The Trouble With Quarterbacks Read online R.S. Grey

Categories Genre: Funny, New Adult, Romance, Sports Tags Authors:
Advertisement1

Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
<<<<6575838485868795>103
Advertisement2


I blink my eyes open when his SUV whips to the left and then down a slope, into a dark car park. We’re back at his building, and my heart starts to hammer in my chest when he takes his hand off me, pulls into his parking spot, and kills the engine.

His seatbelt clicks, then he leans over and undoes mine too. It goes slack across my chest and he’s tugging me up and off the seat. I half-expect he’ll carry me out of the car and up to his flat, but instead, he props me on his lap and leans in to kiss me—hard.

He’s more impatient than I’ve ever seen him, as if that ride home absolutely killed him. He grips the side of my head and his fingers twine through my hair, our mouths staying in sync, tongues licking as we consume each other.

It’s hot and heavy and necessary. It feels absolutely vital that he reach down and gather my skirt up again so it sits high on my waist. Then I reach down for his trousers and start to unzip. I’m fumbling because there’s not much space on his front seat, but he helps me, and together, we unsheathe him.

“Condom, condom. Bloody condom,” I say, looking around his front seat.

“Fuck. I didn’t replace the one we used the other day.”

I could kill him in cold blood right there. How dare he do this to us? We’re right here and we can’t wait, not even long enough to make it up to his flat.

“Please tell me you’re clean. Yes? You’ve been checked?”

He nods. “Last month.”

Oh thank god.

“I’m on the pill and I’m clean as a whistle.” I want to stop talking about this, but it seems important that he know. “I don’t…um…I’ve never gone without.”

It sounds like a lie. I mean what girl sits on a guy’s lap, grinding down on him, and says she’s usually oh so careful even though she’s not being that way now? But his gaze catches mine, and he sees the vulnerability there. It doesn’t make sense. All the careful decisions I’ve made in the past, all the rows I’ve had with boyfriends when they’ve wanted to go without a condom, and now, here—poof—I’m ready and willing to give it a go with Logan. Have I totally lost it?

Maybe.

Maybe I have, because he’s kissing me again, and it’s like we’re telling each other the same thing. I trust you. I trust your intentions. And more importantly, I can’t wait either.

He’s so hard underneath me and I’m rocking back and forth, teasing him and using him to rub against my sensitive skin. He lets me continue for another few seconds and then with a rough grip on my waist, he stills my hips and reaches down to align us.

I go up on my knees to give him better access and then we click into place, heartbreakingly perfect.

I sink down on him slowly. Like last time, it’s painful for the first bit, and then my body eases around him, accommodating his size until I can’t take any more.

He stays there for a moment, buried deep inside me, and he takes my mouth again for a deep kiss. We start to rock together gently, moving our hips in sync, and then he picks up the pace, thrusting in and out of me so that I start to careen toward my release.

Then abruptly, he stops, and I protest, angry.

My fingers dig into his forearms and I squeeze my thighs around him, but he has other plans in mind, and I’m forced to listen when he speaks.

“Get in the back.”

“What?”

Oh hell. He doesn’t answer. He starts to shove me back there, and I have to climb over the console in the middle of the two front seats. I trip and fall into the back, but he’s right after me, contorting his huge frame and making me laugh as he gets stuck for a moment.

“Fuck,” he groans, looking down at me lying there, skirt flared up, thighs spread apart.

He manages to push through and then he’s on me, pinning me down to the seat with his weight and taking my wrists to press them against the door behind me. He takes hold of my fingers and wraps them around the door handle.

“Hold that,” he tells me, and I bloody well listen. He pushes up and off me enough to look down and assess me. I’m his conquest, and he’s got me right where he wants me. That’s how he looks: scary and beautiful and mine. He surveys my top, apparently annoyed that it’s still in place. He shoves it up to reveal my bra then tugs the cups down so my breasts spill out over the top. Next he leans down and kisses the peak of each one, teasing me.


Advertisement3

<<<<6575838485868795>103

Advertisement4