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Cane felt a laugh form deep in his belly. Satisfaction, that is what he felt. She had his jersey. The smile on his face made his cheeks ache. That douche at dinner wasn’t her type. Cane was. This was confirmation. Everything she said was full of nonsense. He never bought it.
“Put it on.”
Alex’s cheeks burned red. She shook her head vigorously. “No, I don’t even know why I have that. I mean, I was about to give it to goodwill. Yeah. I was clearing out my closet.”
“You were going to give my jersey and your vibrator to charity? Good story, sweetheart. I can see why you’re a writer.”
Alex tried to pull the shirt from his grip but Cane wasn’t letting this one go. Suddenly his only desire in the world was to see her in his jersey, his name across her back, claiming her. “Put it on.” He lowered his voice as he pressed his mouth against her cheek. “I want you to wear it while I fuck you.”
Alex licked her lips and wordlessly complied. She tossed her shirt at the bottom of the bed. Fuck she was hot, glasses on, her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, plain white cotton underwear. Nothing fancy, just Alex, sexy as fuck, Alex. God, he wanted her. He wanted to admire her body the way she had just admired his but he had asked her to put on his jersey and she was. Next time she would be naked. In the shower, he wanted her in the shower so he could stare at her naked breasts and work soap over her nipples until she moaned. God, he loved the sounds she made. When would he stop thinking about the next time they were going to have sex? When would he get enough? Not tonight. There were not enough hours left.
“Light is staying on,” Cane warned.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Alex’s mouth puckered into a sultry smile. “I want to check out the goods, Corn Fed. You don’t go to the gallery and then close your eyes.”
“Turn around. I want to see my name on your back.”
Alex threw her head back and laughed. “Your ego is as big as your dick.” She bent over and tugged off her panties.
“Not quite.”
Alex turned around then glanced back over her shoulder. “Want to take me from behind. Then you can look at your name the whole time. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
The thought sent blood rushing to his cock. He didn’t think he could get any harder but he was wrong. The thought of his name on her back turned him on more than he could have imagined, but not for the reason she thought. It had nothing to do with vanity. It was more primal than that. It was marking her, staking his claim. He wanted his name on her body. He wanted to be connected to her for more than a quickie or some over infatuated flirtatious bathroom moment.
This wasn’t him, not who he was. Cane moved on as soon as he came, but not with Alex. Why? Objectively, she wasn’t the most beautiful woman he had been with, but he would floor any man who dared to say that to him.
“What do you say, Corn Fed? Want me on all fours?”
Hell yeah, he did. He wanted her from behind and on top and in the shower and on the couch while they watched highlights from the game. He was going crazy. Straight up insane. This was not normal. His reaction to her wasn’t right.
Cane grabbed Alex and pulled her hard against his chest. He lifted her off the floor, her legs tangled behind him. And then he kissed her. Her mouth was soft and yielding, parting for him as he coaxed her lips open with his tongue. All thoughts faded from his mind, his desire singular: to be in her, with her, lose himself in her. This is what a kiss should be like. He could kiss her all night and still want more. There was something about Alex that was like an intoxication he never thought could consume him. He was not the one-woman kind of guy. He was a perineal bachelor. He was the guy that no one could nail down. He was the nailer and bailer. Always on the prowl never locked in. Never a commitment.
Cane laid them down on the bed. He needed to be in her. Nothing else mattered. “Condom,” he whispered against her mouth.
“Top drawer.”
Cane opened the top drawers, condoms in every variety, every color and flavor, size and shape. A bolt of jealousy stabbed him in the gut. Mine. His mind roared. Cane wasn’t going to share. Alex belonged to him now. He would be using the rest of those condoms. Nobody else would be touching his woman again.
Cane tore open the packet and rolled the condom over his length.
“Last chance to get me on all fours, Corn Fed.”
Cane smiled. “Not my last chance. Never my last chance. I’ll have you from behind and on top and on bottom. I’m going to have you in ways you haven’t even thought of yet.” He pushed her back and entered her in a long fluid movement enjoying the sensation of her pussy stretching taut against him.
Alex closed her eyes and sighed. “So much better than a vibrator.” She smiled.
“That’s music to my ears, sweetheart.”
Alex’s eyes flew open. “Stop calling me, sweetheart.”
“No!” Cane thrust hard into her, pinning her to the bed. “Nope, that’s not going to happen, sweetheart.”
Alex opened her mouth to object but he silenced her with a kiss. She groaned an objection, but when his hand slid between them and found her clit the sound morphed into a needy moan. She was so responsive, everything he did, every move he made. Their bodies just fit. The way they moved, the way they thought, everything.
His tongue danced with hers, tasting and exploring. Her nails scratched down his back, grabbing at his ass, forcing him in deeper. She wanted more of him and he would give it to her. If she could take it, he would give it. He thrust into her further, not stopping until he hit the soft barrier of her cervix.
She moaned again into his mouth. She was about to come. He felt it in the spasms around his cock. She was so close now. Over and over, he pounded into her, not holding back. They both needed this. Alex screamed out her orgasm, the words lost in his mouth.
