Quarterback's Secret Baby (Bad Boy Ballers) by Imani King Page A

desperate to feel his skin against my skin, and then sighed at the feeling of his bare chest against me. Nothing had ever felt so right or so perfect as being underneath Kaden that afternoon, opening my body for him, taking him. And as we moved our bodies together something started to happen. Something I hadn't expected at all. I dug my fingers into his shoulders as it came over me, the first little whispers of oblivion. I think he knew what it was before I did.
    "Tasha," he panted, "are you going to come? You sound like-"
    "Don't stop," I said, clutching him to me even harder. "Don't stop - oh my God, Kaden, please..."
    He sped up. He sped up and I felt my mind starting to slip away a little more with every sweet motion of his hips.
    "Kaden!" I cried out, suddenly desperate, clawing at his back. "Kaden, please!"
    My body arched up off the blanket as a huge, rolling wave of pleasure wiped out every thought in my mind. There was no thought, only feeling, only bursts of sweetness deep inside me, in the exact place where he was. My body shook with it and I only managed to open my eyes in time to watch Kaden's face contort into a grimace as he went rigid and jerked his hips down.
    He pushed his mouth against my neck in a futile attempt to muffle himself and bellowed my name. And God, there was so much physical power there when he came - enough to make it clear just how careful he really had been - how much he'd held back. He stayed inside me, emptying himself completely and breathing his ragged breaths into my mouth.
    When some semblance of consciousness had returned I looked up at him. His cheeks were flushed red and his blonde hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead. I didn't say it, because as I said, I'd started to come back down to earth by then, but he was the sweetest thing I ever saw like that, all out of breath and so, so masculine.
    Kaden pulled himself out of me very carefully. There was still a twinge, a bitten lip from me.
    "I'm sorry," he said, lying down next to me on his side. "Is it - does it hurt? I tried to-"
    I rolled over so I was facing him and kissed his damp forehead. "I know, Kaden. Yes, it hurts a little. Not too much. I just - that was-"
    I couldn't find the words. It was alright, I didn't need to. I could see from the look on his face that Kaden knew what I meant. We lay there next to each other, both of us catching our breath and, I think, both of us trying to let what had just happened sink in. I pulled my t-shirt and my leggings back on, suddenly aware of the fact that we were in public - the middle of nowhere, yeah, but still technically in public.
    "No panties?" Kaden asked, picking them up. "Can I keep them as a trophy?"
    "They're soaking," I replied. "And cold. Brrr. I'm not putting those on."
    "God, they are soaking. Damn, Tasha. Goddamn. Did I do that?"
    "Yes," I said, very quietly, smiling at him. "You did."
    There was something I wanted to ask him, too. Something I wasn't sure about, but was too curious to let go. When he stood up to pull his pants back up I decided it was now or never.
    "Kaden?"
    "Yeah?" He replied.
    "Is it - uh, is it always, you know - like that?"
    He lay back down and put one arm behind his head on the blanket, chuckling. "No. No, Tasha, it is not always like that."
    "Oh. Is it better? Or worse?"
    Kaden rolled over and kissed my neck, biting my earlobe gently. "It's usually worse. I mean, everyone likes getting laid, right? But it's not - yeah, it's not usually like that."
    "Good," I said, smiling at how oddly proud that comment made me.

Chapter 11: Kaden
    I dropped Tasha off at her house for a few hours before picking her up again to go to Reinhardt High's prom. It was still daylight when we arrived, and a lot of people were milling around outside taking pictures. Before we got out of the Suburban I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out the flask of whiskey I'd hidden there.
    "Want some?" I asked Tasha. She was wearing a white strapless dress and that made her