Once Upon A Half-Time: A Sports Romance - Sosie Frost Page 0,50

and trembled. He only laughed, thrusting again. Once. Twice.

“Come for me, Elle.”

He didn’t have to ask. Didn’t have to tease. Didn’t have to demand anything else from me.

I was already his.

I clenched on his cock and gripped him so tight even his own thrusts went still.

He filled me. Completely buried. So deep, so invasive, so rooted in my core.

I’d longed to feel this fullness for so long that the instant I came, I crippled myself in weeping, relieved tears. He slammed inside me, hard and deep, rewarding my trembling body with jet after jet of his own heat.

I cried out, my voice echoing within our private sanctuary. But I didn’t see stars. My vision didn’t go black. I didn’t let myself think or feel or see anything but the beauty of that exact moment in time.

It was safe.

Intense.

Our own perfect infinity.

I savored everything he gave me—the heat of his seed, the thickness of his cock, the confusing and wonderful feelings that bound me to this man.

I came and came and came, each crippling wave fiercer than the last. I let the pleasure consume me. No sense denying the thrill, the connection that would forever bind Lachlan and I as one for as long as we both lived.

I collapsed, and Lachlan growled his pleasured relief. He stayed hard, gently moving within the hot, sticky mess we’d made of me. Only once we became too sensitive did he pull me into the water. I clung to him as he washed away the sweat, dirt, and slickness from my body. He cradled me against his chest, and I rewarded his soft touch with murmurs and kisses along his shoulders.

But Lachlan wasn’t done. He grinned and pulled me in for a kiss. I didn’t trust the mischievous brightness in his eyes.

“You know something, Red?” His hands traced to my slit once more. “Maybe tubing isn’t so bad after all.”

12

Lachlan

The ball didn’t slip through my fingers. Jack’s pass nearly broke my goddamned hand.

I hissed and flicked my wrist as I jogged to a stop. The whistle blew.

Fuck. That didn’t mean the drill was over. It summoned me back to the line. The new team policy stated that players weren’t done with a drill until they had successfully completed it.

So far I was the only idiot to screw it up.

I hustled to the line, rubbing the sweat from my eyes with the hand that didn’t sting. A camera flashed. Elle grinned at me.

“You’ll get the next one.” She adjusted her lens. “But make it really dramatic. I need an epic photo for the Facebook posts today.”

Easy for her to say. “Your wish is my command.”

“See, boys!” Jack pointed at me with the football. “He’s got this husband thing down now. Nod your head, Charming. Give her whatever she wants.”

“Yeah, Lachlan,” she said. “Whatever I want.”

Elle’s skirt hugged her hips, but the ends flared out, whipping in the breeze to reveal a sinfully smooth leg. How was a man supposed to get any work done when she lingered around the camp wearing a tiny scrap of a baby-doll t-shirt? It hugged her curves, and the bright white material contrasted with the inch of bare belly the shirt didn’t cover.

The guys were right. She was all tits with a camera.

And for that, I’d give her anything she damn well wanted.

If I could catch the fucking ball first.

Elle snapped another picture, and the camera clicked louder than the trill of the whistle.

I sprinted fifteen yards down the field and counted the seconds in my head. The route was a timing pattern, and I had to hook back at the right moment for the ball that would already be in the air and aimed for me.

Three. Two. One.

I turned. Too soon. The pass flew over my head. I leapt to grab it. My fingertips grazed the edge, but I fell to the grass. The ball bounced away.

Son of a bitch. That was two missed passes.

The offensive coordinator blew the whistle sharper this time. Any more of this bullshit and Coach Thompson would leave the sled drills with the offensive line to tear me a new asshole.

“What’s wrong, Charming?”

I didn’t need the attitude from Ray, one of our veteran receivers.

He nudged Elle and winked. “Baby, you gotta let him get some rest before practice. Can’t be sexing a man up all night and expect him to do good work in the morning.”

Elle never needed me to defend her. She gave Ray a bit of attitude. “Don’t hate on my man for