Turn Over

But I didn’t want that.

“Maybe I’ll see you out there.”

I knew I wasn’t going to a bar. I wasn’t going to hook up. I wasn’t taking a stranger home. There was only one person I wanted to spend tonight with.

“I’ll text you,” James offered.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

I didn’t care that my body was sore and bruised. I didn’t care tomorrow was a rest day. It had been four days since I had seen Alexa and that was four days too long.

I grabbed my bag and walked out of the tunnel. I had press to do, but as soon as I was done I was headed to the airport.

It was dark by the time I pulled into the windy driveway. I looked around expecting to see a guard gate, but I had to remind myself this was Nashville. I was in the country. Not everyone had the kind of access I did to tracking down Alexa’s address.

I hoped she at least had a security system. She needed to be careful. There were crazy fans out there. People who could show up here. I needed to talk to her about adding some level of security.

I climbed the wide steps, noticing the swing on the wraparound porch. I pushed the button for the doorbell. Small flames flickered in gaslight lamps on the porch. The place had the right amount of charm, but I could definitely tell a woman lived here. I’d never have a swing or copper lamps.

The door cracked slightly and then I heard a squeal before it opened wide.

“What are you doing here?”

I picked her up in my arms. “Surprise visit.”

My mouth covered hers in hungry pursuit of her lips. I growled, sucking them and holding her close to my body. Her lips parted as my tongue twisted along hers with dominate strokes.

Her legs wrapped around my waist and I pressed her into the closest wall, grinding into her.

“Oh God, this is the best surprise,” she whispered between kisses.

“I thought so.” I dipped to the V at the base of her throat.

She was wearing cutoff shorts that rode up the curves of her ass. My fingers dug into her skin.

“I can’t believe you’re here. I just saw you on TV.”

“You watched the game?”

She nodded. “All the way to the end,” she moaned when my teeth took her earlobe with a rough nip. “And that turn over …,” she moaned.

“Keep talking football to me, baby.”

“The touchdowns. I loved the touchdowns.”

“Fuck, say touchdown again.”

“Touchdown.” Her voice was laced with raspy seduction.

Too fucking hot.

“I was happy you won.”

“Me too.”

I had to get her out of these clothes. I had to feel her. Taste her. Touch her. Fuck her senseless. My cock hardened. I wanted to be inside this girl more than I’d wanted anything.

“Do you want me to guess where your bed is?” I asked, squeezing her bottom urgently. “Or should I fuck you here?”