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Cane took in a ragged breath. A scowl furrowed his brow. Alex had every intention of leaving him hard at the table knowing full well he could not get up with a massive erection. Little did she know, Cane never backed down from a challenge. He pushed his cock hard against his thigh and zipped his pants. Not the most comfortable, but worth it.
Cane pushed back from the table. He avoided eye contact with everyone as he crossed the crowded restaurant. Now was not the time to be stopped for an autograph. He caught up with Alex before she reached the restroom. He scooped her up in his arm and carried her into the accessible stall.
Her eyes widened in surprise, but in her hands was the foil packet of a condom. “I knew you wouldn’t keep me waiting, Corn Fed.”
He groaned internally. God she was hot. And prepared. Lucky for him, because he didn’t have any condoms on him. In his house he had enough to stock a pharmacy. He always played safe. Always.
Cane sat her down and locked the door. This was not going to be his best performance. He was already ready to come. He was close before, but seeing Alex with the condom almost pushed him over the edge. There was nothing shy or coy about the woman’s approach to sexuality. She fully embraced it, no apologies. Damn that was hot. It was so different from anyone he had ever even tried to conquer. He glanced down at her nipples, straining hard against the sheer material of her top. He needed to taste them. Cane pulled on the thin fabric. He couldn’t reach her nipple because of her bra so he kissed her breasts as his fingers worked the peak through the layers of material.
“Shoot, I forgot my stopwatch,” Alex said.
“I don’t think we’d even have time to set it.” Cane pulled her skirt up around her hips. He ran his hand over the curve of her ass.
“Ten-yard penalty if you can’t make me come. Can you get it in the end zone, Corn Fed? Everyone is speculating about your performance on the field. But the real question is can you deliver the goods here.” There was a challenge in her eyes.
He had to smile. Cane was cocky, he knew it, but Alex matched him on every level. “Sweetheart, you already know I can make you come.” He tore open the packet and rolled the condom over his cock. He turned Alex around to face the mirror and reached between them and gently rubbed her tight opening. “Damn woman you are wet. Good, you’ll be able to take all of me cause I ain’t holding back.”
“Bring it.”
He wanted to tear the condom off and fuck her wet pussy with nothing in-between them. He wanted to feel her heat directly on his cock, no barriers. It was insane. He never had sex without protection. But a first date in a public bathroom was not the place to start. In an instant he thrust into her before he could do something crazy like pull off the condom and take her.
The mirror reflected her breasts bouncing through her blouse as he slammed harder into her. There was nothing more erotic than the visual of her eyes widen as he filled her. She took in a sharp breath of air. He did not give her any time to adjust to his size; there was no holding back. Next time he would be slow. Next time. Hell yeah, there would be a next time. He didn’t anticipate getting this woman out of his system for a good long time. How could he? This was not the woman he would put on his roster. She was not roster material.
Cane reached around and stroked her clit as he pounded into her, each thrust harder than the last, until he had lifted her up from the floor. “Oh yes,” she cooed. Her head fell back against his chest. Her cheeks were red and her lips were swollen like he had kissed her. Fuck she was hot. How had he not noticed this before, in the locker room when she interviewed him? Was he fucking blind? The woman was sexy as hell. He couldn’t hold back much longer. She was too tight...too hot. With a guttural growl Cane reached his climax He continued to stroke her until her pussy clenched around his cock as she came seconds after him.
His cock was exquisitely sensitive. Even through the condom he could feel each tremor. Next time no condom. He was going to feel her properly. Cane held her off the floor, waiting for her breathing to return to normal. He was never one to cuddle after sex but he wasn’t ready to let her go, she felt too good in his arms, like her body was made for him.
Cane leaned down and kissed her hair. “I’m going to like having you as a girlfriend.” He said it just to annoy her but the idea of it had its appeal. Sex on tap with a woman he found hot as hell. He got it now, why some of his friends and his older brother had forgone strange. There was something to knowing the sex was always going to be great. And with Alex, it was always going to be phenomenal. This wasn’t a thought. It was fact.
Alex’s head whipped round. “Do you need your ears checked too, Corn Fed? I thought it was just your shoulder that was letting you down. I don’t date football players. Ever.”
Cane smiled “Your argument would hold so much more water if my cock wasn’t still hard inside you.”
