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I started moving to the music, letting it flow through my body. I ran my hand over my body, tracing my curves and touching my breasts, my pussy, putting my body on display. Nick watched me, pupils dilated and lips slightly parted. The look on his face was confirmation that I was doing this right.

  I pulled my shirt over my head slowly and seductively, moving to the music. I dropped my shirt on the floor and ran my hands over my body again, fingertips on my skin.

  I wriggled out of my jeans, moving my hips, running my hands over my ass. Nick leaned back a little, and his shoulders flexed with his weight. His cock strained in his jeans, and it was impossible to miss the bulge. He watched me with hunger in his eyes that suggested he wanted to devour me, and it was exactly what I wanted. Nick had never looked at me like this, even when he had wanted me before. I loved the pure, raw lust on his face.

  I was in my underwear when I walked to him and spread my legs, lowering myself onto his lap. I put my hands on his shoulder and moved on top of him, working my body up and down against him. Nick’s hands slid around my waist, but he only lightly touched me, allowing me the freedom to move. I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra before pushing my breasts out, close to Nick’s face. He dipped his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth, and I gasped, letting him have a taste before I pulled back and continued my dance.

  I moved away from him again, standing in front of him, and worked my G-string down my legs until I was finally naked. I danced before him completely bare, and Nick ogled. I loved how he looked at me, and I knew he wanted more.

  So did I. I was dripping wet now that I had danced for him.

  “Fuck, Hailey,” Nick bit out. “You’re so hot.”

  I smiled and kneeled before Nick. I undid his pants and unzipped them. Nick leaned back a little, lifting himself so I could pull his pants off. He pulled off his shirt, and then we were both naked. I leaned forward and wrapped my fingers around the base of his shaft. Nick sighed as I took his cock into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the mushroom head a few times, listening to Nick groan before I pushed him deeper into my mouth until he touched my soft pallet. I bobbed my head up and down, fucking him with my mouth, getting his cock slippery wet with my saliva. Nick was large, and I moved my hand toward my mouth as I blew him to make up for the distance I couldn’t cover.

  I reached for his balls with my other hand, squeezing them lightly. I loved sucking him off. Giving him pleasure turned me on, and I could feel how wet I was getting, wetter than I had already been.

  I alternated sucking him off with swirling my tongue around the head, flicking it back and forth. Nick moaned and groaned, and I focused my attention on his cock accordingly. His hands moved to my hair, and he guided me so his cock slipped into my mouth again. He was taking control, but I didn’t mind it. He was lost in the ecstasy, and I was doing it to him.

  Usually, I didn’t deep throat. I had done it twice before, and both times, I had felt the man undeserving of the effort. This time, I wanted to do it to give Nick a taste of what I could do with my mouth.

  I pushed him deeper and deeper into my mouth, holding my breath until he pushed down my throat. My throat automatically contracted around his cock as my gag reflex kicked in, and Nick groaned.

  “God, Hailey,” he said.

  I bobbed my head up and down a few times until I couldn’t hold my breath anymore. I pulled back, breathing a few times before I did it again. Nick groaned again.

  “You’re going to make me come,” he said.

  I didn’t want to make him come yet, so I stopped sucking him off and stood up. I wiped my mouth—deep throating created a lot of saliva. Nick rolled over and opened a nightstand drawer, producing the silver foil packet of a condom. He tore it open and rolled the rubber over his cock with skill, wrapping himself up so we could do whatever we wanted without worrying about getting pregnant. Not that I worried about it. I was on the pill, but we were being doubly safe. When Nick was ready, he moved back to where he had been sitting before, and I climbed onto his lap, standing on my knees on the bed before lowering myself into his cock. I wondered how it would feel to ride him without a condom. I had heard women say that with a condom, it felt artificial like a toy, that I was so much better without it. I had no idea if they were right, but I knew for a fact that toys weren’t nearly as satisfying as Nick’s dick, and if it was so much better than it already was, I wouldn’t be able to handle it because it was already the best thing I could think of.

