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  Quarterback Sack

  S.E. Hall & Hilary Storm

  Copyright © 2016 SE Hall & Hilary Storm

  First Edition

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  Cover Design: Designs by Dana

  Editing: Kellie Montgomery

  Printed in the United States of America

  Chapter One

  RUSH

  “Where the fuck are you, man? I got bitches lined up for days and you’re not here to help? Your dick broken?” Tyler yells in my ear as soon as I answer the phone. His slurred speech tells me he’s already drunk, which is no surprise… I knew that’s how tonight would go. The man has no idea what “pace yourself” means.

  “Since when have you needed my help?” I laugh as I close my truck door. The roaring music coming from the club has me slowing my approach toward it and seriously rethinking my decision to meet up with him.

  “Nice try. If you’re not here in thirty minutes, I’m bringing the party to your big ass house.” The distinct sound of female giggles in the background confirm that he’s already up to his elbows in the typical swarm of pussy that surrounds him wherever he goes.

  I don’t have a chance to respond, because he’s already hung up on me. On a normal night, his crazy ass wouldn’t have to resort to threats, or what had to be at least a dozen annoying phone calls, and I would’ve been here sooner. But tonight isn’t a typical one. It’s actually far from it, which is why I really wanted to skip whatever shenanigans Tyler has planned and stay home. I need peace and quiet, to focus on the shit that’s been going on the last few days. But the motherfucker’s relentless, and on or around the tenth call I made the mistake of agreeing to come out, just to shut him the hell up. I was hoping he’d find a chick, or two, to take home and forget about me. No such luck.

  And now I’m sort of glad I did, because it damn sure wouldn’t surprise me in the least for that crazy fucker to actually bring the party to my house. I’m still finding random shit, hidden in the weirdest spots, from the last time I didn’t take the same threat from him seriously.

  I take one last, deep breath of fresh night air before I get to the entrance. The line outside isn’t too long, not that it matters. The second the bouncer sees me he waves me forward.

  “Rush Riggins, get your ass in here. You know you don’t fuckin’ wait in any of my lines.” I smile as he continues to check IDs and clears the way for me to get through. It’s the kind of special treatment I’m still trying to get used to receiving.

  I try to block out the screams coming through the speakers without any luck. Looking up at the banner above the stage, I can only shake my head. I’ve never heard of The Pussy Whisperers, I doubt anyone has, but it’s exactly the ear-bleeding type of shit Tyler would make me leave my couch to come suffer through.

  Before I have a chance to make my way any further into the packed club, I’m pulled into a clump of girls dancing together. Not sure which of them dragged me over here, and they’re all pretty hot, but there’s one that stands out amongst the rest. She looks just as uncomfortable as I am, and upon closer inspection, I confirm… she’s the real beauty of the group, compelling me to send an amused smile her way. Things are looking up. I could certainly think of worse ways to spend my evening if she’s any indication of what the rest of my night holds.

  I give the brunette with a bangin’ body and shy smile a nod and watch her face light up just a little bit more. It isn’t my style to dance to this shit, hers either obviously, so I throw up a thumb toward the bar, silently asking her to join me. She takes a step forward, accepting my invitation and I gently grab her tiny hand in mine to lead the way through the crowd.

  There’s a break between songs, so I lean in to talk to her. I can’t resist a slow inhale of her skin and notice a clean scent mixed with a faint, not overdone, sweetness. “What can I buy you to drink?”

  Her cheek brushes mine as she bashfully dips her head to hear me and her long brown hair falls around us. “I’ve been drinking tequila, but I think I need a switch to something less toxic.” We both laugh and when it’s our turn I order us each a beer, and despite what she just said, a double shot of tequila. I really want to do a shot with, off of, this girl…same thing in my book.

  “Holy hell, a double? Are you trying to get me drunk so you can have your way with me?” she asks loudly in my ear, to be heard over the music… and surprisingly, still manages to sound raspy and sexy.

  I don’t miss the chance to take advantage of our closeness and wrap my arm around her slender waist. Hauling her fine ass body against me, I respond the same way I have every time I’ve heard this exact question countless times over the years. “We could skip all the drinks and pretending if you want to and just leave now. There’s a few ways I can make you hurt tomorrow; I’ll let you choose. Drinking, fucking or both?” I arch a curious brow as I wait for her to decide how she’s going to respond to my bold approach.

  Her mouth falls open, but she quickly recovers with a playful smile. “Well, aren’t you sure of yourself? I don’t even know you.” She lays her hand on my chest as she replies, spreading her fingers to no doubt get what she thinks is a subtle sample of the physique hidden beneath my shirt. I watch as her eyes move from mine to her hand, and with the tiny flutter of her eyelashes, she tells me without meaning to that she likes what she feels and wants to explore further.

  “I have a dick. That’s all you need to know.” This gets her attention and her eyes dart back up to meet mine.

