Don't Promise (Don't 3)

She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me toward her like a vise grip.

I sank into her, bowing her off the bed. I pinned her wrists over her head and pumped in and out of her. The sweat pooled between us, our bodies slick with sex and heat. This ti

me I didn’t let up until she screamed my name.

I growled, biting at her. “Say it,” I commanded. “What do you want from me, Alexa?”

Her head rolled back. “Fuck me harder. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

The words triggered something primal in me. I thrust deep inside her as I felt my release rise to the surface. It catapulted through me with wicked force, ripping through my legs. Tearing through my body until I was so deep in her, I owned her. She was mine. Every inch of her beautiful skin. Her gorgeous breasts. The heat between her legs. It was all mine.

“Oh, God, Luke. Don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” I promised, pushing her knees wide so I could hit against her inner walls.

She screamed out, as her orgasm wracked her body with shakes and vibrations so intense I felt it wrap around my cock.

“Fuck,” I roared, slamming into her as my release coiled from my spine and fired through my body. She pulled me under, spiraling us into an orbit of pure sin I’d never felt so fucking intensely before.

I kissed between her breasts and then collapsed on top of her in a heap of useless muscle.

I felt her fingers trace the lines on my back. But soon I was asleep, never having felt so fucking satisfied in all my life.

I rolled over. The covers were flat. “Alexa?” I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. It was still early. There was barely any sunlight outside.

I checked the bathroom. Her piles of clothes were gone. The boots were missing.

“Alexa?” I walked down the hall, then looked up at the clock in the kitchen. “Fuck.”

It was six-thirty. She had left half an hour ago and I had slept through it.

I walked back to my room and fell onto the bed. The pillow smelled like her. The sheet, the comforter. My whole damn room smelled like Alexa Wilde had been here.

I rolled on my back, trying to make myself go back to sleep, but I knew it wasn’t going to happen. Last night was imprinted on my bed. It was in my pores.

My phone was on the nightstand. I picked it up to send her a text.

Good morning

I waited for her to text back. I stared at the screen, cursing myself for giving a shit. It wasn’t as if last night was different than any other one-night stand. I’d had plenty of beautiful women. But the longer I stared at my phone, the reality started to sink in that last night didn’t feel like those other times. Alexa was different. Taking her to bed was different. We shared something. And I never shared.

Didn’t want to wake you up

I grinned when I saw my phone light up. I sure as hell didn’t want to admit I felt a sense of relief in my chest.

When do you leave Austin?

What the fuck was I doing? Was I asking her out? I didn’t know. I had a meeting this morning. I had practice this afternoon. With my luck, my new Warriors’ PR parole officer would assign some kind of high-profile community service for me, parading me around town promoting the team’s good name.

This afternoon

And then I realized I didn’t give a shit what Charlie or Coach had planned for me today. I was Luke Canton. I did what the fuck I wanted.

Drinks before you go?

I sat on the edge of the bed. I put it out there. She could say no and that would be the end of it. I’d erase her number from my phone and never speak to her again. Or she could say yes, and I’d do something I’d never done before.

Yes, I’ll call you when I get my first break. I’m at the hospital all morning.