  I didn’t have a lot of experience, of course, but I didn’t feel deprived as a result. I had all the experience I needed with Nick, in my opinion.

  I stopped thinking. My mind was too busy, and I wanted to focus on Nick and the feel of him inside of me, the way he handled me like I was delicate and delicious, the best thing he had ever had too. Because even though I knew Nick must have been with many women before me, he always made me feel like I was his number one. It was one of the things I adored about him. Relationships were based on what our partners let us feel about ourselves as much as it was about who they were. And Nick made me feel like I was the only woman in his life, like I beat all the others, hands down.

  When I sat down, we groaned in unison. Nick wrapped his arms around my waist, and I started bucking my hips, riding him. I cried out, his cock sliding in deep before pulling out again. I was still new to this, and Nick was much bigger than I remembered him. And I remembered him to be large already.

  When I had adjusted somewhat to his size, I started bouncing on his cock, driving him harder and deeper into me. I cried out. Nick’s hands on my hips guided me, and an orgasm grew at my core, making me numb to anything but the pleasure spreading through my body. I cried out as I orgasmed, falling forward, my breasts against Nick’s chest. My body tightened, and the pleasure rendered me useless. I breathed hard, my skin sticky with sweat where I was pressed up against Nick.

  Nick kissed me on the shoulder, working his way up my neck and my jawline. I shivered. Nick wrapped his arms around me and rolled over with me so that I was at the bottom, lying on my back with Nick on top of me. He had managed to stay inside of me, and it was impressive. When he was on top of me, Nick lifted up so his shoulders flexed, the muscle rippling under the skin. He bucked his hips, pushing into me, and I cried out.

  Nick bucked his hips, driving into me and pulling out again, sliding his cock into me slowly. It was a combination of ecstasy and torture, and if I wasn’t crying out and gasping with pleasure, I would have complained about how he was giving me only enough to want more.

  When I was about to lose my mind, Nick seemed to know and picked up his pace, pounding into me harder and faster. I cried out as he hammered into me, my legs wrapped around his waist. Nick leaned on his elbows, so his face was next to mine. He breathed hard into my ear, his hair damp.

  An orgasm built inside of me, and I came again. Nick dragged it, out and I cried out. When I was at the peak of my orgasm, Nick kissed me. He pressed his lips against mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth.

  I didn’t have a chance to recover from my orgasm. Nick fucked me harder and faster, working himself up to orgasm. His strokes shortened, and he picked up his pace yet again. I wasn’t sure if I was orgasming again, or if it was still running on from the previous one, but Nick thrust himself deep into me, and I felt him jerk and twitch inside of me, emptying himself out. I was freefalling again, the orgasm more intense than what I had before, and I couldn’t think about anything other than how my body felt like I was made out of light and Nick was the source.

  Nick stopped moving, lying on top of me, breathing hard. Our chests heaved against each other, and I felt his heart hammer against my ribs. When Nick pulled out of me, he had already gone softer. My pussy throbbed, and I could still feel him between my legs.

  “I’ll be back,” he said, and he disappeared into the bathroom to get rid of the condom. I appreciated that he was so serious about practicing safe sex and that he was a gentleman to keep things away from me.

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sp; When Nick came back, he climbed onto the bed with me and pulled me into the crook of his arm. I put my head on his shoulder, and it fit perfectly like we were made for each other. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. This was where I was happy, where I wanted to be.

  Maybe it was time to tell Nick who I was, I thought. I considered doing it now but decided against it. Even though we were doing very well, I still wasn’t sure how he would react, and I didn’t want to ruin tonight. Not after having the best time. Nick and I were more connected than we had ever been before, even though we hadn’t been spending time together for very long.

  I wanted to hold onto this for as long as I could. But I would tell him soon. I had to.

