Page 62 of Reckless Storm (San Francisco End Game #3)

Reed

A week later, I read Hayley’s good morning text twice and smile before the anxiety kicks in.

After leaving Luke and Amelia’s, we’d shared an amazing night together, and when I woke up with her in my arms, I told her about my dad’s text, relaxing when she didn’t hesitate to offer to come with me.

For the next week, we spent every spare moment together, around her additional days of studio filming and my practice.

But now we’re apart.

I’m in Florida for our first preseason game of the year, while she’s back at home, staying at my place because it’s closer to set.

I finally understand why some of my teammates leave our celebrations early.

I get it. I already miss her and it’s barely been a day.

The strangest part—or maybe it’s not so strange now that I know my true feelings—is that I never really missed Bria like this.

For years I thought I was on the way being in love with her, but it turns out, I had no idea what love really was.

And God, I wish Hayley and I had gotten our shit together sooner. We could have spent more of the offseason as a couple.

After stretching my body, I lie in bed for a few extra minutes before getting up, trying hard not to think about leaving Hayley alone in the same city as her stalker, while also worrying about my mom.

I should be thinking about my pregame rituals, like I have for the past fifteen or so years of my life.

But that life is different now, and it’s time to adjust.

When I’m up, I bounce my shoulders and head toward the en suite in my room, determined to get in the zone, until the hotel phone rings, making me jump. Am I late? I check the time as I answer, and relief fills me when the clock reads six fifteen.

I’m early. I still have plenty of time.

Why am I up? And why did Hayley text me in the middle of the night, her time, to say good morning?

Shaking off my thoughts, I rush to grab the phone and hesitatingly answer. “Hello?”

“Mr. Coombs,” one of the concierges says in his sharp professional voice. “I have Miss Jackman here for you. It’s our policy to—”

“Miss Jackman?” My brows crease. How is that possible? “Can I speak to her?” I’d never usually question it, but considering all that Hayley’s been through, I want to make sure I’m not about to find a stranger at my door.

Hayley and I may have only recently become a couple, but according to the public, it’s been months. It wouldn’t be hard for someone to pretend to be her.

The phone goes quiet before Hayley whines, “Let me up, Reed. It’s early and I’m freaking exhausted.”

The phone crackles and then a man's voice comes back on the line. “Would you like me to—”

“Please send her up,” I cut in, desperate to see her. “Thank you.”

“Of course.”

He hangs up and I abandon my shower, throwing a towel around my waist before tossing the covers over the bed and meeting Hayley at the door.

“Didn’t believe it was me, huh?” She sashays toward me and my heart races. She’s here. In Florida. For me.

“The surprise was too good to be true. What are you doing here?” I pull her into my arms and press my lips to her head but it’s not enough. Grabbing her face, I steal her breath with a kiss and she surrenders easily, moaning against my mouth.

With our lips connected, I walk backward, pulling Hayley over the threshold, kicking the door shut when we’re both inside.

She mewls, her fingers grazing my body, and I groan right back.

I could spend a lifetime kissing this woman and never tire of it, but when my phone buzzes, she breaks away, making me pout.

“Oh, stop.” She smiles brightly. “I didn’t come here to monopolize your time. I came to watch my boyfriend play football.”

She sucks her lips into her mouth, hiding her smile, while I grin excitedly. “I like the way that sounds.”

“How much?”

“More than you can imagine. How about I show you?” I don’t give her a chance to respond before I bend down and grab her around the waist, throwing her over my shoulder.

She squeals as she smacks my ass, trying to remove my towel, but I’m too quick, dropping her on the bed with a thud, pinning her beneath me.

“What about your phone call?”

“Shhh.” I press a finger to her lips and smile. “You’re going to get me in trouble.”

“Why?”

“Because I have a girl in my room.” I raise an eyebrow and her eyes bulge.

“I thought that was a college thing.”

It is a college thing, but from the fire that just ignited in her eyes, I almost wish it wasn’t. “You love the idea of this being forbidden, don’t you?”

“A little bit.” She bites her finger while I stifle a groan. “What time are you due at the stadium?”

“Very soon,” I lie. “If I’m late, one of our coaches will come looking.”

Hayley’s eyes narrow before she laughs. “I know you’re messing with me, but I’m going to play along. Are we talking minutes?”

I lean forward until I’m so close my breath warms her skin. “Want to find out?”

“God, yes .”