He thrust into her again and then came, only seconds behind her.
Cane rolled them both to their side so he would not crush her. He held her tight against his chest. Her heartbeat hard against his.
“No interceptions that time, Corn Fed.” There was satisfaction in Alex’s voice.
“What’s my name, Alex?” Cane suddenly realized he could not remember her ever saying his name. He liked that she called him Corn Fed, it was meant as an insult but secretly he knew it was an endearment. Cane wanted to hear his name on her lips, the same way he wanted his jersey on her back.
“What? What do you mean? It’s literally written on my back. Should we have done it doggy style to remind you? That’s taking the whole dumb jock thing to a new level but I’m down with it,” she joked.
“I’m serious. Say my name,” he demanded.
Alex’s eyes narrowed. “Clayburn.”
Cane smiled. “No, my first name. Clayburn could be any of my brothers. I’m not down with that. Say my first name. Please tell me you know it. You at least did that much research.”
There was a familiar flash of defiance in her eyes. God, he loved that he could make her do anything with the slightest challenge. “Cane, Corn Fed, White Boy Clayburn.”
Cane smiled then kissed her. “This is nice. I like your apartment. Its handy, close to the stadium.” Cane rolled onto his back. He was telling her he would be back without using the words. She could fight with words, best to not open things up for an argument yet. He was still in the post sex zone. They could have that argument later.
“Thanks. It’s nice, I guess. I’m not ready to buy.” Alex tried to pull away from him but Cane kept her pinned against his chest. “What are you doing?”
“I’m cuddling my girlfriend after sex. It’s a thing apparently.”
Alex pushed against him but Cane’s iron grip meant she did not budge. “Don’t start that biz again. I’m not your girlfriend. Let me up. I want to watch the highlights from the Cowboy’s game.”
Cane kissed the top of her head, ignoring her, she wasn’t going anywhere. And certainly not to watch the Cowboys. “I read that post coital cuddling fosters intimacy. So that’s what we’re doing.”
“Stop pretending you can read. Ahh, I don’t cuddle. Ever.” Alex protested when he pulled her in closer.
“Yeah, me either,” he admitted. This was new for him, too. “But I thought starting with my girlfriend would be the best bet. Apparently, this is the way forward for relationships.”
“Ahh.” Alex groaned. “You’re torturing me. Seriously what is the point of this?”
“I told you. Intimacy, baby.” Cane laughed.
“Do you need a dictionary? That thing we just did was the intimate part. This part is just weird.”
“Shh, you’re ruining cuddle time, Alex. We’re going to have to practice this until you get it right.”
Alex pushed against him with all her might. Her face turned red from the exertion. Finally, she gave up. “You’re such an ass.”
“We’ll start you off slow. Five minutes cuddle time.”
“What? You expect me to lay here saying nothing for five minutes? Are you smoking crack, Corn Fed?”
Cane smiled. “You can talk, you just can’t talk shit and try to get away. Time doesn’t start until you stop squirming.”
“Fine. Start the clock. Five minutes.” Alex laid her head back down in the crook of his arm.
“See, that’s nice, right? I can see why people are into this.” He really could. Cuddling after sex was nice. Who knew? And why had they never told him?
“Don’t push it. It’s tolerable. Kind of like a trip to the dentist. It’s not going to kill me but I’m not going to rush out and make another appointment.”
“So how was your day? Anything exciting happen?” That totally sounded like a boyfriend question. He was in the zone. This was a whole different field for him. But he was focused on being the best. Boyfriend material was never on his scorecard but it was never too late to add to his achievements.
“Well, I went on a date with a chiropractor. Then I came home and had sex with a quarterback. And then he ruined it by forcing me to cuddle. That pretty much sums up the highlights.”
“Awe. I’m a highlight.” Cane kissed her temple. “Look at you getting in the girlfriend zone. You’re a quick study. I think I’ll have you broken in by Christmas. You’ll be wanting your own drawer at my house and I’ll be like, settle down, sweetheart. We only just started dating. And you’ll be like but I want to have all four of your ten-pound babies.”
“You are in the danger zone of ridiculousness. Hold up. You weighed ten pounds at birth?” Alex pushed back against his chest. Her eyes were wide with what most might consider fright.
“Ten-pounds and two-ounces. I was the smallest, but to be fair, I was two weeks early so still a decent enough size, I guess. I think our boys will hit eleven pounds. You look like you come from good sturdy stock.” Cane grabbed her ass. It was the right amount of cushion.
“Ten-pounds! What the hell do they feed you people in Cut and Shoot that your women have ten-pound babies? That is insane. Like some mutant breed. Normal humans don’t come out that big.”
“You did do research. You know my hometown. Not just a pretty face. Did you figure out the other part of the story you got wrong, yet?” He scanned her face for any signs of recognition. Of any reporter he thought she would have known.
“I looked at the reels again. I was spot on.”
“Sweetheart, no need to watch videos of me. I will give you a show any time you want.”
“Tell me. What did I get wrong?”
“Nope.”
“Please. You’re killing me.”