Suddenly Alex seemed aware of the situation. She squirmed trying to separate their bodies, but Cane held her off the ground impaled on him.
“You got skills. I will admit it. But I don’t want a football player. I want someone good out of the bedroom, too. I want someone that can match my other skill sets and not let me down.”
His mouth dropped open but he quickly rectified it. His cock was literally still hard in her pussy and she was insulting him. With a mumbled curse he pulled out of her. He yanked the condom off and wiped his dick clean. “Well, glad you enjoy my fucking.” There was sassy and there was bitchy. Alex had moved into the second category. She thought he was stupid and used every opportunity to tell him. Not cool. Or true, but he had no intention of defending himself to her.
Cane didn’t wait to make sure Alex was ready for him to open the door. He tossed the condom in the trash and went back to the table. Their food had already arrived. He sat down and tore into the prime rib. At least the meal would be a satisfying experience.
A few minutes later Alex returned. “Ooh nice. They remembered the extra sauce. I do really like it.” She smiled up at him as if nothing had happened. She chewed her chicken and let out a contented sigh. “So good,” she said after she swallowed. “I haven’t been here in ages.” Her eyes glanced to the side like she was thinking. “Oh, that’s right. I was here with the cardiologist from Texas Children’s hospital. He was vegan. Why would a vegan bring his date to a steakhouse? Yeah, that was never going to end well.”
Unbelievable. Alex was telling him about another date. If she told him about the sex he was going to need to get up and punch a wall. Why did he care? He didn’t. She liked smart professional guys. He liked tall blonds. Everyone had a type. And he wasn’t hers, apparently.
“Creamed spinach. Oh, my favorite.” Alex took a forkful off his plate without asking. “Mmm...you can taste the nutmeg. So good. Taste it, Corn Fed. I know you’re probably not a fan of green things, but oh my god, this is a party in my mouth.”
Cane smiled despite his mood. She enjoyed her food with the same passion she enjoyed her sex. Against all normal roster choices, she was hot. Damn it. Why did she have to be hot and such a bitch? She wasn’t hot when he’d first met her, just a bitch. He liked that way better. He didn’t want to have sex with that Alex. That Alex was wholesome and slightly frumpy.
“Taste the spinach with the mashed potatoes. Those two need to get married and have little vegetable babies. Or skip the marriage and just have delicious culinary bastards. Either way you need to try it.” Alex held the fork to his lips. He paused for a second before he took the bite. “Right? So good.” Alex smiled.
“Yeah, it’s good,” he admitted.
“Admit it, Corn Fed. I just took your green vegetable cherry, didn’t I? And it was good.”
Cane shook his head and smiled. “Nope not my first. My sister-in-law Cheyenne is vegan. I only eat green things when she cooks.”
The space between Alex’s eyes furrowed. “A vegan called Cheyenne? Sounds like she is trying to be Cheyenne Ford.”
“Not trying, she is Cheyenne Ford. Or she was until she married my brother Colt. She is Cheyenne Clayburn now.”
“Shut the front door. Your brother is married to Country’s Darling? She has sold like a billion records just this year.”
“Yep, that’s Cheyenne. Try listening to the album knowing every song is written about your brother. God only knows what they get up to with spurs. Have you heard that song?”
“Heard it? I love it! It is my shower jam.”
“I’d love to hear that.” Cane laughed.
Alex shook her head. “No, Corn Fed. I don’t sing for anybody. Trust me, you would thank me for sparing you from that. How did I not know Cheyenne Ford was your sister-in-law?”
“Because you do a piss poor job at research.” Cane smeared horseradish on his prime rib.
The color returned to Alex’s cheeks. He had found her Achilles Heel. She hated to have her work questioned. Duly noted.
“You keep saying that. What did I get wrong in the article?”
He shook his head. “Nope. You lost the right to have me fact check two bullshit articles ago.”
“Everything I said was factually correct. I spent all day watching your highlights. I got it right.”
“All day, huh? I knew you were into me. Sweetheart, you should have just asked me out. I might have said yes. No guarantees but it would have been a hell of a lot easier than all of this.”
“Hmm.” Alex took another bite of spinach from his plate.
“Now if this were a date, I would happily answer any of your questions. Cause that’s just manners.”
“Good idea. I will ask one of your ex-girlfriends. Thank you.” Alex finished off his spinach. When the waiter came back Cane was going to order her more so he could hear her make the little contented sigh after every bite.
