“He stands there for a while and watches me.” She rubbed her fingers up and over her clit, coating the bud with her juices, then slid her hand back down, palming her clit and lifting up as she experienced an explosion of sensation. “But then he undresses, begins to stroke his c**k just like you’re doing.”
“And then what?”
“He comes over to the side of the bed.” Tara slid two fingers inside her pu**y and began to f**k herself.
Mick leaned over the bed and rubbed his c**k head against her thigh.
“Can you hear it?” she asked.
“Yeah.” He was panting.
“Don’t you wish that was your c**k inside me, f**king me?”
“Yes. Is that what the guy in your fantasies does?”
She lifted her gaze to his. “Yes. He pulls me to the edge of the bed and plunges his c**k in me, then f**ks me hard until I scream because I’m coming so hard I can’t stand it, until he’s coming so hard he can’t help himself and he yells out my name.”
Mick grabbed her ankles and pulled her ass to the edge of the bed, ripped a condom from the pocket of his discarded pants, and put it on. Tara braced her feet on the side of the bed and lifted as Mick thrust inside her with one hard push.
And she did cry out, because she’d been waiting for it, anticipating it, and it was so damn good she raked her nails across his arm. He held tight to her hips and f**ked his c**k inside her, his balls slapping her ass in a hard and fast rhythm that made her whimper and cry out his name as she demanded more and more.
He reached down and began to rub her clit, furiously taking her to the edge, but this time not letting her even stop to drag in a ragged breath. She went over in a hurry, screaming and digging her nails into his arm as she came.
“Mick! I’m coming. Oh, God, Mick, I’m coming.”
“Fuck, yes. I’m coming. Tara!”
He did yell out her name as he dropped her legs and pulled her hips against his. He shouted with his orgasm, pumping against her time and time again with his release, then dragged them both onto the bed as he curled into her and buried his face against her neck.
Tara tangled her fingers in Mick’s hair, and he lifted, kissing her with a deep, intense kiss that warmed and comforted her in the aftermath of such incredible bliss.
“Am I crushing you?” he asked.
“No. This just feels good.”
He inhaled and let it out, then gathered her close. “I love being with you, babe. A lot.”
“I love being with you, too.”
“You’re the best thing that’s come into my life in a long time, Tara. Thank you.”
She swept her arm across his back and smiled, hoping it could always be this good between them.
Maybe this was what falling in love was supposed to feel like. Scary and exhilarating at the same time.
And maybe it was okay to let it happen.
NINETEEN
TARA HAD NEVER WORKED HARDER IN HER LIFE FOR something she wasn’t getting paid for. The few weeks of preseason had flown by, and she’d actually been grateful for the games Mick had out of town. Because when Mick was around she wanted to be with him. And he wanted to be with her, which admittedly she liked an awful lot. It kind of reminded her of being a teenager again, this need to be with someone so much it hurt. But that kind of longing didn’t lend itself to focusing on the job at hand, so Mick leaving town for the weekend was timely. It had given her time to work with the wives, girlfriends, and volunteers who were helping her put this charity event together.
They had decided on a carnival for the kids, complete with rides and games. The venue had been selected, the weather was thankfully going to be perfect, and donations and volunteers had been pouring in. Amazing what people were willing to do for both a worthy cause and to be associated with a prominent, successful football team. Since the last preseason game was tomorrow, many of the team members would be present. They were going to sign footballs for the kids, which would bring the media in for photo opportunities and hopefully bring attention to the charity.
The past few weeks had given Tara the opportunity to get to know the women from the team a lot better. She was quickly becoming friends with the majority of them, which meant if she and Mick broke up, she was going to miss them all. Then again, who was to say she couldn’t remain friends with them?
Sue Shore had gone into labor and had her baby last week. Tara and several of the other team ladies had gone to Sue’s house a few days after she’d had little Timmy, all nine pounds ten ounces of him. At twenty-three inches long it was no wonder he’d been keeping her up all night kicking her. But Sue was thrilled despite being exhausted after eighteen hours of labor. And the baby was adorable. Tara had held him for a brief few moments, and those pangs of female hormones had kicked into overdrive. It had been a long time since Nathan had been a baby.
“You planning on having any more?” Sue had asked her.
Tara’s head had shot up. “I’ve never even thought about it.”
“Well, you know, Mick does love kids.” Marvella, one of the player’s wives, had given her a knowing smile.
Good Lord. Her and Mick having babies? The thought had never occurred to her. “Mick and I are just dating.”
“Uh-huh. He seems to like your son.”
“Nathan’s a teenager.”
“So?” Heather Swanson scooped up little Timmy and sighed. “Mick’s been around all our kids, from infant to high school age. And he’s great with all sizes. He’s going to be a wonderful father someday.”
“Yes, I’m sure he will be.”
“And since you’re the only woman he’s ever brought around ...”
Tara rolled her eyes. “It doesn’t mean he intends to marry me and have babies with me.”
But the thought lingered all through the week. Silly thought. Marriage and babies and a family with her and Mick and Nathan and a child they created together.
Really dumb thought. Mick had his life, which was football and beautiful young women. Her life was her career and her son, who was now fifteen. The last thing she wanted was to start over again. She was thirty years old. In a few short years Nathan would be off to college, and she’d be free to focus on her business, unencumbered. She’d sacrificed so much to raise Nathan, to put herself through school, to climb the ladder, and get her business off the ground.