  “Are you a football player or something?” She tilts her head slightly and asks with a hint of disapproval, not the wonderment I’m used to and would expect. This more than piques my curiosity, and just as I’m about to try to figure this girl out with a few carefully constructed questions of my own, her friends swoop in and squeeze around the bar. They’re all fighting for the bartender’s attention as she moves around as quick as she can to make our drinks.

  We get our order and I chuckle to myself as I catch her trying to pass the shot I just bought her off to one of her friends, who quickly pushes it right back in her face, slurring her words as she tries to tell her no. Holy shit, these girls are drunk as hell, and the one I’ve taken an interest in is clearly out of her element. Honestly, that’s a huge part of her appeal to me. I’ve had more than my share of girls just like her friends, so tonight, I’m keeping eyes on the reserved, brown haired bombshell.

  She looks back at me with defeat spread across her face. “I guess I’m stuck with this, so what are we drinking to?” She holds her glass in the air as she waits for my response.

  My mind wanders to the old days of me running shit back home. There was one way we always lifted our shot glasses, but that’s not going to work here. “I’ll let you toast our first shot together.” I decide to play it safe and see where she goes with the lead.

  She stares down at the small glass of tequila as one of the girls bumps into her, sending her falling into my chest. She steadies herself with an unapologetic, wandering hand and manages not to spill the drink in her other all over me. That’s impressive. A different one of her buddies wraps an arm around her neck and slurs, pretending I’m not
even here.

  “To getting licked and dicked, then walking the fuck out of there,” the friend, a brash redhead, yells proudly and downs her shot while my intriguing little brunette hesitantly lifts hers to her mouth before taking a deep breath and tossing it back.

  Her reaction is a cough, then bitter twist to her face, so I pull her in close and crush my mouth to hers… giving her something she’ll like to taste. She resists for only a second before relaxing into me and kissing me back. Our tongues move along each other’s slowly at first, but it doesn’t take long to pick up speed when I slide my free hand down and fill it with her firm ass, tugging her tighter against me.

  Too soon for my liking, she pulls back with a flustered look on her face and I grin smugly—I’ve just severely fucked with her mind.

  “How’d you like your chaser?” I ask deeply, my mouth grazing her ear, tempting her to lean into me further.

  “Does this mean I have to repay the favor after you drink yours?” she asks, looking up to take in the grin on my face.

  “I can manage my own chaser.” I don’t miss the tiny twitch to her lips as she fights back her smile while watching me swallow my shot. Her cheeks blush a bright pink as I use a single finger to inch down the top of her shirt, just far enough, giving only me a peek of her tits. Fuck, she’s got at least a full D set barely contained by a tight, lacy bra. Huge swells of luscious flesh beg to break free, and I appreciate the view even more when I dip my head to slide my tongue between them and all the way up her chest. I continue to taste my way up her throat as she nestles in closer to me with a hushed squeal, as if trying to hide what’s happening between us.

  I fill both hands with her fine ass this time, hauling her body flush against mine once again. My facial hair must tickle her neck as I nibble and lick there because she’s squirming in my arms with a sweet, soft giggle before I hoist her off her feet. She instantly wraps her legs around my waist and arms around my neck, but just as quickly, leans back to look at me with an expression of pure shock. She’s never done anything like this before, but she doesn’t want to stop. I can see her inner struggle between whether to continue or stop responding to me written all over her face.

  “My place or yours?” I bluntly ask. There’s only one way this night is going to end. My dick is bulging in my jeans and there’s absolutely no doubt she feels every steel hard inch of it and wants it every bit as badly as I want to give it to her, considering the fact that she’s accidentally rubbed herself against it… twice.

  “Who says this is going to go any further?” She tries to deny what I know she wants, because let’s face it, the longer a woman plays hard to get, the less guilt she feels over what she shouldn’t. I don’t feel an ounce of regret for going after what I want, why should she? I’ve never entertained thoughts of that whole double-standard thing myself.

  And because she made the mistake of letting her breath hitch when she spoke, I’m now sure that she’s decided to dismiss the bullshit too, at least for tonight. I have her right where I want her; I just need to seal the deal. My only problem is, I refuse for this to go down in public. Unlike Tyler, the tabloid shit and lectures from my publicists don’t thrill me. I keep my plays, off the field, on the down low, while he sometimes does shit on purpose when he knows the creeps with the cameras are watching.

  Speaking of Tyler, I never did find his ass, not that I was looking for him after I spotted her. Oh well, no way I’m worrying about that now. If I have to hire a cleaning crew because he trashed my house, so be it. I’ve got better, brunette things to do.

  “You can try to deny your attraction to me all you want, but we both know you can’t wait to feel me buried deep inside you anymore than I can wait to be there. It’ll be our guilt-free lil’ secret.” I put her down and leave the next move up to her. If she walks away from me now, then I move on. But if she leans into me or gives the slightest hint that she’s still with me, it’s fucking go time.

  She stands and silently debates, then laughs when she’s bumped from behind again. “This place is insane. Maybe we should talk about this somewhere else.” There it is…her out. The golden opportunity to tell me she’s down to leave with me and go fuck without having to literally say it out loud.

