After that we put our mouths to better use, and harder, faster, more is communicated with groans, gasps and deep moans. The sounds are desperate and dirty, and nothing in my life can compare to this.
Nothing.
“Tiger, I’m close.”
My head spins and my body spirals because I’m so close again too. “Let go.”
He thrusts a few more times and then lets go. It triggers another orgasm from me, which has never happened before. We hold each other as we fall apart, and when it’s over, I can’t let go. I’m afraid I may never be able to let go.
He rubs his stubbled cheek against my face and picks me up again. “You said something about a bed.”
“Yes, I have one of those.” I’m Cash-drunk and I’m having a hard time not slurring my words.
He eases out of me. “I need to deal with the condom, then I’ll meet you there.”
I point to the other door in my little house. “The bathroom is right there.”
“Got it.” He kisses me like we’re just beginning to make love instead of just finishing, then he makes his way to the john.
My eyes eat up the sight of his flexing muscles and bare backside as he moves like a cat through my living room.
Once he disappears into the bathroom, I slip from the island and have to steady myself. My legs need a little more time to recover from two orgasms. Two.
I tried not to compare Brad to Cash while we were having sex because there really is no comparison. I also didn’t want to bring my ex-husband into what was happening between me and Cash. Now that it’s over, the catalog of differences is glaring, but I still don’t want to think about Brad, so I retrieve my phone from my bag and fire off a text to Maggie.
Can’t vandalize tonight.
I got a better offer.
Talk tomorrow.
Then I shut off my phone. For some reason I don’t want to answer questions about this yet. Just in case it turns out to be a dream.
Thirty-Nine
Cash
“Come on, King. Where’s your head today?” Duke fires across the weight room.
I’ll tell you where my head is, it’s still in Tiger’s bed. I don’t want to sweat off the feel of her that is still all over me. I’ve had many sexual encounters, but the last three nights with her haven’t been encounters, but life-altering events. And I don’t care if that makes me a sissy for saying so.
“My mind’s somewhere else this morning.” I’m not sharing what’s happening between me and Tiger. I’m not ready to take it out of its protective cocoon and show it to the world yet.
“Well, get it back on the task at hand.” His hands rest on his hips. “I don’t know if you’re aware, but McKay went seventeen for twenty-three and passed for over three hundred yards. Baby boy’s hit his stride and is coming for your job.”
Oh, I’m aware, and it makes my balls shrivel to think about it. The kid is good, that’s why they drafted him as the backup in the first place. “Yeah, I heard that.” Like I just casually turned on the radio and caught the game stats, and not like I was glued to the TV watching Monday night’s game against the Ravens.
“You know you have your evaluation with the team doctors on Monday. If you’re going to get your position back, then what we do here matters. It matters a lot.”
I squirt water from my sports bottle into my mouth. “I know. You’re right. Let’s get back to it. Another circuit?”
Duke holds his fist out to me, and I bump it with my own. “Now, that’s what I’m talking about.”
I push all thoughts of the beauty queen from my brain and fill it with football, just like it’s supposed to be. I’m crazy about Tiger, but nothing and nobody is going to derail my career. If I didn’t let an abusive alcoholic of a father throw me off course, then neither will this woman, no matter how obsessed I am with her.
Duke’s phone rings, and he checks the screen. “Shit. I’ve got to take this.”
I adjust the weights on the leg press. “No problem, man. I’m a big boy. I can take care of myself.”
He leaves the room, and I begin the weight circuit again. My mind wanders to the drills I’m going to run with the after-school kids. I chuckle when I think of Jared. The kid’s obsessed, kind of like I