Page 5 of Rushing Her: Seattle, Westerners (Gridiron Warriors #2)

Alexandra

N ursing my glass of wine, I reflect on the dinner. Brayden was asked to speak at the podium about his time with Coach Winters, and I couldn’t hear another nice word about that man. Hating Bray would be so much easier, but I don’t. Where would we have been if we had stayed together?

I made my escape and now sit in the farthest dark corner of the bar, hiding from the guy who read me like a sex scene in a romance novel.

Dinner was all foreplay. He would softly touch my hand, arm, and even my thigh under the table.

He helped me when I needed it and made sure my water was refilled after every glass of wine I drank.

I’m only on my third one, but I should be careful with all the medications already in my system.

I’m horny, crampy, and emotional right now.

“Mind if I have a seat?” The deep, husky voice suffuses me, and I recognize it without looking up.

Shutting my eyes, a memory of him speaking in that same voice as he made love to me flashes in the darkness. When I turn to look at him, he’s still in his hot-as-fuck suit.

“Free country.” The words just tumble out. They are the same ones I said to him the night we met at a frat party. I was a freshman, and he was a sophomore. It was my first college party, and I’d only been at the university for a week and a half.

“Yes, it is,” Brayden chuckles. “You escaped.”

“Not far enough, obviously.”

“I’m not leaving without you tonight.”

His words wash over me like a balm to the ache, and I shouldn’t be here.

I shouldn’t want to see where this goes; unfortunately, I’m not about to leave.

The memories are too raw right now. All night has led to this moment.

One time can’t hurt, can it ? I’ll walk away from him again, not revealing how broken I still am from the last time. That I never truly moved on after him.

I slowly slide my half-full glass across the bartop and turn to face him. “Take me to your room.” Those few words are all that is needed, and he takes my hand to help me up. His other arm wraps around me, holding me close as if he’s afraid I’ll bolt.

He leads me to the elevator, and when we get on, he swipes his keycard to unlock the secure floors. Part of me expects him to click the top-floor button, where the Presidential Suite is located, but he presses the button for the floor just above mine.

“I’ve been trying to talk to you for a while now, Alexandra,” he starts, but I turn in his arms and press my fingers to his lips, stopping him.

“Don’t make promises neither of us is ready to keep. Just give me tonight.”

“It’s more than that,” he tries again, but I tip his head down as I go up on my toes and cover his mouth with mine, shutting him up. I couldn’t take him revealing something that would break me.

As soon as our lips touch, I’m lost for a moment.

His are firm where mine are soft, but when his tongue touches them, I open, and we wrap our arms around each other.

Nothing can curb the flood of emotions. My body lights up—after all these years, he still makes me dizzy.

My breath catches in my lungs. His tongue slides against mine, and it’s a live wire to my clit and nipples.

My poor, aching nipples strain against the fabric of my dress and bra, needing to be soothed.

One of his powerful hands grips my hip, tugging me tighter into his body, where his erect cock presses against my stomach.

His other hand burrows into my hair, freeing it from its pins and tumbling down my back in waves.

The elevator comes to a stop. Bray pulls away, and I don’t turn around, afraid someone is watching us.

“This is my floor.” Bray’s voice is raspier than usual, causing goose pimples to flush my skin. “Come on.” He turns me around and nudges me in front of him, toward the hallway.

I should assert control, but I want this. I want him. I want to do this. A part of me also wants to challenge him. “Afraid I’ll run.” I glance at him behind me, and he stops us in front of his door before leaning down.

“No, Lexi, I know you won’t run. You want this just as much as I do. I need you close, and I can look down on your beautiful body from this angle. Plus, scaring the fuck out of anyone when they see my monstrous cock is not part of the plan.”

I shake my head and chuckle. “Bray, your ego never fails.”

He steps back as he uses his cell phone to open the door.

“Baby, does this look small?” I turn around and raise a brow while looking down at his cock, which is tenting his slacks.

It jumps behind his fly, and again, something inside me demands I challenge him.

I cup him through his pants, and he moans. “Babe, don’t push me.”

“Feels pretty good to me.” I squeeze him gently. “Or what?”

The door gives way as he opens it, and we step inside. I’m flipped around, my back now to the closed door, and his strong arms lift me.

“ Or …I’m not going to be gentle but will fuck the hell out of this sweet pussy.” His hips wedge me into the door. One hand works the side zipper of my dress while the other captures my hands and secures them over my head. “You pick, Lexi?”

I lean forward and stretch my neck, licking up the column of his throat until reaching his ear. “Fuck me,” I whisper.

He sets me on my feet and yanks my dress down. It tears, but I ignore the thought of what to wear home tomorrow while standing in front of him in only my panties, bra, and heels, with him still fully dressed.

“Fuck, you’re sexier than ever,” he groans before throwing me over his shoulder, and his hand comes down hard on my butt cheek.

“Ow,” I yell, but it doesn’t hurt. It turns me on. For the first time in a long time, I’ll get the sexual experience I crave. Bray will take me hard, feed my desire and need. He won’t give me sweet lovemaking. I want the dirty, gritty side of sex.

He smacks me again, and this time I squirm. “Yeah, that really hurt you. I can smell how much.”

I’m dropped onto the bed and realize that we are in just a typical suite, nothing fancy like he can afford, but I don’t have time to think more about it.

Brayden begins undressing, delivering an arousing display.

His jacket gets thrown over a chair, and he sheds the black shirt underneath.

As he pulls at each button, some break off and go flying, but he doesn’t care.

When he exposes his beautiful, massive, tattooed chest, my breath catches.

The piercings were not props for the photo shoot. They glint against his sculpted chest.

My legs squeeze together to relieve the pressure on my clit.

