Kick (Completion Series) (19 page)

He whispered against my lips, “I want your shirt off.”

I sat up and
pulled it over my head. Joel moved to his back and I straddled his hips, resting my ass on his lower belly. Without giving myself time to change my mind, I slid my arms behind me and unsnapped my bra. How I wish I found a front closure bra in my size. Joel kept his eyes on mine until I put my hands beneath my breasts and lifted them an inch. I didn’t know where this side of me was coming from.

His eyes dropped. “I have no idea why you hide these.”

A
relieved giggle escaped me. “Because they would be in the way of everything I did.”

“That I’d like to see. Come here.” He grabbed my arms
, lowered me to his chest, and found my lips again.

I didn’t want his shirt between us
, but this kiss shot heat through my nerve endings and I wasn’t stopping it. Not gentle. Bad boy Joel was back. He grabbed the hair at the nape of my neck, controlling my head so he had better access. The kiss went from hot to carnal. His other hand skimmed over my bare flesh traveling to the side of my breast and slipping between our bodies. I groaned when he pinched my nipple. Joel squeezed just a little harder.

In a sudden move, he flipped me to
my back and jerked his shirt over his head. Shadowed lines defined each muscle. He unbuttoned my pants and pulled them from my legs. His muscles rippled with each move. His pants came off next. I would have laughed as he tumbled slightly sideways with the material half down his legs, but holy hell—his cock sprang free.

Seeing his size caused a
moment of fear. I couldn’t help remembering Van’s painful entry. Joel took my hand and placed it on the silky skin covering his erection. “Stop me if this isn’t what you want.” His eyes were intense pools of murky blue, but his words so gentle.

I grazed my fingers down his length. “I want.” This was Joel
, not his brother.

“Not yet,” he said as he shifted, dislodging my hand so h
e could straddle my hips while palming my breasts. He pressed my nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

Suddenly, from a small receptor in my brain, I realized my glasses were on.

“My glasses,” I said as I reached up to remove them.

“No.” He stopped me. “They magnify your eyes and I want you seeing everything I do to you.”

God. My glasses were my shield from the world and with a few words, Joel broke through the barrier. I had no intention of informing him I was nearsighted and could see him this close with crystal clarity.

I arched slightly
as he added just a bit more pressure to my nipples, contracting them to small, tight buds.

I watched his face—
the determined tilt to his lips pulling at his scar. He was so damned sexy. He released my breasts and placed his hands on either side of my head. His carved arms boxed me in. If I turned my head, I could lick the muscles I so badly wanted to taste. His eyes locked me in place and I couldn’t look away. His body dipped and he took a nipple between his lips, his arms straining as he held himself above me. I skimmed his biceps with my fingers. I was like a blind person understanding braille for the first time. His controlled power caused sparks to fire and travel to my inner thighs. His tongue flicked and the sparks turned to electricity flowing across my skin. His thighs pressed into my hips, the skin hot where we touched. I turned my head slightly wanting to taste his flesh for the first time. He growled and my gaze went back to his. I closed my eyes when he tugged at my nipple with his teeth, extending it from my body. I’d never felt anything like it before. I suddenly needed Joel inside me, but I was too shy to beg. He switched to my other nipple, flicking and biting gently, driving me crazy.

“Please
, Joel.” Shyness be damned. I needed him too badly.

H
e lifted his hips slightly, sliding his cock across my panties. God I was wet. He had to feel it, but I didn’t care. The damp material heated with each slow glide. I couldn’t spread my legs because his were to either side. He rubbed against me as we both watched. My intense need had me arching my ass off the bed trying to add pressure to his slow teasing.

I threw back my head in frustration at h
is rumbling laugh.

He leaned his chest into me.
“I need to grab condoms from my bag before we can go any farther,” he whispered against my ear.

“
Shit, shit, shit,” I grumbled. His low sexy laugh blew against my ear.

“Don’t move.” He pushed up and
moved off of me, taking his heated skin. I only survived because of his amazing backside.

He squatted, unzipped the side of the bag, and pulled out a
box of condoms. He walked back over. Now I could admire the naked front view of his body. I never thought before that a man’s penis was particularly attractive. His cock jutted up to his belly and the muscled V on his abs highlighted the beauty of my new favorite man muscle. I wanted Joel’s cock in my mouth.

He placed one
knee between my legs, removed a condom from the box, and sat it to the side. He took my hands and pulled me so I was sitting on the edge of the bed. My mouth was closer to all the parts I wanted to taste. I licked my lips then gazed up as he groaned deeply.

“I want you coming on my cock. If your sexy mouth gets anywhere near me
I’m in trouble.”

I shook my head. “I don’t care.”

He cupped the sides of my face and bent forward. “I care.” He kissed me before laying me back. He slid his knee from the bed and grabbed the condom. He slid it impatiently over his cock and tore my panties down my legs before wrenching my thighs apart.

“Not fair,” I cried
as he went to his knees and buried his mouth in my pussy. His husky chuckle vibrated against my clit before he sucked it. I grabbed hands full of his hair and pulled him closer. I needed more.

Joel
, the mind reader, gave me my wish as he stroked two fingers into my wet, swollen flesh. His fingers slipped in and out making slick, sexy sounds. At any other time I would have been mortified, but, God, I couldn’t think past what he was doing to me. I pulled his hair, not caring if it hurt. He continued the tempo with his fingers, pushing my thigh wider with his other hand.

