Tackling Love - Kathleen Kelly Page 0,27
want you to fuck me,” purrs Skye.
The only time I hear her use bad language is in the bedroom. Skye never cusses outside of it, and it turns me on.
“Move further up the bed,” I demand.
The sheets are slippery, but she slides up the bed easily. Starting at her foot, I kiss up her leg, lick her slit, and continue to her pebbled nipples. I pull down the sheer material and drawn one of them into my mouth. Skye cries out in desperation while arching up. Needing no further encouragement, I drive my cock straight into her slick, tight pussy.
“Oh, yes! Fuck me!” Skye cries out.
I know my woman likes a little bit of rough, so I do as she asks, and I fuck her hard. Her pussy takes all of me as I pump in and out of her. Biting down on her breast, Skye arches, and I feel her spasm around my cock. As much as she says she doesn’t like pain, her body responds to it every time. I claim her mouth, and as I come, a moan of pleasure escapes me.
This woman will be my undoing.
I feel like I’m drowning in her, and I can’t get enough.
Much later, we are still tangled up in bed together, and I’m lazily tracing random patterns on her back. Skye’s breathing is steady, but I can tell she’s not asleep.
“What did you want to talk about?”
Skye rolls away from me with a sigh. “I got suspended from school today.”
“Why?”
“Because of us. The principal, Tony Wilson, was sent more pictures of us kissing. Derek sent them.”
“Sugar, why are you being suspended?” I don’t understand what she’s saying, and I need her to spell it out for me.
“I signed a contract when I started with the school that stated I wouldn’t do anything, either inside or outside the school, to put it in an unsavory light. The school thinks you are an unsavory light.”
Laughter rumbles up and out of me. “Me? Quarterback for the New England Warriors, and the guy who’s donating money to the school as well as being instrumental in helping get the drama wing being built is unsavory?”
“Those first initial pictures of us at my front door, and you do have a reputation—”
“I can fix this—”
“No. I’ve decided to see what happens. I spoke to my dad tonight, and he made me see things in a different light. If the school truly believes I’m a risk to them, then I don’t want to work there. My dad has offered to fly me to see him in the UK, get away from things and sort myself out. I have no idea what I’m going to do if I don’t get my job back.”
“You’re giving up?”
“No, I will fight it. But in the end, if I’m let go, maybe I should travel a bit, get a feel for what I should do next.”
I don’t want Skye to go. The thought of her being away from me makes my heart ache, and the fact I’m the cause of her leaving doesn’t sit right with me.
“Why didn’t you tell me you’d donated money to the school?”
“I forgot. It’s football season, sugar. I’m either training, playing, or seeing you or Blaise. He’s the one who started it all. He confessed he prefers acting to football, but his family doesn’t have a lot of money, so his mom was going to have to make him the costume. From his description of his mom’s sewing expertise, I made a few inquiries at the school with Juliette and discovered they severely lacked funding.”
“Juliette?” asks Skye with an edge to her voice.
“Yeah, Miss Carson.”
“But you called her Juliette. I didn’t realize you were on a first-name basis.”
I rise on one elbow, grinning at her. “You sound jealous.”
Skye knifes up off the bed and throws her hair over her shoulder, then flounces out of the room.
I follow her quickly and grab her around the waist. “Sugar, since we’ve been together, there’s been no one else. I want you. I’m here with you. You’re the only one,” I whisper next to her ear.
All tension eases out of her body as she melts into me. “The only one?”
“Yes, Skye, the only one.”
Skye twists in my arms and kisses me softly, her hands go up my sides, and she cups my face. “Let’s go shower.”
“There’s my girl.”
Skye smiles, grabs my hand, and leads me to the bathroom.
SKYE
I’ve been lost for the last week without a job to go to. My home has