“Absolute score. I love when you beg. I will be making you do that later.”
Alex groaned just as the timer on the stopwatch went off.
“Times up. How awesome are we at this couple thing? Next round we go for six minutes. And then we’ll work up to spooning. That’s a thing, too.” He kissed her head before she could pull away.
Alex picked up a pillow and hit him. “We are not spooning. Ever. You are never sleeping over. I don’t do that. I usually only play away games so I can leave right after sex.”
Cane’s eyes narrowed. “You never have sex in your own apartment? That’s kind of weird. Why do you have all those condoms in your drawer?”
“Where else would I keep them? I have a dozen in my purse but I can’t keep them all there. Now that would be weird.”
“You have a lifetime supply. You know they keep making them. You can always buy more later.”
“Ha! Very funny, lifetime supply. No, you’re serious. Oh, Corn Fed. That drawer won’t even last until the playoffs. Right there is why you will never be my boyfriend. You wouldn’t be able to keep up.” Alex stood up. “I’m hungry. I had to skip dessert because the guy I’m hooking up with showed up at the restaurant where I was having a date. Totally awkward.”
“Good thing I brought ice cream.”
“Bluebell?” Alex faced Cane with a look of desire that was different from the bedroom.
“Is there any other kind?”
“Now you’re talking my language. What flavor?”
“Dulce le leche.”
Alex spun around. “That’s my favorite.”
“I know. I told you. One of us is good at research. And it ain’t you.”
Cane took the ice cream from the freezer. “Spoons?”
Alex grabbed two and headed to the couch. She slid her glasses on and reached for a notebook.
“You look sexy in glasses.”
Alex laughed and shook her head. “You look sexy naked. Now shh. I have work to do.”
“Poor you having to watch the Cowboys. Not even if they paid me.”
“Shh, Corn Fed. You just sit there and look pretty. The grownups are working.” Alex stuck her spoon in the carton. “Great research by the way. Who did you call?”
“I’m not revealing my sources.”
“As a journalist, I totally respect that.”
“I knew you would.”
Alex pushed play. Her brows knitted together as she concentrated on the screen, as she scribbled down notes. A few times she paused to have another spoonful of ice cream or rewind to watch the play again.
“Avoid that guy.” Alex pointed at the paused screen. “He is a dirty player. He’s going to hurt somebody. I mean, more than he has already. Eight fines in four years is crazy. I’m serious. Stop smiling at me, Corn Fed. Your left tackle is letting you down. Work on that. I mean it. Tell him. He’s supposed to have your bind side. He doesn’t, so God only knows what they are paying him for.”
“Awe, look at you being a concerned girlfriend. And you know what you’re talking about. You understand football. Fuck, that is sexy. I’m going to need to fuck you again. You’re too much.”
Alex laughed. “I’m working!”
“I know, sweetheart. You keep watching TV. The grownups have work to do right here.” Cane set the ice cream down on the coffee table. Alex was still in his jersey without any panties.
Cane slid to the floor in front of her.
“Cane, I’m serious. I have to get this done.”
She said his name. Progress. “Keep working. I wouldn’t dream of stopping you. They lost just so you know. Just like they will lose when we play them.”
“Only if you sort out your blindside.”
“Right there is why I can’t keep my hands off you. Or my mouth.” Cane spread her legs apart. He lowered his head between her thighs. “I’ve been thinking about this since the day in your office. The way you taste. God, you have a nice pussy. Has anyone ever told you that? Cause you do. So nice.” Cane’s tongue glided across the seam of her body, through her dark curls to the soft pink flesh.
Alex sucked in a sharp breath. Cane spread her legs wider so he could admire her, all of her. There was no shyness, she did not struggle or ask him to stop. Fuck she was sexy. She knew what she wanted and went after it. He appreciated that. He would just have to make sure it was always him that she wanted. Good thing he was up to that challenge.
He lowered his head again. His tongue found her clit. He sucked on the swollen nub. His tongue circled her, small loops at first then licks that went all the way down to the entrance of her body. He slid his tongue into her, where his cock had just been. Her hips jerked up but his hands kept her firmly in place. There was no getting away from this, from him. In and out, Cane stroked until Alex’s breath was coming in small pants.
“Oh, God! Yes.” She moaned.
Cane’s mouth went higher, back to her clit. He flicked it with the pointed tip of his tongue, teasing her. Alex laced her hands through his hair and pushed his head harder into her. He could stop moving entirely and Alex would come by rubbing her pussy on his face, but he wasn’t going to stop. Cane was going to make her come. He sucked again.
“Oh fuck...oh my god. Right there. Don’t you dare stop.”
Cane had no intention of stopping until she came hard against his tongue.
Alex’s hips bucked as she cried out as her orgasm washed over her. Cane kept licking until the last tremor faded and then he kissed the inside of her thigh. “Enjoy the rest of your night, sweetheart. No more dates with other guys. I don’t share.”
Cane picked up his keys and headed for the door. “Next time we’re at my house. Pack a bag cause you’re staying over so we can work on spooning. Night.”