It’s throbbing so intensely it feels like it has its own heartbeat.

I follow his hands as they drift to his buckle.

He stares at me while slipping out the belt, a loop at a time, before dropping it onto the bed.

I’m not scared of him or what that could mean.

I want this; the need for him to dominate me is overwhelming.

I’ve yearned for this kind of play for a long time but never had the desire to do it with anyone but him.

The crazy thing is, I haven’t been with Bray in a very long time, but that passion is still there.

He pops the button on his slacks and lowers the zipper. The pants slide down his thick legs, and his cock pushes at those skintight black boxer briefs. I lick my lips, longing for that cock in my mouth again.

“Later, baby. It’s been too long, and I need inside you.”

“Please.” I start to push myself up the bed, but he leans over me and grasps my thighs.

“I lead this, you don’t.”

Next thing I know, I’m flipped over with my butt in the air.

Brayden

A fter the flip, I can’t control myself any longer.

The need to dominate is fierce, and I rip the thin panties from Lexi’s body.

Spreading her legs, I position them on the bed, frogging them.

Her juicy, dripping pussy is on display, so I drop to my knees and lick her from her clit to her hole.

She tries to pull away, but my hand slaps her ass cheek.

She screams and arches off the bed, her core leaking more of her precious nectar.

My tongue repeatedly fucks her channel before sliding to her clit and sucking it deep between my lips.

She cries out as she comes, and I flip her over again, throwing her farther up the bed.

I climb over the top of her and unhook the front clasp of her strapless bra, which wraps around her body so she has no worries about her dress having a bit of a drop at the back where a typical strap would have shown.

Her firm C-cup breasts with the berry nipples pop free.

I grab them, and she squirms away from me, moaning and writhing even more.

Her reaction is surprising. Were they always so sensitive?

Not giving it another thought, I snatch up the belt from the mattress and restrain her hands over her head, looping it with enough give in case she wants out.

Her pupils blow out her eyes, the seafoam green barely visible with her desire.

She loves it, and I fucking fist pump in my head.

I remember the last time she was tied up this way and can’t wait to explore this further.

Leaning over her body, I praise, “You’re doing so good, Lexi baby. I want to play with you. May I?”

“Yes, please,” she begs and arches her body under mine.

Kissing her long and deep, I let her taste herself off my tongue. She raises her strapped hands and wraps them over my head. “Back up there, baby,” I order, and she reluctantly complies. Relinquishing control will be hard for her, but this is how I want her.

I kiss all over her face and the tip of her nose, showing her how much I care and have missed her, then skim my lips down her neck to her breasts.

I suck desperately on a nipple, and she cries out in a subtle orgasm.

This is new; I like it a lot. Shifting to the other breast, she comes again, and I leave love bites and a couple of hickeys on her flesh.

Grabbing her legs behind the knees, I swing them over my shoulders.

She can take it. My cock slides between her tight pussy lips and deep inside her body.

I don’t stop the invasion until I meet her cervix, and even then, I press into it ever so slightly, almost to the point of pain. She just moans and cries harder.

“Bray, just like that. Oh my god, you’re so deep,” she exclaims as her head thrashes around.

“Baby, this is my pussy now. Nobody else. You got it?” She’s so lost in her head that she doesn’t comprehend my words, so I withdraw until the tip of my cock just breaches her entrance.

“Lexi, say it,” I order, and for just a moment, doubt crosses her eyes.

Shifting one of my arms, I pinch her nipple, giving it a slight twist.

“Yes. Yours. I’ve always been yours, Brayden.”

She finally says what I want to hear, so I press back into her body, again going as far as possible. As soon as our pelvises touch, I grind harder, stimulating her clit. She wails this time, her pussy fluttering against my cock.

Heat and feelings overtake me, and I pull out and slam back in until her cervix opens and sheaths the head of my cock.

I keep it there, pulsing and grinding against her.

She screams, “Brayden,” as she comes. Cum spurts from my cock, and I pull out and push back in over and over.

My balls slap against her ass, and she wriggles below me.

Planting myself deep on the final thrusts, I intend to put my baby in her belly.

The image of her round with my kid splashes more cum within her. I must connect her so tightly to me that she’ll never leave me again. She will be mine forever now.

I roll us to the side, releasing her legs and feeling my cock pop from her cervix.

She cries out, and I reach over her head to unbind her hands.

They come to my shoulders, and she holds on.

Her eyes remain wide. She’s not finished with me, which is good because I’m far from being done with her body for the night.

I withdraw from her completely and bend to remove her heels.

She watches me and slides across the sheets. “I want you again, Bray,” she says so softly in that sultry voice of hers.

“I haven’t had my fill of you either.”

I roll to my back and lift her atop my body. Her abs curl as she moves into position and takes my cock in her hands. It’s slippery from coming once already, but I’m ready to go again. Even over thirty, my body knows this is our woman, and it has only one task. Breed her and keep her.

She takes her time sliding down my cock, and I sit up so we’re chest to chest. Alexandra starts moving on me, and she’s like a gypsy dancer, twisting her hips in ways that make my eyes cross. She does this repeatedly until my balls pull up, but I’m not ready to come yet.

I lift her off and maneuver us until she’s on her knees.

Pressing into her shoulders, I slam her pussy, hitting that deep spot that makes her wail.

I retake control and work in and out of her until she ramps up again.

My hand slides around her body, fingers flicking her clit.

She screams my name as she explodes, and I thrust in deep and unload.

This time, when we fall to our sides, I’m exhausted not only physically but emotionally. My body begins to drift off, and the last thing I remember is drawing Alexandra’s body into mine and curling around her.

“I’m never letting you go again,” I whisper into her ear.