Hail Mary (BSU Football Book 2)

come down to meet me, so I guess that means I’m making the trip up. I stop two steps before the landing.
“How did you know where I live?”
“I’m not giving away my secrets.”
His glare tightens.
“May I?” I motion to the two steps still between us.
He stiffly nods—one quick jerk of his chin.
I tentatively wrap my fingers around his tattooed hand. Two breaths later and his fingers curl around mine. “See, that’s not so hard is it?”
He doesn’t answer in words, but his expression softens in resignation. He shows me to his bedroom, closing the door behind me. Once again I’m surprised by how clean it is.
“Have a seat.” He motions to one of the two chairs in his room.
I ignore the chairs and sit at the edge of his bed. He watches with a voyeuristic heat in his gaze as I untie the bow at my neck. I pop the top button of my blouse, then the next and one more until the cleavage and white lace of my bra show. I kick off my flats, put my heel to the bed and scoot back to the middle, knees bent allowing my skirt to slip open and bunch at my hips.
He bites his lip and an animalistic growl rumbles up his throat. “You have something against underwear?”
“Unnecessary obstacle.” I unbutton the rest of my shirt, peeling the two sides apart. “You said you wanted to play with me.” I take the black silk that was around my neck and use it as a blindfold, tying it tightly over my eyes. “Let me be your playground.” I lie down on the bed, completely exposed and vulnerable. My heart races with excitement because a man like Theodore won’t be able to hold back his baser instincts when I offer myself as prey to his predator.
His desk chair creeks and his bare feet pad against the wood floor, growing louder as he draws closer. I tremble with anticipation, the memories of our first night together still fresh in my mind, my body desperate to relive it.
Fingers bite into the skin at my knees as he grips hard and presses them into the mattress. Exposing me to the cold air in the room, I gasp when his hot, wet tongue licks up my inner thigh. “You taste like forgiveness,” he mumbles against my skin.
“What does—”
“Quiet, kitten.”
My pulse pounds at his display of dominance. I had a taste of it our first night together, but I sensed he held back. He bought the image—pearl earrings, sweater sets, and slacks. He thought I was delicate, that he had to go easy on me, treat me as if I’m breakable.
No one in my life has ever gone easy on me, and he can’t break what’s already broken.

Chapter Eight


Spider
I wasn’t sober the first time I hooked up with Emery. If I had been, I would’ve paid closer attention to the way my touch affected her. Learned all the ways to make her moan, catch her breath, bite her lip and squirm restlessly under my mouth.
Like now, as I run my teeth along her inner thigh to the warm and welcoming apex of her thighs, she sucks in a stuttered breath.
Even wasted, I remember loving her taste and sober she tastes even better.
Savory, rich, and so fucking pure—she’s out of my league and yet here I am, eager to contaminate her with sin and debauchery.
I lick into her body, poisoning her with ugly thoughts of ruining her for every man who comes after me. With a bruising grip on her thighs, I pin her knees to the bed and drown myself in her taste and her needy sounds. She buries her hands in my hair, gripping the strands and pulling until it hurts.
I sit up and hold both her wrists with one hand. “Don’t touch me.”
“You let me touch you before.”
I bring her hands to my sweatpants and press them to my hard-on. “Only here.”
A wicked smile tilts her lips. “Works for me.”
I reach into my bedside table and hand her a condom. Still blindfolded she manages to open it and roll it on like she’s done it a million times before. I wonder what kind of rich, boarding-school assholes she’s let inside her body. I’ll kill every fucking one of them.
I fall over her, bracing my weight on my elbows while kissing the white lace over her full breasts. Her nipples tighten between my lips, perfect pink beneath virginal white. She arches her back, lifts her hips, her body begging me to put out the fire I’d barely begun to stoke.
The urge to fuck with her, bring her close only to leave her wanting, rides me hard. She sought me out, hunted me, and refused to listen when I told her to back off until I couldn’t resist her. She made me weak. Denial of pleasure would be the ultimate payback. Pain would be even better.
My nostrils flare as I fight against my baser instincts. Her hands remain at her sides gripping the fabric of my comforter. I calm at the sign of her obedience. She wants to please me.
I run a finger along her jaw and whisper, “It hurts you to be good, doesn’t it.”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“We have that in common.” I grit my teeth together and slowly sink inside her. My muscles shake with the effort it takes to keep from slamming my hips forward.
Seated inside her, we’re both breathing heavy. Her lips part to accommodate her breath as I move inside her. She licks her lips, her mouth calling to be filled. I run my lip along hers in a brutal tease.
“Kiss me,” she whispers.
“No.” I use my tongue, my lip ring, and my teeth until she’s growling in frustration and trying to chase down my mouth. “How do you like it when you’re not heard, kitten? When your desires are left unmet?”
Her jaw gets hard, her pretty mouth closes in a tight, defiant line.
I dig my elbows into the bed and pick up