between my legs. I moan loudly when his fingers find my wetness, slipping easily inside as he begins to rhythmically curl them against that perfect place right inside. He leans over me again, pressing his bulge against my thigh as he slides his other hand into my hair and uses his grip to pull my head up.

“Such, a fucking,
tease
,” He growls into my ear, and when I feel his thumb brush against my ass, I actually
whimper
as the throbbing waves of pleasure shuddering through me.

“Who’s-
oh God
- who’s teasing now?” I gasp out, pushing back against his fingers that have me teetering on the edge of  a screaming orgasm while maddeningly and purposely keeping me from actually crashing over.

His fingers curl deep inside of my wetness, his thumb
just
teasing my ass, and his hand
just
pulling my hair enough to make me gasp as his teeth graze over the nape of my neck; “You better ask me nicely then, darlin,” He whispers darkly into my ear.

Another whimpering moan drops from my lips, and I find myself caught between not wanting to give him the satisfaction of begging him for it and the sheer
need
I have bubbling inside of me. He strokes his fingers into me once more, and the last of my will crumbles; “
Please
,” I breathe out; “
Please
, Logan!”

I gasp at the sharp sound of his belt hitting the floor, followed by the sound of tearing foil. The delicious anticipation has me clawing at the counter top and biting at my lip, and when I feel his
cock press against my opening, it’s like everything pent up inside of me comes flooding out. He chokes out a growl as he enters me, and when he fills me, I let out a cry, tossing my head back and just
letting go
. We move together like one, him rocking into me as I push back to feel him fill me; thrusting slowly at first, but then faster and faster and harder and harder, until I feel like I might explode. His hands roughly caress my hips, sliding up and over the skin of my back to my hair. He grabs a handful of it as he fucks me, pulling my head back and making my eyes roll back in my head at the pure and raw pleasure that sizzles through me like electric currents. A bowl of oranges on my counter topples crashes to the floor, and as I bite my lip as the wave begins to crest over me. He pulls my head around, and as I stare into his eyes, I go pieces around him. He growls out my name at his own release, his powerful hands clutching my skin hard enough to bruise in delicious wonderful ways, and I cry out as my orgasm tears through me like a hurricane.

“So, what was that new rule you had about not kissing me anymore?” I pant quietly afterwords, standing now and leaning back into him.

I feel his arms circle around me and hold me close; “Fuck the rules.”

A
fter that
, it’s like we just say “fuck it” and go wild. After that, it’s basically open season on Quinn and I screwing around any and every chance we get. I even do get to act out the little fantasy I had before of fucking her bent over her desk at work one day, her lips wrapped tightly around my fingers to muffle her screams as she comes like a fucking rocket with me right along with her. Inappropriate touches and lingering looks turn into little squeezes and fondles, even to the point where at one point I’ve got two of my fingers buried deep in her pussy under the table at a power-point presentation, coaxing her to an orgasm that has her scratching her nails across the table-top enamel in the semidarkness of the room.

But of course, we’re also still sneaking around and playing this big game of secrets about the whole thing. I mean, Reagan obviously knows by this point, but I’m still pretty sure that she hasn’t told her husband yet as evident by the distinct lack of Hudson beating me to death with my own arms. Secrets in-and-of themselves aren’t new to me; years of assuming a new name and a new life is a pretty good classroom for keeping truths hidden away. But there’s also not a whole lot I
don’t
tell Hudson and Bryce, so to be adding
this
on top of the whole Javier thing gets under my skin in this weird way.

But it’s fun, and it’s wild, and I know somewhere deep inside that it’s probably
more
than that, but neither Quinn or I are touching on that particular facet of it. I catch myself worrying that the thrill of it being this secret affair type thing is what’s fueling the fire between. I wonder if Quinn is just viewing this whole thing as some sort of ongoing casual fling; that little good-girl Quinn’s got a temporary taste for playing with the bad boy. But that train of thought of course leads down an entirely new rabbit hole; one where
I’m
actually having thoughts about whether some girl
likes me
or not.

Yeah, there’s
nothing
about any of that kind of thinking that’s me. But then of course, there’s nothing “some girl” about Quinn, either. She’s just too amazing, in that way where it’s clear she doesn’t quite see that herself. Beyond that,
fuck
is she sexy; again, in a way where it’s clear she doesn’t quite get that either.

So yeah, generally you could say there’s nothing normal about this relationship.

Yeah,
relationship
; because sneaking around like we’re having some sort of illicit affair and fucking around like teenagers in every private and even semi-
public
place we can find is
exactly
how you’d define a healthy a relationship, right?