My cock twitches in anticipation. But I have to say something first. Grabbing her chin, I guide her face to mine, letting my hand fall to her heart, staring into her wide eyes.

“I’m about to fuck you hard, Hayls. So before I do, I want to remind you that I love you, and I’m grateful that you’re here.” She gasps and her chest rises, her heart pounding beneath my palm. “You’re my girl, Hayls. I love being your man.”

With her lips trapped between her teeth, she takes a deep breath, her gaze boring into mine. “And I love being your girl.”

“Good.” Close enough. I’ll take it. “Now where were we?”

Curling my fingers around her wrists, I lift them above her head, holding both securely with one hand.

“I don’t think you understand how good it feels to have you here.

In my arms.” I slide my hand beneath her tiny shorts and cup her pussy, feeling her soaked panties beneath my palm.

“Someone’s ready.” I massage her core, my eyes locked on mouth.

“I am and I think I have an idea,” she gasps, bucking into my hard cock. Her breath quickens and I smirk until she whispers, “You promised me a hard fuck and I’m waiting.”

“The sass,” I growl, squeezing her wrists tighter as I slide my knee between her legs, settling my hand around her neck. “Ride my knee, baby. You’ll get my hands and mouth when I’m ready.”

She lets out a breathy mewl as her hips buck, and when I roll my knee, she groans. Tightening the grip on her neck, I lean forward and capture her bottom lip between mine, nibbling on the flesh.

Her mouth opens in a silent gasp and I take advantage, swirling my tongue with hers, rocking my leg in time with her thrusts.

Her perfectly flushed body shakes as I kiss a path down her neck, stopping when I reach her button-up shirt. Smiling, I let go of her wrists and neck and release the top button. “This is convenient, since I have you on your back.”

“What can I say? I find it sexy to watch a man work for it.”

“Is that right? Well, I hope you’re not in love with this shirt, because I don’t plan on working too hard.

” Sitting up, I grip the material with both hands and rip it apart, watching the buttons pop to reveal her see-through lace bra.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. Look at these perfect nipples begging for attention. I can see them through the lace.”

Licking my lips, I kiss my way from her navel to her breasts and bite down on each nipple, sucking the bud into my mouth as she cries out.

“Do you think it’s time I fucked these?” I ask as I straighten, not giving her a chance to answer before I crawl on top of her, careful not to crush her under my weight.

“What do you think? Would you like my cock between your tits, or…” I trail off and she bites her lips.

. “Would you prefer my cock filling your pussy while my finger plays with your ass? I remember you liked that.”

“Oh, God. I want you inside me, Reed. I need it. Now.”

Removing my towel, I release my cock and we both watch as it bounces between us, a bead of cum pooling at the tip.

Hayley lifts to her elbows for a better look and I groan when one of her breasts brushes my tip. “Fuck, you’re glorious. Maybe I’ll do both.”

Pushing her back down with my palm, I shift up the bed and hover above her, struggling to maintain control when she licks her lips and grabs her breasts, squeezing them together. “I want you, Reed. But be quick. I need you between my legs.”

Fuck . My cock twitches as I lower myself, sliding my length between her tits, riding her as she rocks against me, her tongue peeking out to lick me every time my tip gets close.

She lifts her feet to the bed and I glance back, catching her rolling her hips, fucking the air behind me as I move on top of her, my knees shaking from holding my weight.

“Reed, I—” She circles her nipples with her thumbs and groans, her eyes closing, her expression pinched in ecstasy.

“Are you ready for my cock, Baby? Ready for me to sink inside you?”

“Yes. Please.” Her eyes flash open and she stares up at me, her gaze thick with desire.

“I’m going to need your help first.”

“Anything,” she rasps, her voice breathy as she lifts to her elbows again. And fuck, I love this version of her. The hint of submission as she takes what she needs. Just the thought of her begging has my cock pulsing so hard it aches.

Needing a release, I move up her body and brush my tip against her lips, biting back a groan. “Get it wet for me, Baby.” I pump my cock against her mouth, brushing the tip across her lips. “I need to feel you bare. Just for a second.”

Hayley moans as she wraps her perfect lips around my girth, flattening her tongue against the tip. My cock throbs in her mouth and I groan as my head falls back. “That’s it, Baby. Take it all.”

A shaky moan escapes her as she sucks, and the sound of it vibrates against my skin, sending a spark straight to my balls. “Fuck, yes.”