A raging ball of fire centered where his mouth touched me. My head whipped back and forth on the bed as my fingers clenched into his scalp. The flames burst igniting my core—scorching from that point up, my belly, my breasts—pulsing waves of intensity that ha
d my body arching off the bed.

The shockwaves didn’t stop
, but in a far corner of my brain I became aware of Joel pulling my fingers from his hair. He came up over me holding my hands above my head and in one long stroke entered me. His chest came down on mine at the same time as his lips hit mine. I never realized my taste was sexy until it combined with his.

Joel
wasn’t gentle. He possessed my body with deep thrusts of his hips. His hands imprisoned mine, his body pushing me deep into the mattress. The last thing I wanted was to escape. My orgasm continued, or a new one began. I had no idea. He released my hands and his fingers grasped my hair holding my head still for his lips as he slid in and out. I grabbed his ass, digging my fingernails in deep. His muscles tensed. His groan traveled up his chest and out making a sound I would never forget. He pumped into me twice more and froze while buried deep inside. I clenched the globes of his ass as hard as I could as my vaginal wall convulsed around him.

I would never be the same.

Our breathing eventually slowed and he nuzzled my ear. “You marked me.”

I groaned in embarrassment.

“Fair’s fair.” He pushed himself up, all the muscles in his arms contracting. He dipped his head to the top of my breast and sucked the skin past his lips.

It actually pinched
, and I couldn’t help the “ahhh” that escaped.

He drew back
, admiring his handiwork. “No one will see, but I’ll know it’s there. When I look at you, your nipples will get hard.”

This cocksure Joel was a surprise.
“You’re horrible,” I laughed, but I also felt his mark deep within me. “Thank you,” I whispered.

His sm
ile quirked slightly. “For what?”

“Forgiving me.”

Now his smile disappeared. “I don’t need to forgive you, because you’ve done nothing wrong.” He stared at me. “Hey, no tears.” He wiped one away and licked it off the tip of his finger.

That was the moment I fel
l in love with Joel Stelson.

Joel
tossed me his shirt, which reached my knees when I put it on. He said he needed to check out his room. I knew something was up when he opened the connecting door between rooms, from my side before walking out of my room door with his bag. He wore jeans and nothing else. There were no women in the hall or he wouldn’t have made it back to my room alive.

There was a rattling noise a few moments later and
Joel stuck his head between our connecting rooms.

I couldn’t help laughing. “You’re sneaky.”

“You’re complaining?” he asked as he carried his bag back into my room. He stopped and stood facing me.

I pulled
the shirt lower feeling self-conscious as he stared.

“
I need some rest and I’ve had enough of the guys for one day. I hope you don’t mind room service.” He walked over, hooked his arm around me, and pulled me against his chest. “I can’t believe I’ll have you beside me all night. Let’s eat then hit the shower together.” He made it perfectly clear there was more involved in showering than being clean.

His arms wrapped around me took away my nervousness and fear of rejection.
I tipped my head back and gave him a tentative smile. “Do you rugby players have rules against sex the night before a match?”

His hand came up
. He dipped his finger just inside my mouth and smoothed my saliva across my lips. Electricity zinged straight between my thighs. “I have certain prematch rituals that must be adhered to. The first is a date the night before my match.” He rocked his hips into mine. “Our date will take place in the shower after we eat.”

I went to my tiptoes and
pressed my wet lips to his.

“Order dinner,” he said gruffly.

“What do you want?” I asked against his lips.

“Two of whatever you’re having.
I need to make a few calls from my room. I won’t be long.” He walked away and my confidence momentarily wavered.

He didn’t shut the connecting door and I could hear the drone of his voice
as he talked rugby business. Leaving the door open helped. He wasn’t closing me off. I took my laptop from its case and checked my email. The first came from Skylar.

Cami,

Just how well do you know
Ted? He’s always been nice to me, but I just got wind of a rumor floating around. He’s saying he got you this gig because you’re sleeping with him. He’s not exactly nice guy material like rugby players, but if I’m crossing the line here, tell me. He doesn’t have the power to get you this gig even if he thinks he does.

Skylar

That pissed me off. My eyes
skimmed down to the next email and it was from Ted, the new guy on my jerk list.

Hi Cami,

I haven’t heard from you and still don’t have your number. Don’t make me get sneaky and hit up one of the ladies in HR who owes me a favor. You’re missed on the second floor. I know Colt, Ohio
, doesn’t have a lot to offer, so give me a call. 555-6238

Ted

If someone in HR gave him my cell number I’d make a stink and see
them fired. Taking a break and unclenching my fists, I tried to calm down before sending a reply. I sent a message to Skylar instead.

Skylar,

Ted
emailed me too. He wants my phone number and I assure you I don’t sleep with men that I haven’t given my number to. Just how bad will it go over if I blow him off or do what I really want and tell him off?

Cami

I clicked send and went to the last email, which was from Miller.

Hearing good things about you. Keep up the great work.

M

I bet he was hearing good things about me. His contact had to be Van, who
m I slept with. Then there was Ted, whom I hadn’t slept with, though he had no trouble lying about it. Damn.

Joel walked back into the room and walked behind me. His hands landed on my shoulders
, gently massaging. “You don’t look happy.”

“I’m good
. I just need to shoot an email to my boss.” His hands lifted and I turned. “Don’t stop.” I began typing as his fingers went back to work.

Will have the next article turned in Sunday.