Playing Dirty (A Bad Boy Sports Romance) (10 page)

Springing onto my hands and knees, I tugged my briefs down before sticking my hand in the end-table drawer and reaching for a foil packet. I ripped it open with my teeth and sheathed my cock in latex before climbing on top of Kate and staring down at her, and for a moment, I was lost in the depths of her gaze. Our breath was coming in shallow bursts, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so connected with someone. Then Kate strained towards me, breaking the spell as she pushed her lips against mine passionately. She tossed her hair and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me down on top of her, and I felt her squirming on the bed underneath me, spreading her legs and pushing her hips towards my cock. The head of my erection pushed agonizingly slowly into the slick warmth of Kate’s pussy, and she let out a low moan, arching her back and wriggling around on the bed.

“Oh…god…” she moaned loudly. “God, Jay, you feel so good!”

Her voice was deep with lust, and I growled; she was turning me on more than a woman had in years, and I couldn’t believe I was finally making it with her. I thrust my hips towards her, sliding deep inside of her until I was fully sheathed in her warm flesh. She was soaking wet, and her juices were running down the insides of her thighs. As I began to buck and move my hips on top of her body, a light sweat broke out over my skin. It was just like warming up for a match, only a hundred fucking times better. I grinned as the rhythm became more intense, and pleasure swirled through my body, building to a hot coil in my lower belly. As Kate and I moved together on the bed, I tangled my hands in her hair and yanked her head back. With her perfect white neck exposed, she let out a groan and bucked her body against mine, and I could feel her muscles straining with effort.

She pushed me back and struggled to sit up, and I hauled her legs around me as I leaned back on my haunches. She rode me fiercely, pressing her perfect tits against my chest and groaning into my neck as she bounced up and down on my cock. I closed my eyes in ecstasy—the way she was moving was going to set me off, very quickly.

“Fuck, you keep doing that and you’re gonna make me cum,” I groaned in her ear. “But not before you. I want you to come again, baby. Come for me.”

Kate moaned in response, throwing her head back. I watched a red flush creep up her neck, and as we moved our bodies together, I felt her muscles tighten and clench my cock as she reached a loud, shaky climax. It felt fucking incredible, and I groaned as I felt shockwaves of pleasure shoot through my lower body.

When it was over, we stayed locked together like that for a moment. Kate looked up at me, her green eyes glowing with contentment.

“Tell me…did you ever think that would happen?” I asked, winking at her. “Or were you just waiting for me to give you a good shag? Is that the real reason why you took your sister to that game?”

Kate laughed, and she snuggled into bed and reached for a pillow, grabbing it with her small fist and beating me over the head.

“Dream on,” she said in a lazy voice as she closed her eyes and pulled the sheets over her naked body. “Dream on, Jay...”

Chapter Twelve

Kate

“Jay? Are you in there?”

I poked my head into the kitchen and grinned at what I saw. Jay was standing at the stove, shirtless, and stirring something that smelled delicious.

He turned around with a saucy grin on his handsome, rugged face. “Hey, babe,” he said with a wink. “See something you fancy?”

“The food, yes. The man, no,” I teased.

He let out a mock gasp of offense, and then he grinned at my joke.

“Are you cooking for me?” I asked.

“I’m trying,” he said ruefully. “Damn omelet doesn’t want to come out right.”

“Smells great anyway.”

He gestured towards the table, which was set with two places, some bottles of beer, and a lone daisy stuck in a glass vase. “Sit down,” he said. “I’m almost done.”

I could barely keep from grinning as I lowered myself into the wooden chair. I’d seen Jay almost every day of the past couple of weeks. His schedule was surprisingly light; save for a few training sessions, I saw him all the time. Lizzy had been very busy with university, at least so she’d told me. I felt guilty about neglecting my little sister—I’d only seen her four times in the last fortnight—but something told me she didn’t mind, because ever since Jay and I had started….doing whatever it was that we were doing, she got to go to all of the training sessions.

As for me, my time here with Jay had been a real whirlwind. After the first night together, it was like we couldn’t get enough of each other. Whatever tension, whatever ice had been in place between us had long since melted, and now, being with Jay was almost comfortable. Every time he looked at me, every time he walked into the room, I felt a little surge of excitement rush through my body. Sometimes it was easy for me to forget that he was Jay Walsh, star of Manchester United.

To me, he was just Jay.