  Chapter 12

  Nick

  My training sessions were long and tedious. At the end of the day, after running myself into the ground, my muscles ached, and I was dying for a shower. But we had to attend another team meeting first. The sun was low on the horizon when we headed back to the buildings of the training center. Coach switched on the light when we walked into the training room even though it was still light out.

  “Right. We’re coming up to our first games, and I’m proud of what you’ve achieved,” he said. “We’re a few more practices before the game, but now we’re focusing on form. They’ll be watching you, and losing you to the first-string team is the only thing that would make me happier than keeping the lot of you all to myself.”

  Some of the men chuckled. I had grown fond of Coach Daniel. At first, I’d thought the guy was all business and no humor, but he was serious about getting us where we needed to be, and I appreciated someone as serious about my future as I was.

  Coach Daniel produced his clipboard and ran through the list of names of the players who were going to play in the first game. My hope dwindled as one name after the other was called, and it wasn’t mine, but Coach ended with my name last on the list.

  This was perfect. By playing in the first game, I could start off on the right foot. They were going to be watching, so I wanted to give them something worth their while. I had been working so hard, I knew I had what it took. It was only a matter of making an impression now.

  When the meeting was over, Ryan and I walked to our cars together.

  “What do you think about the team Coach chose for the first game?” Ryan asked. His name had been on the list, too, and I was happy for him.

  “I think it’ll work. I think Cam is too big for his boots, but we’ll see how it goes. Maybe someone will knock him down, and he’ll realize he’s not all that.”

  Ryan chuckled. “I don’t think taking a real hit would be enough, but we’ll see.”

  “This is it, man,” I said. “This is where they notice us. I can feel it.”

  “Don’t get your hopes up too much,” Ryan answered. “The chances are good, but the Sharks have a pretty solid team as it is.”

  I pulled up my shoulders, accepting the truth. It wouldn’t be easy getting a spot as a first-stringer. But I was positive I would get there in due time. All it took was for someone to notice me. I knew I had what it took.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow,” Ryan said when we reached our cars, and we clapped each other on the back before heading in our respective directions.

  Hailey was on my mind. Every now and then, she flashed before me, the face of an angel, and it had taken all my concentration not to get distracted on the field today. But thinking about her was a good distraction. I didn’t mind it at all.

  I was exhausted after training, and I desperately needed to wind down, but I didn’t have to do it alone. I wanted to spend time with Hailey. I needed to see her again.

  Everything about her drove me crazy. I had been after women my whole life, charming them until I got what I wanted. It had been fun. In fact, it was a hell of an ego boost every time it worked. When it didn’t, I chalked it up to taste and the women not having any. I was an arrogant bastard, and it had worked for me.

  With Hailey, everything was different. I didn’t want to bed her and be done with it. Sure, fucking her left me satiated and infatuated for days, but it wasn’t about that. I wanted to be with her as a person, and she was the first woman who did that to me, the first woman I wanted to know. And I wanted her to know me too. That was rare. I’d never opened up to a woman before, not like the way I did with her.

  I wanted to see her tonight.

  I dialed her number and waited for her to pick up, for her honey voice to come over the speaker.

  When it did, I smiled.

  “Are you busy tonight?” I asked.

  “Never too busy for you.”

  It was a line I would have used on women before, but hearing it directed at me made me feel warm. Go figure.

  “Come out to dinner with me,” I said.

  I could hear the smile in her voice when she said, “okay.”

  We agreed on a time I would pick her up, and I hung up. I arrived home shortly after and drank an after-training shake before heading to the shower to get ready. I could lounge in bed for the rest of the night after I saw her. Priorities.

  I was ready to leave less than half an hour later, and I drove to Brad and Carly’s place. When I stopped in front of the garage, the front door opened, and Hailey came out. She had been waiting for me. She wore a dirty-pink dress that made here porcelain skin look tanned—or maybe it was the Miami sun that had done that—and her blond hair hung straight down her back. I climbed out of the car and kissed her, pulling her against me.

