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M ILES

I shouldn’t be nervous. I’ve had women in my apartment before. Well, not exactly. I’ve hosted small gatherings that women attended. At some point during the night, I’ve brought a woman back to my room, had some fun, fucked her, then she went on her way.

Most women I’m with know I’m not the dating type. They’re not the ones interested in me anyway, so it works for both of us. But I’m not as slutty as most people think I am. Am I a saint? Fuck no. Am I a sleazebag? Also fuck no.

From what I’ve witnessed in college, in bars, and on the team, most guys like to get their dicks wet and not worry about relationships. It doesn’t make us bad people. We’re guys. We like women.

There are plenty of women who are just like us, and there are plenty who are not.

Rowan is one of those who is not, which is why I took some time to clean up my act in the hopes of earning her attention. She’s relationship material. The girl you bring to meet your family, which I already did.

Possibly rushed that one, but the timing worked and Aunt Lynn and Julia loved her. I mean, who doesn’t?

I glance at the clock and preheat the oven. Rowan will be here any minute. The team got back to Boston at two this morning and Coach gave us the weekend off. Thursday night games are brutal. The days before, trying to recover from Sunday’s game and condition for the next with a short turnaround, are hard on the body.

Since our next game isn’t for nine days, we get today and Saturday to rest. Sunday morning will be light conditioning and some film, but we’ll be out by noon so we can sit around with our friends and families and watch football for the rest of the day.

If I have my way, Rowan won’t leave my bed until Monday morning when she goes to work. She’ll need the rest Sunday morning, and I’ll wake her up with my face between her legs when I get back at noon. The next two days are going to be pure Heaven.

The buzzer by my door rings and I wipe my hands down my apron. Before I have time to consider if I should take it off, there’s a knock on my door. I pull it open and am greeted with the most beautiful sight.

“Fuck, you’re pretty.” I wrap my fingers around Rowan’s wrist and tug her into my chest, right before I kiss her.

She tastes like Heaven, smells like cake, and feels like mine.

I slow my kisses and tip my forehead against hers. “Hi.”

“Hi. That was quite the welcome.”

“There’s more where that came from.”

“I’m sure.”

“Come in.” We’re still in the doorway and I lead her into my apartment. “Can I get you something to drink? You look pretty, by the way. Have I told you that already?”

I’m not nervous. I’m anxious. Excited. Fuck . Maybe a little nervous. Cooking dinner for a woman, wanting her to stay with me for a weekend, that’s big fucking deal. At least it is to me.

Rowan folds her hands together in front of her and looks around my apartment. She’s wearing jeans that hug her ass, an ass I need to get my hands on, and a light-blue, long-sleeve top. She told me she wanted to go home and change after work, which was why I had to wait forever for her to get here.

Fine. Maybe not forever, but it felt like it.

I’d told her it didn’t matter what she wore because I planned on stripping her bare once she walked through the door. I was kinda all talk in our texts. While I wouldn’t mind her naked and under me—or on top of me—I’m not a total caveman. I can feed her first.

“I’d love a glass of water and whatever you’re having.” Her back is to me as she takes in my apartment.

It’s not ostentatious, but it’s not small either. I make a good salary and give a healthy chunk to my aunt and sister and set up their portfolios with a hefty cushion. My sister’s apartment is modern, but small. How she wanted it.

I’m a big guy and don’t like feeling cramped—unless it’s in Rowan’s bed—and bought a two-bedroom sprawling apartment. The open concept gives me just enough space for a corner couch and a few recliners. And a one-hundred-inch flat screen on the wall.

Having room for the guys to watch sports was a top priority when I looked for a place a few years ago.

“Red wine okay?”

She turns and her eyes drop to my apron. The corner of her mouth quirks right before she covers it with her hand.

I glance down at the words, written in elegant script. Once you put my meat in your mouth, you’ll want to swallow. “Brock was my secret Santa last year. He gave me an Apron of the Month Club membership. There’s kind of a theme going. I’d replace this one with another, but I’m not sure it would matter.

“Apron of the Month Club?” She giggles. “I never knew there was such a thing. Let alone one that offered such themes.”

“Stay for breakfast and I’ll show you another.”

“Is that another apron saying?”

“No.” I grip Rowan’s hips and haul her into my chest. “That’s all me, baby.” I give her a quick kiss on the lips then move her to one of the barstools.

She settles on the stool while I pour two glasses of wine.

“What’s on the menu?” she asks as we clink our glasses.

“You mean besides me?”

“I thought you were dessert.” She takes a quick sip of wine, most likely to hide the blush forming on her cheeks.

I point to my apron “I’m the main course, Doc. You’re the dessert.”

Fuck, she’s beautiful when she smiles. Even when she doesn’t. Forget being a gentleman and waiting until dinner. I turn off the stove and untie my apron.

