Keeper (Alpha Athletes 2)

I hovered over top of her. “What?”

“I want to do something you’ve never done before.”

I sat back. “What?”

She bit her lip. “I know the whole girlfriend thing is a sham, but I want to do something here. Something you’ve never done with another girl.”

If she was trying to surprise me, it worked. I was speechless.

“Anything?” I grinned.

“Almost anything,” she added.

I had a history with women. There had been more than I could count. And I had done just about everything I’d wanted to do. Women didn’t walk out on me like this one did. But I didn’t want to tell her last night was a first for me. I had to keep my ego intact.

But still, she was opening up a list of possibilities I didn’t know I wanted.

I tried to think of all the ways I could contort us into a position I had never attempted. I imagined her up against the shower wall while I buried myself inside her. I thought about bending her over the end of the bed while I fucked her from behind. It all sounded good. I was harder just thinking about it.

“I want all of it,” I growled.

“What?”

“I’ve never done anything more than once with someone. I want to try all of it with you. Something different every day we’re here.”

“We can’t have sex every day.” She tried to sit forward.

“Why not?” I waggled my eyebrows. The Olympics had just gotten a lot better and hotter.

“Because people don’t do that. Do they?” she asked.

“We do.” I kissed her roughly.

“Oh,” she sighed when I pushed the tip of my cock between her legs.

“You’re so fucking hot, Aspen.” I didn’t know how long I could hold off before I had to thrust inside her. She was already so wet.

Her fingertips trailed over my chest. Her eyes were heavy with lust.

“I want to shag you all morning.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” she tempted.

I slammed inside her, hilting myself to her core.

“Oh, God,” she screamed, gripping my shoulders.

But I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop. I pumped in and out of her. My body taking over with primal need. She felt fucking incredible. Her legs wrapped around my waist and I pushed in before pulling out swiftly. I rocked in and out of her, watching her tits bounce wildly on the bed.

“Fuck, Aspen.” I wanted more. I needed to be deep inside her. I pushed her knees toward her chest and crawled forward on top of her.

“It’s so intense,” she whimpered, while she gyrated toward me. “Fuck me. I want it.”

I wanted to own her. It wasn’t just a stupid joke or a dare. I wanted this woman. I wanted her to be mine in every way. This was the first step in claiming her. Burying myself in her. Filling her with my cock while she clung to me.

Chapter Twelve

Aspen