Right.

“
Stop!
” Quinn looks at me with wide, wild looking eyes as she covers the phone receiver and hisses at me.

“
What
?” I whisper right back, shrugging and resuming the slow advance of my hand up the inside of her thigh under her skirt.

“Absolutely, absolutely; well, we’ll need to monitor infection rates in the clinical trials, but it does look promising.”

Quinn’s on some phone call - actually on what I gather is a fairly
important
phone call - with someone in D.C. about a vaccination we might be investing in. Of course the importance of this call does nothing to curb the fact that I’m still alone in a room with Quinn Archer, and as such, I’m naturally taking every liberty I can to be as inappropriately hands-y as possible.

Naturally.

Because lingering worries about the nature of our “relationship” aside, I can’t get enough of this girl. It’s bad enough in public, or while we’re in a meeting or something. But here in her office with the door shut and her wearing that little pin-stripe pencil skirt? Yeah, forget it. Her ass just looks too fucking incredible in that thing as she stands by the window talking on the phone, and I am apparently
not
a strong-willed man when it comes to forbidden, auburn-haired girls wearing ass-hugging pencil skirts.

“
Logan!
” She hisses again, looking at me like I’m insane as she nods at something to do with the phone conversation; “Certainly, certainly. No, I’ve got time to go over the analysis now; sure.”

Let’s hope you can multitask, Doc,
I grin to myself.

My hand slides up even higher, and she shivers as my fingers find the warm front of her panties. I push gently against the softness there, feeling her squirm as I start to slowly rub her slit through the cotton of her underwear. Feeling how wet she is immediately has me rock hard in seconds.

“Well, preliminary testing has positive neurological feedback.” Quinn’s eyes close as she clearly struggles to keep the even tone in her voice while I rub her pussy; “Mhmm, no, the Watson trials for sure.” Her lip trembles as I hook my finger through the gusset of her panties and slowly begin to tug them down to her mid thighs. But she’s still talking over the phone, and I grin, actually impressed with how normal her voice is sounding despite the fact that her face and her body look like she’s dying to get fucked right here and now.

I push her forward, one of her palms flat against the glass of her big office window as she bends at the waist while still holding the phone. She turns over her shoulder, her eyes wide in shock and arousal as she stares at me before nodding at something to do with her conversation and turning back. I drop to my knees behind her, pushing her skirt up over her ass and pulling her back towards me. I take a second to appreciate the pure, unbridled
eroticism
of this view.

“Well, the secondary analysis
could
be an indication of-
oh!
” Quinn does her best to cover her moan as my mouth finds her dripping wet lips; “Mhmm, no, just some hot coffee.” She whirls her head back to stare at me mouthing
“oh my God
” at me as I grin before pushing my face back between her thighs.

I inhale the intoxicating scent of her, slipping my tongue through her folds to taste her sweetness as I feel her shudder against me. My hands grab her ass, kneading the flesh there and coaxing her back and forth against my mouth, as if fucking her with my tongue. She’s rocking back against me, her fingers scratching at the windowpane in front of her as she arches her back and pushed against my tongue.

“Mhmm, yes absolutely. The research is- uh, it’s there, we just-
mmm
, we just need to- um, expand on it.”

I slip lower, teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue before wrapping my lips around her there and sucking as I feel her shudder against me. She’s putting up a valiant fight to keep this phone call going, but it’s a fight I’m doing my damnedest to make her lose sooner or later. And when I curl my tongue around her hard little clit and slide a finger deep into her channel, she actually has to hold the phone away from her mouth as she gasps out loud.

“I- I’m sorry, but I have to call you back in a minute,” She manages to gasp out, before hanging up and dropping the phone to the floor; “
Fuck
, Logan!” She moans, pressing her hands against the glass in front of her and crying out as she pushes back against my tongue and my finger.

And all it take is five more seconds of my tongue sliding over her hard little nub and my finger curling against that spot inside before she’s turning her head to bite her own shoulder. Her muffled moans come ragged against the sleeve of her blouse as I push her over the edge, and she comes in shuddering, exploding elegance against my tongue.

Her hair is loosed from the normally conservative bun atop her head and cascades over her face as she closes her eyes and sucks in breaths of air, but I’m already standing and tearing at my belt buckle. I’m rock hard as my pants hit the ground, and as I slip the head of my cock against her opening, I lean over her to whisper into her ear; “You can go ahead and call them back in a minute, darlin, but something tells me it’s going to be a
bit
longer than that.”

And it damn well is.