When I actually thought about who he was in the grand scheme of things, I could scarcely believe I was here with him, actually sort of
dating
him, and I knew I was living in a big fantasy bubble—sooner or later, I’d have to go back to the States, and he’d probably be ready to move on to his next fling by then anyway. But for now, I was happy residing in the big, warm bubble of fun and affection…along with the most fabulous sex I’d ever had.

“What do you feel like doing tonight?” I leaned back in the chair and crossed my legs at the ankle. “You want to go to the movies?”

Jay shook his head and wrinkled his nose. “You mean like the cinema?”

I laughed. I was still getting used to his slang. “Yeah,” I said. “I mean, if you want. There’s a new Batman movie out…”

“Last time I went to see a film, there were gobs of girls around,” Jay said with a smirk. “I can’t imagine that would be much fun for you.”

I pretended to pout, but really, I understood perfectly, given some of my own experiences with being a TV personality. Jay sauntered over, still shirtless, bearing a plate with a near-perfect omelet. “This looks incredible,” I said softly as he placed the steaming food in front of me. “Thank you.”

He gave me a lopsided grin. He cracked a beer and sat down in the opposite chair. “You’re welcome. I know I’m not much of a cook,” he said. “But you can’t go wrong with breakfast for dinner.”

“I love breakfast for dinner,” I said with a grin. “Toast and bacon and sausage, yes please.”

He pretended to groan. “I should have made you a fry up,” he replied with a wink. “Beans and toast and sausages, but you’d be out for a week.”

I stuck out my tongue. “I’ll have you know I’m allowed to eat carbs,” I said. “Just not very many, at least not while we’re filming.”

Jay gestured towards the plate in front of me. “Eat,” he said. “It’ll get cold soon.”

I dug in, surprised at how excellent the omelet tasted. Jay had added bits of cheese, green onion, and ham and it was surprisingly filling. I didn’t mind that Jay didn’t want to go out; if I was going to be honest, I didn’t love the idea of fighting off a bunch of his female fans who would no doubt do absolutely anything to be noticed whilst vying for his attention. I was more than happy to stay at home, even though that’s what we’d been doing almost every other night.

“This was incredible,” I said after I’d taken the last forkful of omelet into my mouth. “Where did you learn to make these?”

Jay grinned. “You wouldn’t believe me,” he said with a sheepish grin. “But it doesn’t matter, does it, love?”

I blushed and looked away. It was surreal. Me, Kate, barefoot in the kitchen of one of the world’s most famous men. And he was calling me ‘love’! Of course, that didn’t mean he loved me at all. It was just an expression.

“What is it?” Jay looked at me with curiosity written on the fine features of his face.

“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s just…I can’t believe this sometimes.”

He stood up and walked towards me with a soft expression on his face. When he was standing in front of me, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on my lips.

“Believe it,” he said in a solemn tone. He pressed his mouth against mine and I felt a shiver of desire run through my body. “You want to go to bed?”

I yawned. “It’s late,” I said. “And we had a long day of doing nothing.”

Jay smirked and slipped his hand into my shirt, stroking my breasts until I shuddered. “Not exactly nothing,” he whispered into my ear. “We did have that marathon sex session this morning…”

“You call that a marathon?” I joked. “Here I was thinking you were a star athlete…”

“Wow, kitty’s got some claws,” he said, chuckling and mimicking a cat in attack mode.

I laughed. “Come on, you,” I said, getting up from the table. “Time for bed. But don’t worry, I don’t really want to sleep yet…”

***

In the morning, Jay got up at the crack of dawn—six on the dot. He claimed that it was a habit he wasn’t able to break, but as someone who has never been a morning person, I could have sworn he did it just to torture me.

“Jay, please,” I grumbled, rolling over and reaching for him. He was already gone and my fingers only made contact with the cooling sheets.

He grinned at me from across the room. Then there was a sound like something buzzing, and he darted off into the other room.

Sleepily, I closed my eyes. Jay’s bed was so comfortable that I easily could have drifted off for another hour or two. On mornings when he had training, I often did stay in bed until his return, upon which I’d leap in the shower and try to act like I’d been up for hours. But Jay always saw through the ruse, and I had a feeling he’d figured out truly lazy I could be when I was in vacation mode.

But that’s what I was here for—a break from real life.

“I’ll be right there, Mary,” I heard Jay say into the phone.

I sat up in bed, struggling to hear what else he was saying to this ‘Mary’ person, whoever she was. I could hear his footsteps pacing in the other room but had no sense of the dialogue, and after a moment I gave up, flopped back and covered my face with a pillow.

