Foreign Love (An International Sports Romance) (Love in Shades) by Cassie-Ann L. Miller

to my feet and help him push his soccer shorts down his powerfully-toned calves. He quickly cloaks himself, dropping the condom wrapper to the floor. He spins me around to face the wall. “I want to feel your pussy from behind,” he grunts.
     
    My hands are splayed against the wall. My thighs are spread wide. His fingers roughly spread my folds apart as he expertly pilots his thick cock into me. I squeal loudly as he slides in and out of me, slippery and wild.
     
    He claps his hand over my mouth. “Shhh…Quiet, dirty girl.” He’s growing harder and longer and more wanton with each stroke. “Quiet.”
     
    But it’s building in my belly. So good. So good. I need to scream.
     
    I bite down on his fingers and he yanks his hand away. “Bad girl,” he growls against my ear as his open palm comes down wet and stinging against my ass. My pussy ripples around his cock, clenching and releasing in an erratic rhythm as his hand clasps over my mouth again.
     
    A vacuum cleaner roars to life just outside of the locker room. We’re running out of time.
     
    His breathing is heavy as he rasps hotly in my ear. “Come now, Julia. Right now.” And his open palm makes contact with my wet skin again.
     
    And that’s all it takes.
     
    A howl rips out of my throat. Lucien’s hand rises to my chin and pulls my face back to his. He consumes my sounds in his harsh, reckless kiss. I feel the orgasm coiling in the space between my thighs. Tighter, tighter, tighter. Until my spine curves, my cheek drops against his shoulder and the pleasure unfurls in one vicious wave after another.
     
    He grips my waist and slaps into me again and again as deep as he can go. He bites into my shoulder to drown his carnal moans as he comes long and hard.

Chapter 25
     
    Julia
     
     
     
    “This is crazy, right Jules?” Mackenzie says. She’s pacing the room, tugging on the ends of her long, dark hair. She called me using CheekyChat, the anonymous online dating app developed by the startup where Willow is interning this summer. Mackenzie’s CheekyChat avatar follows her movements, perfectly masking her face. “I barely even know the guy. I can’t just drop everything and go to Phoenix with him.”
     
    Mackenzie has had a rough past few months. So, she fled New York and is spending the summer at her brother’s California beach house trying to focus and get her life back on track. But, her next-door neighbor just happens to be the lead singer of the hottest band in the country and he also just happens to be a little crazy in love with her. He’s begging her to accompany him on the first stop of his nationwide tour. To me, it’s the perfect scenario. But Mackenzie has found a way to make that into a problem.
     
    And despite how uncertain and conflicted I’ve been feeling about my own love life, I need to be her rock. I’ve always been the rock for Mackenzie and Willow. To them, I’m Julia, the master of spontaneity and dispenser of sage words. But right now, I feel like a fraud because I can’t even sort out my own feelings.
     
    “I hate to break it to you, Mac-Mac,” I say as I stretch out on the bed, pushing the heavy quilt aside, “but you aren’t exactly doing anything groundbreaking out there in L.A. All you do is rehearse and go to the beach. It’s not like you’re trying to solve world hunger…or find a cure for halitosis.”
     
    I expect her to laugh, but she doesn’t. Instead, her creepy little avatar glares at me and says, “I should be focusing. I came out here to focus on my dancing. Not to follow some musician around like a groupie.”
     
    I laugh bitterly as I snatch my glass of red wine off of Lucien’s bedside table and take a quick sip. I could say exactly the same thing because I’m about to follow this stranger across the country to go meet his family. I glance at my half-packed suitcase lying open in the corner of the room. “Dude – you make it seem like you guys are about to elope or something.