  When I let her go, she was breathless.

  On the way to the restaurant, she asked how my training was, congratulated me on the game I’d been selected for, and I realized how few women I had been with before who cared about the career that was so important to me. Maybe it went both ways. I’d never cared about them that much either. But it was a great feeling that someone was rooting for me the way Hailey was.

  The restaurant was a casual place with booths that made our little party seem private, and we talked about trivial things for a while.

  “I’ve been thinking about what you said,” I said finally. “About growing up in Fort Collins.”

  Hailey looked up at me, and I couldn’t place the look on her face.

  “What are the odds, right?” I added.

  Hailey chuckled and looked down at the plate in front of her.

  “What school did you go to?” I asked. Maybe I had run into her once or twice when we had played against other schools and hadn’t even noticed it.

  Hailey looked hesitant. She played with her glass of wine, turning it around and around on the table.

  “We were at school together, Nick,” she said. When she looked up at me, her eyes were a brilliant green.

  I frowned. “What?”

  She swallowed hard even though she hadn’t taken another bite of food.

  “We were at the same school,” she said again.

  I shook my head. “I would have remembered you,” I said. Someone as hot as Hailey would never have slipped past me. “Are you messing with me?”

  Hailey shook her head, and she looked way too serious for this to be a weird joke. In fact, she looked nervous.

  “You’re messing with me, right?” I asked again.

  Hailey shook her head. I was starting to feel uncomfortable. I didn’t like this.

  “Why don’t I recognize you, then?” I asked. I would have known if I’d met Hailey before. I would have been as blown away by her as I had been when I’d met here in Miami.

  “I’ve changed a lot since school,” she said. “I lost weight, my braces came off, and my skin cleared up. I looked completely different at school.”

  “This doesn’t make any sense,” I said, shaking my head. I didn’t understand it. How could someone change so much?

  “I’m Hailey,” she said, stating the obvious. “I tutored you for a full year. Don’t you remember?”

  I stared at her. What the hell was she talking about? There was no way she coul
d be that little freak who’d tutored me. She was too beautiful, too normal for that. But I looked closely at her. The slope of her nose, the way her lips curved when she smiled. When I looked down at her hands, I ran cold.

  I knew her hands. When she had tutored me, I had spent hours studying the hands that showed me the work, the way she’d held the pen or pointed out my mistakes. She was telling the truth.

  “Oh my god,” I said.

  “What are the odds, right?” Hailey asked with a chuckle, but she looked nervous when I looked at her.

  “How did you find me?”

  “I didn’t find you. We ran into each other.’

  I shook my head. “You were my tutor in high school, the one with a huge crush on me, and suddenly you appear in Miami looking the way you do, reeling me in. The coincidence is too great.”

  Hailey shook her head, frowning. “How would I know you were here?” she asked.

  “Google tells you everything, doesn’t it? And everything else you’ve asked about me, why did you do that?”

  “Do you think I’ve been stalking you?” Hailey asked, and she seemed horrified. But it was exactly what I’d been thinking. I was freaked out. She had been a dream that had suddenly turned into a nightmare.

  “Why did you keep this from me?” I challenged. “You could have said something from the start.”

  “I thought you might recognize me,” she started.

  “Right,” I cut her off before she could carry on telling me more lies. I wasn’t interested in hearing another word she had to say. Once upon a time, I’d had to stick around to get through those shitty classes so I could play ball. I didn’t owe her jack shit now.

  I got up and walked away.

  “You can’t just leave!” she called after me.

  I stopped and turned.

  “You’re right, I haven’t paid,” I said. I pulled out my wallet and threw a few notes on the table before turning around and walking away again.

  “Nick,” she called with a thin voice, but I kept walking. It was wrong to ditch her this way, and I felt like shit about it. But I had to get away from her.