“Kate?” Jay’s voice was louder this time, and I shoved the pillow aside and yawned. He was standing at the foot of the bed, pulling a sweater over his head. “Are you awake?”

I blinked. “Barely,” I said in a bleary voice. “What was that?”

“I have to go,” he replied, an apologetic tone in his deep voice. “I’m so sorry, Kate, I’ll explain everything later.” He gestured around. “Until then, my flat is your flat, make yourself at home.”

I shook my head, rubbing my eyes with a fist. “I really should get going,” I said. A flash of guilt hit me like a brand. “I’ve been a horrible sister. I’ve ignored Lizzy so much the last couple of days.”

Jay nodded. “You can show yourself out, then,” he said. Stepping forward, he leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. “I’ll explain everything later,” he said again.

I thought I saw a guilty look on his face but he grinned suddenly, crinkling up his eyes. “Just as soon as I’m home, okay? Want me to call you?” he added.

I nodded. “Thanks,” I said softly.

Jay darted into the bathroom and seconds later, I heard water running from the tap. I wondered what was making him run away from me so early. Even on mornings when he had practice, he didn’t leave until after seven.

Once he was gone, his apartment was almost too quiet to bear. I took my time getting ready in his bathroom—Jay had a magnificent soaking tub—and then dressed, putting my hair up in a messy chignon. My stomach rumbled as I let myself out of Jay’s post building. I hadn’t eaten since the omelet, so I decided to grab some fresh breakfast foods for Lizzy and myself. Maybe we could go to the park and snack and gossip, catch up on things. I felt ashamed for not having been a better sister over the past few weeks, and I vowed to myself that I’d start working on fixing that today.
No more getting wrapped up over Jay
.

On the street, I caught a cab. “Can you please drop me off at a grocery store?” I asked, smiling at the cabbie.

He looked at me with a vaguely confused stare. “At this hour?”

My smile faded slightly, and I nodded, feeling almost defensive. “Yes. I want to get some breakfast,” I said, sticking my chin out.

The cabbie laughed. “Blimey…he didn’t feed you, did he?” He laughed uproariously at his own joke. “You modern lasses, all about the fun and games until it’s time for a good bowl of oatmeal, right?”

I blushed bright red. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied. The words came out more stiff than I meant for them to. “I’m just going on an errand.”

The cabbie stared at me the whole way home, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something weird was going on. After all, Jay
was
famous for being a playboy. Did the cabbie know that I’d been in his apartment? Was I being watched?

Don’t be ridiculous, Kate
, I thought.
You’re getting paranoid
.

The cabbie finally dropped me off at a grocer, and I picked up some fruit, then went next door to a bakery and grabbed some fresh croissants. When we were kids, Lizzy always used to tease me by eating all of the bread in sight. She knew I watched my weight, because I had the kind of metabolism that made me prone to gaining it easily, but since she played sports and had the metabolism of a jet engine, she could basically eat whatever she wanted. I grinned as I picked out an array of pastries. Today, diet be damned, I was going to eat exactly what
I
wanted.

I hated having to appease my showrunners by restricting all the things I enjoyed, and spending the last couple of weeks with a man who absolutely loved my body exactly how it was had been exactly what I needed to make me see the hypocrisy in my lifestyle. My show was all about issues facing women in today’s society and the unfairness of some of them, and one of those issues was the ridiculous beauty standards upheld by the media. I’d done an episode on body positivity and acceptance, and yet, there I was allowing the producers to tell me how much I was ‘allowed’ to weigh.

Well, no more.

I felt a little silly creeping up the stairs to Lizzy’s apartment half an hour later. The building was quiet, almost silent, and I felt almost like an intruder. I realized that it had been so long that I had trouble recognizing Lizzy’s door, but then I remembered that she’d had the lock changed to a different-looking one after the break-in.

“Hi, it’s me,” I called loudly as I let myself in. “I brought breakfast!”

There was no reply. Frowning, I kicked off my shoes and dropped the groceries on the kitchen counter. I heard soft voices coming from the other room and a guilty grin snuck on my face.
So that’s why Lizzy doesn’t mind that I haven’t been home much
, I thought.
She has a boyfriend! And I caught them together!

But when I rounded the corner and walked into the living room, I stopped dead in my tracks. Lizzy wasn’t sitting with a boyfriend at all.

She was sitting with Josh.