“I lied.” I take her glass from her and set it on the counter, then swivel her stool and trap her legs between mine. “You’re the main course.” I lower my lips to hers and sip her lips. “And the appetizer.” I slide my hand down her rib cage, stopping at the top of her jeans, waiting for her consent.

When she moans into our kiss and pushes her knees against my thighs, I take that as a go. “And dessert.”

“Miles.” She reaches for the bottom of my Henley, and when her hands touch my skin, my dick jerks, pushing against my zipper.

I deepen our kiss and grab her hips, picking her up and setting her on the counter. “I need my appetizer before I can start on dinner,” I murmur into her mouth.

“Yes.” She bunches my shirt up and I reach behind my neck and pull it off, dropping it on the floor. “Wow.” Rowan pulls back from our kiss and explores my chest with her hands.

I watch her eyes follow her fingers as they trace the contours of my muscles. First my pecs, then my abs. She glides her hands up again, then circles her fingers around my biceps.

“I’ll never get over how...big you are.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s big.”

Her mouth twitches and she looks up at me. I was worried my perverted brain would turn her off, but I think she kinda likes it. I think she kinda likes me .

My dick twitches again and I speed things up. “I’m not supposed to be the appetizer, and here you are, eye-fucking me.”

“You seem quite upset about it.”

“Furious. Now take off your shirt and maybe I’ll think about forgiving you.”

“Is that all it will take?” She tips her head to the side, exposing her neck.

“Hell. You could be dressed in a snowsuit with a winter hat pulled over your face and you’d still have me wrapped around your finger. But since you didn’t bring a snowsuit, you’ll need to strip off your pants too.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Those are the rules, Doc. You had your fun rubbing your hands all over my body, making my dick so hard it’s gonna fall off if I don’t taste you soon. It’s only fair that you get naked too.”

“But you’re not naked.” She reaches for the button on my jeans, but I push her hands away.

“My house. My rules. I want my appetizer. You should know by now that I’m a spoiled, immature boy who cries quite loudly when I don’t get my way.”

Rowan loops her hands behind my neck. “I don’t know about spoiled, and I haven’t heard you cry about anything. Immature, however...” She grins up at me.

“Wise ass.” In one quick flick of my fingers, I have her bra unfastened and on the floor. “Pants. Off. Now. Me hungry.”

All this ridiculous talking has me hard as stone, and I doubt it’s turned Rowan on like it does me. She deserves romance. Finesse. I back off the humor and return my lips to her neck. Careful not to leave any love bites, I kiss her softly, then work my way to the shell of her ear.

“I like my appetizer wet and messy,” I whisper as my fingers work their way under the elastic of her panties.

Rowan lifts her hips off the counter and helps me shimmy her jeans down her legs. I nudge one finger between her slit and it slides in a pool of wetness.

“Good girl.” My lips find hers again and our tongues tangle. My finger and tongue work in slow, lazy circles, driving her to the brink of an orgasm.

When I feel her walls tighten around my fingers, I withdraw them and kiss her harder.

“Miles,” she pants into our kiss as her hips lift, trying to find my hand.

“Do you want my fingers or my mouth?”

“Yes.” She clutches at my shoulders and shimmies herself to the edge of the counter.

“That’s not an answer, Doc.”

“Can I have both?”

“That’s my girl.” I drop to my knees and part her legs.

Fuck. She’s dripping onto the countertop. I’m gonna have to lick that up later. She spreads her legs and I cup her mound as I bring my mouth to her hip, nipping her with my teeth before dragging my tongue across her waistline.

I can smell her desire. Feel the heat emanating between her thighs. When she grabs my hair and guides my face to her sex, I smirk and hold myself centimeters from where she wants me.

I’m not usually such a tease, but seeing Rowan come undone like this before I’ve even played with her has me going feral. I need to get a hold of myself before I go full caveman on her. Not that I think she’ll have any problem with that. Not with how wet she is right now.

But teasing her is torturing me, so I spread her pussy with my tongue, then insert two fingers in her. She falls back on the counter, releasing the death grip she had on my hair and fucks my face.

I flatten my tongue and lick her from her back hole to her clit as I twist my fingers inside her cunt.

“Miles. Oh, God. Yeah. Oh, oh, yeah. I—” She squeezes my head with her thighs, then my fingers with her pussy, and before I can pull out and drag out the orgasm, she explodes all over me.

Like, fucking explodes. Gushes. Squirts. Her cum coats me, and I work like a fiend to lap it all up before any of it gets wasted.

“Jesus.” I slowly withdraw my fingers, which triggers aftershocks down her legs. I rise to my feet and hover over her as I slowly lick my fingers. “If that was the appetizer, I can’t wait to taste the full meal.”