Second Chance: A Military Football Romance

"You're so corrupt."

"I am, but you're thinking about me laying here naked, working myself into a frenzy over you, aren't you?" I licked at my lips as pleasure pulsed through me.

"You know it. Don't be late." She dropped the call, and I rolled over, taking myself back in my hand and doing just as I promised I would: working myself into a frenzy over her.

*

"You smell good." She pressed her shoulder to mine as we walked toward town.

"You look good." I licked at my lips. "Can you believe just a few days ago you wanted to string me up as the town whore? Me. Me!"

She rolled her eyes and slid her hands into her shorts pockets as she turned to face me at the stop sign. "You're still the town whore, and I still want to string you up."

"Tie me up? Wow. This conversation took a fantastic turn." I wagged my eyebrows at her and reached over, pulling at her wrist before taking her hand and walking across the street toward the beach. "Does a taco stand sound okay?"

"What's up with you and Mexican food?" She glanced over at me, and the sunlight played through her chestnut locks. Beautiful wasn't strong enough of a word to describe her.

"I'm full-blooded Mexican. Hello? How do you not know this?" I tugged her hand and nodded toward the water. "The best stand is right over here. They have this mango salsa that will make you want to slap your mother."

"What if I already want to slap her?" Cora turned toward the water, keeping me from getting a chance to read her expression.

"Then, this will only enhance it?" I chuckled and released her hand to wrap my arm around her shoulders. "You really think I'm a whore, still?"

"Are you?" She slid her arm around my lower back, surprising me a little. The girl was wishy-washy hot and cold with me. Where it should have been aggravating, it wasn't. It was almost entertaining.

"Nope. I just like women. I love hearing them moan." I shrugged. "There's power in bringing someone pleasure."

"And, what about your own pleasure?" She moved up to stand in line, but turned to face me. "Isn't that what you're really after?"

No way in hell I was spilling my issues to her. She'd never understand and would likely make fun of me. Even thinking about her teasing me over my lack of contentment in the bedroom made my stomach sick.

"There is that, too, but no... I think it's about acceptance, right? We all want to be accepted. I'm no different." I stepped toward her and reached out, turning her with a tight grip on her hips. "Check out the menu and figure out what we're sharing."

She glanced over her shoulder. "Are you really sharing with me? A big guy like you?"

"Big? Are you calling me fat?" I pressed my chest to her back and took the risk of sliding a hand around to her stomach.

"Yep. You should get the skinny tacos." She turned her face a little and took a short breath. "You're going to ruin me, aren't you?"

"Ruin you? Never. I plan on trying to make you better. You're awfully shy, though. We should bring you out of your shell." I nipped at her lips before releasing her and moving up beside her. My whole body was on fire for a long afternoon in the bed with her lips pressed to my skin, her cries filling up my ears.

She popped me in the chest and turned to order a taco plate from the attendant, leaving me with the opportunity to study her. I pursed my lips and took a subtle step back as she took care of getting lunch. Her white tank top sat against her tanned shoulders and left me wanting to run my fingertips over the pretty spray of freckles that covered her.

"You want anything else?" She looked over at me, looking far more innocent than she had up to that point.

"Just you." I licked at my lips as her eyes widened.

"Stop it." She turned back to the guy and handed him a card. I realized then that she was trying to pay for our lunch.

"No. I have my wallet.”

"I got it." She turned to face me. "It's the twenty-first century. I'm good paying. You bought dinner the other night."

"Yeah, and I fucked up the evening royally." I brushed my hand over the small of her back.

"Then, make it up to me." She smiled and turned back to the taco cart, grabbing the plate.

I picked up a few napkins and took our drink from her as we walked toward the sand. "And, what would the lady like for me to do to make it up to her?"