Holt, Carolina Crush’s top tight end, made a vow after his wife left him: never
fall in love again. He doesn’t need a long-term lady. Hell no. He has the magic
hands, the downfield rushes, the easy chicks by the dozens. And finally a team
on a winning streak.
agent with the ladies is exactly what Brooks wants. Until Delaney Jones
happens. The hot bitch with the serious attitude shows up with her own team in
pretty much half the uniform he
wears. Quarterback of the all-female Carolina Cougars, she’s sleek as a
racehorse, mean on the field, and immune to all his moves. Every time she gives
him no time just makes him hungrier
takes her work and her personal life seriously, and she’ll never be mistaken
for a cheerleader, in spite of her athletic body. She’s never rah-rah’d with
her pom-poms for any man—hunky, hot as hell tight end or otherwise.
has swagger. He has strut. But Delaney isn’t about to be the free baller’s willing slut. Until she
scratches the surface and discovers his wounds run as deep as hers and his
heart is warmer than she’d ever thought. It’s just too bad the past won’t die.
When the danger she’s run from for years catches up to her, she’s determined to
keep Brooks out of the crossfire. Even if it means Game Over.
easily, holding my hands out to my sides. “’S’okay if I join you?”
hoops?” The gold-flecks in her irises turned almost black as she walked toward
the ball at me.
legs then raced off to the other end of the court. Four pumps of my legs and I
swished that motherfucker in nothing but net.
retrieving the basketball. She dodged every one of my lunges, heading down
court like a missile.
from the line.
anything I’d ever seen.
banging body and a great rack.
enough that I forgot to catch the rebound when the ball bounced on the floor.
front of me, I watched a drizzle of sweat slide down her neck.
school?” I asked when I found my voice, shadowing her across the waxed floor.
Dodging in front of her, I stole the ball.
me, fast hands trying to nab the basketball. “I’ll take sport anywhere I can
pretty much stumbled over my own two feet.
basketball, hit net, and I curled around her from behind.
bounced . . . bounced . . . bounced . . .
the floor, Delaney landing on top with a gust of bright laughter. Her hair fell
in my face, softly scented black tresses I puffed out of my way.
across the floor until I stopped on top of her. I held most of my weight off
her, but when my groin connected with her pelvis, my chuckle turned into a deep
balls, and I was fully hard, my cock crushed against her pussy through the
thinnest barrier of clothes.
Her hand wandered low, and she slipped her palm beneath the waist of my shorts.
and I pushed into her fist. “What rumors?”
and grinded against her as come prepared to unload from my cock.
commando, Free Baller?”
lips found my neck. Her hot mouth and teasing tongue made me pulse harder
about to kiss her long and hard when the door banged open and a voice boomed
out, “No fraternization, Holt!”
Delaney then pulled her from the floor, sheltering her behind me.
baseball cap against his thigh, scowling at me. “And I already done raised
Philomena. Now I’m stuck straightening you dickheads out.”
him and into the corridor, prodding her in the opposite direction. “All right
already. Look”—I started ambling the other way—“I’m going to the men’s locker
room. She’s headed to the lady’s.”
“Better keep it that way too.”
retreating all the way to the front entrance then another loud bang of doors.
Sneaking back down the corridor, I reached Delaney just before she entered her
she spun around, mouth open to shriek.
narrowed. “Boy, you are asking for trouble.”
the clear.” I released her and grinned. “Damn, you make me feel like a
teenager. You know that?” I squinted at her.
Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Some of her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys and Bad Boys of Retribution MC series.
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.
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