“My last steady girlfriend was when I was fourteen, lasted six glorious weeks. She let me touch her boobs. Ah, Lilly. I wonder what she is doing these days.”
Alex shook her head. “Shut it, Clayburn. You have more exes than there are constellations in this galaxy. So, stop pretending to be virtuous.”
“Sweetheart, I wouldn’t even know how to pretend to be virtuous. Were you not the one I was screwing in the bathroom ten minutes ago? No virtue here, guaranteed. Yeah, I screw a lot of women but none of them were girlfriends. None of them can tell you anything you wouldn’t find in your highlights reel.” He took a sip of water. “No actually wait, some can tell you that I make the best eggs benedict this side of the Mason Dixon. Spend the night tonight, I’ll show you.”
Alex scoffed. “Ha! Are you serious? No long-term girlfriends. Arg, I wish I had that factoid for the article. Next one.”
“You can’t write another article about me. It’s getting a bit desperate. Everyone knows you want me. Have some self-respect,” he teased.
“Self-respect. Ha! Says the man who has a sex life that would make Caligula blush.”
“Had. I’m a new man. Turned over a new leaf, sweetheart. Only sleeping with my girlfriend until further notice.” He winked at her over his glass. The comment got just the reaction he’d hoped for; her cheeks went a darker shade of red.
“Because I have self-respect, I would never be your girlfriend.”
“Doth protest too much. Should we edit this part out of the story too, when we tell the grandkids? Lord, we are going to have to do a heavy edit on our official story. No making you come on your desk before the date. No sex in the bathroom during the first date—”
“This is not a date,” she interrupted.
“Really? What is it? We had sex and I took you to dinner. This is a date. Not the best I’ve been on. But not the worst.” He smiled.
“This is me eating because I’m hungry. The sex was me screwing because I was horny. It is really quite simple. Should I write it down so you can reference it or maybe include illustrations because you’re not much of a reader?”
“Illustrations please. Those are some pictures I would like to see. Though to be fair, the image of you coming while I fucked you against the sink, is burned in here.” Cane tapped his head. “Thank you for that. I will be using that to get off for the foreseeable future. Good stuff. Shower time just got fun again.”
Alex laughed. “You’re ridiculous. You know that, right?”
“And that is your type, apparently. Bet you didn’t know that. Feel free to think about me when you get off. We both know you will.”
“So cocky.” Alex shook her head and laughed.
“And yet you did not deny it.”
Alex gave him a hard stare. “You want to know if I will think about you next time I masturbate? Yeah, probably. There is a ninety percent chance I will unless I hear Luke Bryan on the radio first, then it will be him, but otherwise it’s all you, Corn Fed. But here is the thing. Yeah, you can get me off. But would I ever take you home to meet my dad? Or call you to have a deep and meaningful conversation? Or trust you not to screw around the moment you catch the scent of another women? No. The answer to all those questions is no, in case you’re not connecting the dots. You are not boyfriend material. You are give-me-great-orgasms-that-I-can-think-about-later material.”
“Because I’m a football player?” he asked indignantly. “You know that is just my job, that’s not actually who I am.”
“I know who you are. You are a player, on and off the field.”
“Wow, you really hate football players.”
Alex shook her head. “I don’t hate anybody. Well, other than my next-door neighbor because he plays Christian Rock while he has sex and I should not have to listen to that through the wall. That is some crazy shiz. But no, Corn Fed, I don’t hate you. As for football. I love it, hence my job. I’m not crazy about the players, but I love the game.”
Cane stopped to consider her words. He ran a hand through his hair. For once he had no idea what to say. She was effectively shutting him down. She wanted nothing to do with him. Okay. Well, that was his pride taking a direct hit. What was he doing here? He shook his head. No wait, it didn’t make sense. “What about that picture on your desk? You are surrounded by the OU team and you look pretty happy about it.”
Her face changed, slightly taken aback. “You saw that? That’s my dad. He is the head coach at OU. That’s why I’m smiling in the picture. I am hanging out with my dad.”
“Your dad is the head coach at OU? So, did one of the players break your heart when you were in college? Is that where this no player policy came from?”
“Nope. I didn’t go to Oklahoma. And my dad would have benched any player who looked at me.”
