Rooster: A Secret Baby Sports Romance by Abbey Foxx Page B

let him pull me to my feet.
    “You’re unbelievable”, I finally manage to spit out. It’s not a criticism, but a happy observation.
    “I’m just saying what we’re both thinking”, he says.
    We are chest to chest, feet touching, my heart rate already increasing. I’m about to say something to him, but before I can, Rory puts his hand behind my neck and leans in towards me. I have hot wet lips on mine and I’m fighting my tongue into his mouth before I even stop to breath. Rory smiles when he pulls away, a cocky curl of lip at the end of his mouth that makes me gurgle inside.
    “I missed that”, he says, that intense look back in his eyes, that eagerness in the way he carries himself.
    “Dangerous”, I whisper, my lips still tingling.
    “Let’s go and find out”, he says.
    I’m not an easy lay, but with a man like Rory, it isn’t all that easy to refuse. I didn’t come here to do this, but I’m not going to turn down something that promises to be just as good as the first time I tried it, and perhaps even better because of the wait. If Rory is being honest about how much he’s been thinking about me, then this could be explosive in every single way.
    At least we talked for a bit longer this time, at least we made a concerted effort to get to know each other. Where this will end up, who knows? Who knows if that even matters right now?
    With heat rising from my pussy to my neck, anticipation so strong it’s making my pulse race and my hands tremble, with a desire so fierce to have him deep inside me again, and me pushing myself so hard down onto him I scream, it’s kind of hard to think about anything else.
    I’ve never felt so consumed by need before, never felt so addicted to one thing, which is exciting and troubling all in one go. If I need him this much now, what the hell is going to happen if and when the moment comes when he decides it’s time to leave?
    I don’t want to think about that now, so I won’t. I don’t have the answers so there’s no point in worrying about what they might be.
    All I’ve got right now is Rory, and we’ve got a whole year missing in our history to catch up on.
     
    Rory
    The quickest way to the hotel is on foot, but even then, it’s still nowhere near as quick as either of us would like. The alleyway option is appealing, but right here in the center, we find ourselves out of luck.
    The receptionist barely has a chance to look up as we breeze past and into the elevator, just enough time between floors for us to begin to rip clothes from each other.
    Inside the room, I throw her down onto the bed, tear my T-shirt off and climb on top of her.
    “Luxury”, Izzy says, arms out like an angel, to test the Egyptian cotton sheets.
    “We can always go outside if you’d like”, I offer, half joking.
    “If you fuck me like you did then, we won’t need to”, she says.
    “You already know I’m going to fuck you like a man who’s spent a year in prison”, I say.
    “Is that a threat or a promise.”
    “You tell me afterward.”
    I can’t believe I get to do this again. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve willed this into existence, how many times I’ve imagined running my tongue over her incredible curves, filling her with kisses, tasting her sensitivity.
    The first time was an explosion of dirty passion and every time since then, I’ve imagined it a thousand different ways, every single one of them mind blowing. What I didn’t have that first time around was time, and over the last year, I’ve had nothing but it.
    It’s exactly what I have now and I’m going to make use of it just in case our second round is also our last.
    Izzy may want a quick fuck like last time, especially if the way she’s throwing herself at me is anything to go by, but quick, she isn’t going to get. I’ve got a free schedule tonight and a whole year of build up I have no intention of wasting. I’m going to make this girl moan so hard she gives herself a headache. I’m