Page 9 of Protecting Player #73 (Portland, Settlers #1 | Gridiron Warriors)

Brea

I have a good little buzz going after two bellinis and a chicken and broccoli rice bowl with teriyaki sauce, which I suspect was made specifically for me because the guys are loading up on wings and steak fries.

While my mouth watered for one of those honey garlic wings, I passed because deep-fried foods make me feel gross afterwards.

We’ve been here a few hours now, and I still can’t stop replaying the interaction between T.K. and Thor. My friend was demanding and dominant, possessive in a way he hadn’t been in front of me before. I didn’t know what to think at first.

I was hurt by the way Thor scolded me and then made implications about being here with all men and drinking.

He was so judgmental, and it took me aback.

Sure, we’ve had disagreements before, but he’s never said anything downright rude and hurtful, and I’m still reeling from what came out of his mouth.

Calling me a harlot and telling me I’m turning into one of those pick-me girls.

I don’t know what that means, but given his tone, it can’t be anything good.

“You’re quiet.” T.K.’s warm breath in my ear sends shivers down my spine and makes me tingle in ways I wasn’t expecting. He rubs his hand across my back along the opening of my dress where the straps cross. The warmth of his finger soothes the turmoil permeating my heart.

“Just thinking.” I don’t want to expound on it much.

“Thinking too hard,” he murmurs against my neck while his free hand begins to travel up the length of my inner thigh. “The way I’ve been dreaming of you lately. I can’t get you out of my head, and I have to know, pup, I need to know …”

The sentence dangles as he meets my eyes, the intensity leaving me breathless.

“Have to know what, Tate?” It’s the first time I’ve used his given name. His breathing accelerates, and his chest rumbles, tugging right at my clit, making me throb.

“Can I taste you, pup? Slide my finger between your folds and lick your essence clean off. Will you let me?” I vibrate needfully as his fingers move closer, the tips digging into my muscles as I wait for him to do just as he asked.

“Here?” My breathing is shaky.

“Right.” He kisses my throat, nipping at the pounding pulse. “Here.” He sucks on the flesh. Whimpering softly, I wiggle towards him, giving silent permission. “Good pup.” I nearly lose control at the praise.

My mouth drops open when the warmth of his fingers invades my body. He doesn’t push for too much, swiping his fingers through my soaked folds and rubbing gently on my clit as I turn my head into his throat.

“T.K.” The moan escapes, and I hope I wasn’t too loud because I would die from embarrassment.

“Give me your eyes, pup.” There’s a rawness to his tone, so I follow his demand. “Watch me.”

He frees his hand from my body, and my gaze darts down to find him slowly lifting two glistening fingers to his mouth.

My breath catches as his tongue flicks out to taste my juices before sucking in both digits.

I swear my vision turns black with desperate need for him as he groans in pleasure while lapping at his fingers like he’s been handed the sweetest treat in the world.

Too stunned to respond, I bite my lip to break the spell he’s placed me under because, surely, we must have an audience by now.

Covertly glancing at the other men at our table, I’m relieved to see no one is paying attention.

“I said, eyes on me, Brea.” The violence in T.K.’s growl startles me, but I do as I’m told. “Don’t ignore me again.”

Searching his brutal stare, I swallow roughly and nod briefly.

Terror should be pumping through my veins.

His demeanor screams violence, but oddly, I’m turned on by it.

He is absolutely feral for me, and I’m not ashamed to admit, I like it…

love it, even. There’s this weird craving for him to dominate me in such a way that I forget the outside world.

It’s kind of sick, wholly obsessive, and completely insane. But there’s a rightness to it that can’t be ignored or suppressed.

“Pup,” he groans, pressing a hand to his groin. “Fuck.” I watch as he strains in his seat. It’s oh so deliciously clear what’s happened.

T.K. just came from the taste of me in his mouth.

Breathing is difficult. I’m nearly panting from the obsceneness of it.

Reaching for my hand, he dips my finger into the waistband of his jeans until I feel the head of his shaft, soaked in his release, and swipes the tip through the sticky fluid. He tugs my hand back out and paints my lips with it before pushing my finger past my teeth, rubbing the pad on my tongue.

I droop my eyelids, and the salty yet oddly sweet texture is thick on my tongue, making me crave more. As T.K. releases me, my eyes pop open to watch him lower his hand and scoop out his semen before sliding it between my legs again.

I try squirming away. I’m a virgin, not an idiot, but he holds me in place and glides his cum-soaked fingers inside my seeping pussy, massaging his seed into my walls before doing it yet again. Not once breaking eye contact before shifting forward to suck on my earlobe.

Too shocked to move or protest and fighting my fiery desire for this man, I listen as he whispers to me, “I’m going to wife you up by any means necessary.” Stunned, I don’t even dare to breathe when he does the little maneuver three more times.

The alcohol has gone to my head. That’s the only sane reason I’m not running from this man right now. This is beyond unacceptable and bordering on assault. So why the hell do I like it so much?

“Next time my boys enter your body, pup, it’ll be with my big cock shoved in tight, filling you up and never letting you go.” The threatening promise makes my heart pound so hard that my ears ring.

At a loss for words and, apparently, common sense, I reach for my glass of water, sweat dripping off the bottom as I bring it to my mouth and chug until it’s empty. There’s a smirk on T.K.’s face, but he’s neither amused nor happy. He’s bordering on psychotic from the look in his eyes.

“T.K.?” It’s a little scary, a little hot, and a whole lot intimidating.

“I can’t fucking wait to get you pregnant.

” He leans back in, kissing my jaw. “Because once I know my seed is growing in your belly, that means I can work on your ass. I’ll fuck you sweet, then dirty.

” My belly clenches, and my pussy flutters.

“I can shove my dick down your throat until you’ve sucked every last drop out of me.

” Shivers race through me. “Paint your body in my cum, then take you out so everyone smells me on you.”

Dear god. He’s deranged.

“You can deny wanting it all you want, pup, but your body speaks volumes.” He pinches my clit, and more pleasure than I’ve ever experienced crawls through my bloodstream, making me nearly blind with lust.

“I’m waiting on marriage, T.K. I don’t want to do those things with anyone but my husband.”

He growls and bites my throat hard enough that I suck back my cry of pain, knowing he’s left a lasting mark.

“That will be me,” he vows. “There is no one else in this world good enough for you.” My heart skips a beat, liking that he thinks that.

“I’m not marrying someone because of lust, T.K.

I want a deeply intense emotional connection built on love and trust. I want our future goals to align and for us to be more than partners.

The man I intend to marry will also have to be my best friend.

” Pausing for him to absorb my words, I realize he’s not going to like what I have to say next.

“We hardly know anything about each other, so marriage is nowhere close to being on the table.”

He growls deep in his chest, reminding me of a lion on the hunt. His face is blank, but his eyes are piercing, boring into me, making me wish I hadn’t said that last part. “I think it’s time to take you home.”

Not what I was expecting him to say.