“What? You didn’t go to OU? I thought that is where the article came from. A rival school thing.”
Alex’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “I went to UT. Same as you, Corn Fed. We were there at the same time.”
It was Cane’s turn to be confused. “You went to UT?”
“Yep.” She rolled her eyes and sighed. “I bleed orange.”
No, she was kidding. He would remember her. Surely a woman like Alex would have made some sort of impression if they’d crossed paths. He dismissed the thought; it was a big school.
“So, what kind of guys do you bring home to meet your dad?”
She let out a stream of air. “I’ll let you know when I bring one home.”
“What? After giving me a hard time about being a man-whore, you have never had a serious relationship? Hello pot, I’m the big dicked kettle.”
Alex smiled. “You’re very proud of that big dick, aren’t you?”
“I am, now continue telling me what a hypocrite you are.”
“I’m not a hypocrite. I’ve had plenty of boyfriends just none that I brought home to meet my dad.”
“Why?” he asked. “Are you not close? Is that it?”
Alex thought about it for a minute. “No. My dad and I are very close...in our own way. He raised me alone and he did a fairly great job, right?” She tried to smile but it did not reach her eyes. “No, we are close, as close as we can be. My dad isn’t really a demonstrative person. I know he loves me. I hope he is proud of me. But he doesn’t tell me either of those things.” Alex shrugged her shoulders, clearly uncomfortable with the direction the conversation had taken. “I mean, we talk most days. It’s just us. I don’t have any siblings. So, we are close.”
“What do you talk about?” Cane wasn’t going to let it go. Not demonstrative, from the woman who high fives after sex. The man must be cold.
“What?”
“What do you talk about?” he repeated.
“You know normal stuff. Sports, hunting, sometimes politics. Usual stuff.”
“Ah, I see. Normal guy stuff.”
“Yeah... no...wait. Normal stuff. Period.”
“Don’t have to explain it to me, sweetheart. I get it.”
Alex stared at him like she was debating asking him what he meant. Finally, her curiosity got the best of her and she did. Cane liked that about her. He could bend her to his will by daring her or appealing to her curiosity. He would definitely be using those things to his advantage. “What is it you think you know?”
“You’re the son he always wanted. You’re a sports reporter. You go hunting with him. Even your name.”
Alex gave him a dubious look. “No, I think my dad would have been worse with a son, actually. He just shut down after my mom died. He was so in love with her. He still is. He can’t even talk about her. It’s too much emotion for him so he shuts those conversations down.”
“What was she like? Your mom?”
“Um...nothing like me, apparently. She was blond, big blue eyes. She was a cheerleader, Dallas Cowboys. That’s how they met, when my dad was playing. Why are you smiling? Please don’t tell me you think my mom sounds hot.”
Cane wasn’t even aware he was smiling. He just felt like smiling around her. Despite her, actually. She was caustic but strangely engaging. “Nope not thinking about your mom being hot, I was thinking that two of our kids would probably be blond and blue eyed like me and the others would have dark hair like you. Same in my family, two blonds and two have black hair.”
The comment was designed to rile her which it did. Her face contorted in disgust.
“Dear lord, that sounds like a fate worse than death. Four children. No, just no.”
He wasn’t expecting such a strong reaction to the mention of children. “You don’t want kids?”
“Oh god, no. And kids don’t want me. I can’t even keep houseplants alive. You’re looking at me like I sprouted another head. You want kids, don’t you?”
Cane nodded. “Yep, four.”
“Well good luck finding someone to breed with. Make sure she is big. Birthing your babies is not going to be easy. God, I feel sorry for that poor woman already.” Alex shuddered.
“I will remind you of that when you’re in labor with Katrina. We’re naming our daughter after my mom. Hope that is okay. The second one can be named after your mom. What was her name?” Alex’s cheeks were now the same shade as the wine at the next table. Teasing her would never get old. Between that and sex, Cane would always be entertained with her.
“Her name was Sandra and I would never name a child after her.” Alex’s eyes went dark. She glanced at the door like she wanted to run away. “Wow, I should have ordered wine. This conversation just got a bit too deep. My mom killed herself when I was six weeks old. She had postpartum depression. So, I definitely would not be naming a child after her.”
“I’m sorry. Is that why you don’t want to have children?”
Alex took a deep breath. “What are you doing to me, Corn Fed? I never talk about my mom.”