  Hand in hand, I start us toward the exit and we’re almost through the crowd when I hear someone yell out my name. I don’t even flinch, let alone turn around, ignoring the female screams that ensue now that I’ve been spotted.

  My still nameless brunette doesn’t need to know my name either.

  I quicken my steps, even more determined to get her to my truck, and she meets my pace. She speaks up just as we reach my driver’s door. “Where are-”

  I cut her off, covering her mouth with mine and running my tongue along the seam of her lips until she parts them, letting me in. She doesn’t resist my aggressive approach, and I catch the small, sexy moan she lets out that shoots straight to my dick as I press my body against hers. I’m irritated as hell that I can’t just fuck her right here; that’s how worked up she has me, but I force myself to think with the right head.

  “Tell me where we’re taking this. I live across town if you want to go there.” Where Tyler may or may not be hosting an orgy.

  “My hotel is just around the corner.” Her breathy response has me sighing in relief, and tells me this is a done deal. She likes what she’s had so far, but she has no idea just how much more she’s in for with me. Sex is my best game; football a very close second.

  I open the door and guide her to slide into the center seat before I follow. It takes us less than five minutes to park at the hotel and race inside. I kiss up the side of her neck and press my achingly hard dick against her ass as she struggles to dig out the key card. She finally gets the door open and it’s not even closed before I have her lifted in my arms, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist.

  She’s brought me here, tossed out any shyness and tangled her hands in my hair, yanking my head down to kiss me like a woman more than ready to take exactly what she wants.

  Her lips. Plump, soft and natural, free of sticky, bright lipstick like all the others. And fuck me, can she kiss. Something tells me those lips will be great at sucking dick, and I hope to find out if I’m right. We tug, crazed and sloppily, at each other’s clothes until we’re both shirtless and I’ve released her huge rack from that fucking bra that was keeping it from me.

  Goddamn. Even better than I was expecting. She has gorgeous, real tits—high, firm and round, without any enhancements. I wonder how many of the women I’ve been with have paid out the ass for a set not even half this perfect. My hands roam over her body, appreciating every single curve, stopping to get familiar with the pair of beauties I can’t wait to suck.

  “You make me feel so good.” Her breathless whimper breaks the silence in the room.

  “Oh, babe,” I growl against her neck, wet from my tongue, and smile with smug pride at her full-body shiver. “I’m just getting started.”

  Chapter Two

  AVA

  “You make me feel so good.” Shit, that just slipped out. He probably takes me for a desperate novice now after my throaty admission, elicited solely by the caress of his hands. I haven’t had anyone this close to me in a very long time, and the decadent sensation of his touch all over my body is making me crazy with long-denied desire.

  This is the last thing I thought I’d be doing tonight, or any night really, but right now I can’t imagine a single place I’d rather be. I’ve missed feeling wanted and pursued, and never have I felt… captured.

  “Oh, babe, I’m just getting started. Wait ‘til you feel my cock inside you, stroking places so deep, you’ll be begging me to never stop. Lose the pants.” He sets me to my feet and we both race to peel off our jeans and then we’re right back in each other’s arms. He pushes me gently to lie back on the bed and then joins me, covering my body with his and continuing to run his hands everywhere while his scorching mouth sucks my sensitive breasts. I grab onto his
broad shoulders, running my fingertips along his arms to feel his muscles ripple as he leaves no part of me untouched.

  His deep, grumbled demand on the delicate skin of my leg fuels the fire building within me and has me craving for his mouth to travel just a bit higher up my body. He doesn’t disappoint, sliding his tongue along the inside of my trembling leg to land between my thighs, leaving a trail of moisture that’s cooled by the air, and I quiver from the decadent chill.

  “Fuck, what kind of lotion are you wearing? Did you come out tonight with some edible shit all over your body just to make the guys insane?” He has no idea how far off he is. Hell no, I didn’t put the lotion on, of my own accord or seeking this type of response. I simply caved to Marcy’s suggestion after she drove me insane for an hour to actually put some effort into tonight. She knew I needed the push, and I have to admit, I owe her a thank you the next time I see her. He likes the Sugar Kisses body cream she insisted I lather myself in and I’m praying he licks it off every part of me.

  His tongue doesn’t stop deliciously torturing me, even as his calloused hands slowly peel my panties down my legs as he spreads them open. He gazes down at me, totally exposed, and the approving, smoldering grin he wears as he slowly licks his bottom lip heats me from the inside out.

  “Look at that, such a pretty pink pussy, swollen and dripping wet for me. And bare, my favorite. I can already tell this is going to be fucking amazing.”

  He’s barely finished his grunted compliment when he lowers his face to my drenched core and nibbles on my clit. His grip on my thighs is going to leave bruises, but I’m not about to stop him, welcoming the slight bite of pain.

  The wicked tricks he’s doing with his mouth and tongue are unlike anything I’ve ever imagined, let alone felt before. This guy’s touch is magical and it doesn’t take him long to have me on edge, gripping handfuls of the sheets as I explode, pulsating through a full-body orgasm that leaves me hyper-sensitive and moaning in satisfaction.