Cane shrugged. “It’s my skill. I can get anybody to spill their secrets. And I can make you come in less than sixty seconds. So, there is that, too.”
Alex laughed. “No, the timer went off. You were in overtime with that one.”
“True. I’ll do better next time.”
“Ha! There won’t be a next time. Nice try, though.”
“Oh, there will be a next time. And a next. Though sometimes I will make you wait for it. Beg actually. That can be fun, too. Dessert?”
“You are so cocky. You know that, right, and yes on dessert. Always yes on dessert. The cheesecake here is amazing.”
“Did you order it when you were here with the vegan?” He couldn’t resist asking, why he cared was beyond him.
“Hmm...was it with him? Um...no. Now I remember. It was with the pilot.”
“You date a lot,” Cane said, surprised by his jealousy. Cane wasn’t jealous. Cane was Mr. Laidback. Never staked his claim, never jealous.
“You screw a lot. Are we stating random facts? Ooh, my turn again. You have massive hands. Like obscenely big. Ooh, ooh. I got another: Far too many of your passes go to running backs. You’re very predictable, Corn Fed. Oh, and you struggle on the drop back. Want me to keep going?”
“No, you’re okay.”
She wagged her finger. “See. I told you I do my research. I know all about you.”
The waiter came over. “How was everything?”
“Great, thank you,” Alex replied with a smile.
“Would you like to order coffee or dessert?”
“I’ll have the peanut butter cheesecake. Thank you.”
The waiter turned to Cane. “And for you, sir?”
“No thanks, I’m good.”
Alex shook her head. “Don’t say that and then try to share with me. The last guy who tried that got a fork in his hand. I don’t want Texan fans blaming me when you fumble. You got that covered on your own.” She smiled demurely, pretending to be sweet when they both knew she was anything but.
God, he wanted to kiss her and then take her back in the bathroom for another round. And then talk to her. He wanted to talk to a woman, not just screw her. He had heard of this phenomenon, though he had never experienced it firsthand.
Cane grabbed her phone off the table.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m giving you my number.”
“I didn’t ask for your number.”
“Consider it a gift.”
Alex shook her head. “Does this cocky thing work for you usually?”
“I do okay.”
“I bet you do, Corn Fed.”
The waiter returned with Alex’s cheesecake. Alex sighed when she took the first bite. She took a forkful and held it up to his lips. “You really need to try this. It’s right up there with orgasms on my list of favorite things. Oh, and coffee. I can’t forget coffee.”
“Nice,” Cane agreed after he swallowed. “Which is your favorite? You can only have one of those things for the rest of your life.”
“Ooh, that is hard.” Alex took another bite of cheesecake as she thought. “My first thought would be coffee. I mean, I need that every morning to start the day. But once I went cold turkey, I would be fine after a week or two. But I would be jonesing for cheesecake and orgasms forever.”
“So, which would you pick?”
Alex shook her head. “Nope. I can’t choose. That is like me asking which of your six children is your favorite?”
“Four. We’re having four children,” he reminded her.
“Oh god, no. Stop saying that. You will put me off my cheesecake.”
“God forbid. We can discuss our family after dessert.”
“I would rather discuss your inability to identify a blitz. I’m full. Here, you have the last bite. This cheesecake is too good not to eat.”
Cane finished her dessert as Alex sat back in her seat.
“Come home with me.” Cane wanted to make love to her properly and talk. He actually wanted to speak to her, know her opinion on things. And he wanted to make her breakfast, see her in his jersey with nothing else on.
Alex sighed as she opened her purse and pulled out a wad of cash and laid it on the table.
“What are you doing? I’m paying for dinner,” Cane said.
“No, you’re not. This isn’t a date. I really don’t date football players, Corn Fed. No exceptions. Thanks for the sex. Your game is even better off the pitch. See you on the field.”
Alex left without looking back.
As she walked away, Cane felt deflated, like someone had taken away something he didn’t know he wanted.
Damn. What was that? He could only shake his head. He ignored the cash on the table and paid with his card. As Cane signed his name on the receipt he noticed a silver packet underneath the green bills. That couldn’t have been a mistake. Cane put the condom in his pocket and ran his hand through his hair. Obviously, this was an invitation. Being able to read a play on the field was what made him one of the best quarterbacks in the league. This was junior varsity level material but he was game.