When I walk out of Alibi with Farrah at my side, I don’t care about anything. Not what my teammates think, not what her friends think, not even what my brother and my family would think.

All that matters is her body next to mine. We slide into the back of a cab and I give him my address in Brookline. He looks at me in the backseat and a flash of recognition crosses his eye, but he says nothing.

Farrah takes a deep breath as we start driving and glances over at me.

“So,” she says. “Jesse Matthews.”

“Farrah… what’s your last name?”

She laughs. “It’s Locklear.”

I nod. “Very romantic.”

“Thanks,” she grins. “Although I’m not sure my family qualifies as romantic.”

“No?”

Her smile falls ever so slightly, and then she shakes her head. I remember her comments at my parents’ cabin, and I wonder what kind of upbringing she’s had. I slide my hand over her thigh and the beating of my heart speeds up. I squeeze her leg, and she shivers slightly.

Running my fingers up her thigh, I lean towards her. Farrah licks her perfect lips as a blush stains her cheeks, and then her eyes widen.

“Moose!”

“What?”

“My dog. I can’t… he’s been alone for a while. I should check on him. Can we stop at my hotel before going to your place? I just want to make sure he has enough water. He’ll be fine after that for a few hours.”

I shrug. “Sure.”

A smile breaks over Farrah’s face, and she nods. She gives the cab driver her hotel name and settles back in her seat. She turns her head towards me.

Her hand covers mine as we kiss. In the relative solitude of the cab, this kiss feels more intimate than the last. I take my time to kiss her, tasting her fully as my other hand runs up her arm and tangles into her dark hair. She moans gently.

“You’re a better kisser than your brother,” she says with a glint in her eye.

“Thank you, but please, for the love of God, don’t mention my brother again.”

Farrah laughs and nods. “Deal.”

I wonder if the only reason she’s here is to get back at my brother. It would be the ultimate revenge. I want her to be here because she wants to be, but to be honest, even if it was just a revenge fuck, I would still do it. Touching her is driving my body wild in a way that I didn’t even think was possible. She runs her fingers over my biceps and around my shoulders, and sparks ignite everywhere she touches.

So, maybe this will be the only chance I have with her—to touch her, to see her, to feel her. My only chance to taste her, to watch her orgasm and to kiss every inch of her body.

And if it is my only chance?

I’ll make the most of it.

I kiss her harder. She moans into my mouth and my cock jumps at the sound.

The cab lurches and we both fall over, with Farrah landing on top of me. She laughs, catching herself on my chest and glancing up at the driver.

“Did you do that on purpose?”

He laughs and shakes his head. “No ma’am.”

“Playing cupid, hey?” I grin, winking at Farrah. She laughs and rights herself, taking a deep breath. I watch her tuck a strand behind her ear and smooth the hair on the back of her head. We stop in front of her hotel and she gives me a quick kiss.

“I’ll be right back.”

I watch her jog into the hotel, and take a deep breath. The cab driver looks at me, but says nothing. It only takes a couple minutes for Farrah to reappear. She gives me a huge smile as she slides back in the car.

“Thanks,” she says. “We can go now. I appreciate you stopping here with me,” she says, smiling at me. “That means a lot to me.” She brushes her fingers through her hair for another second and then takes a deep breath.

“It’s not a problem. I liked Moose when I met him.”

Her face breaks into the biggest smile I’ve seen. She stares at my face, shaking her head. “You’re so different from—oh, um, he who shall not be named.”

We laugh, and then fall quiet and stare at each other.

“What?” She asks when I hold her gaze.

“Nothing.”

“Weirdo.”

“Hey!” I laugh. “Who’s a weirdo?”

“Staring at me like that.”

“You don’t want me to stare at you?”

A grin twitches over her lips. Her shoulder moves up and down in a small shrug. “You probably watch women when they sleep, too.” She starts making faces at me. She opens her eyes wide and drops her tongue out of her mouth, bobbing her head up and down and staring at me like a lunatic until I laugh.

“It’s only because you’re beautiful. Even when you make faces like that.”

She stops making the face, glancing at my eyes. When she sees I’m serious, she bites her lip and looks down at her hands.

“Smooth talker,” she grins, looking at me quickly before staring out the window. I reach over and take her hand, interlacing her fingers in mine. She settles in beside me. I make eye contact with the taxi driver in the rear view mirror, and his eyebrows twitch up ever so slightly as he nods.

Well, at least the taxi driver approves.

When we pull up outside my house, Farrah looks at me sideways.

“Another Matthews family shack, I see. You guys really should upgrade your real-estate game.” She sweeps her arm across the massive gardens and towards the big double doors. “How do you live in such squalor?”

I grin. “Perks of being an NFL star.”

“A star! And he’s modest, too.”

“Well, I did just win the Super Bowl.”

“There’s no ‘i’ in ‘team’, Jesse.”

I laugh. “You’re right. We just won the Super Bowl. But there’s no ‘we’ in ‘team’ either, is there?”

She grins, slipping her hand into mine and pulling me towards the house. “Come on.”

I don’t need any more urging. I fumble with my keys, pushing the door open and pulling her inside as I wrap my arms around her.

Kissing her tastes better than I can say. I run my hands down her sides, wrapping them around the small of her back and pulling her close to me. My cock has been hard ever since I saw her across the dance floor, and now it’s almost painful.

Her hands splay on my chest as she presses herself into me. I feel her fingers working at the buttons of my shirt, undoing them one by one. She pulls her mouth away from mine, kissing the exposed skin of my chest. She inhales, resting her head on my chest.

“You smell good,” she sighs.

“So do you.”

I run my hands further down to cup her ass as she rolls her hips towards me. I can’t wait any longer. I need to have her.

My hands dip lower, pulling at the fabric of her dress until my palms are cupping her bare bottom. She moans, curling her fingers around my neck as her lips find mine again. I back her up against the wall, caging her head between my arms as I press my body against hers.

If she makes any more of those sexy moans, I might come in my pants.

Pulling her leg up against my waist, I grind my hips against hers. I can feel the heat radiating between her legs, with only a thin strip of fabric separating me from her center. She rolls her hips towards me, panting as my hands drift up the sides of her hips. I hold her leg against my body, pressing myself against her.

“I want you,” she gasps. “I want you right now.”

I can’t even respond. I just hook my fingers on her panties and rip them down her legs as I drop to my knees. Lifting her leg up on my shoulder, I bury my face between her legs.

She gasps, tangling her fingers into my hair and grinding her hips towards me.

Fuck she tastes good. I tongue her slit in long strokes before swirling my tongue over her bud. She moans, pulling my hair gently as she pulls my head towards her sopping wet slit. My hands crawl up her thighs, sinking into her flesh as I groan. My cock is straining against my pants and I can hardly breathe, but I don’t want to stop.

I want to taste her sweet honey on my tongue. I want to hear her scream, right here in my hallway. I want her body to shake and shudder, and her thighs to squeeze around me as the orgasm crashes into her.

It doesn’t take long. I slip my fingers inside her as my mouth focuses on her bud and I feel her whole body tighten. Another gasp escapes her, and then I feel it.

Her back arches, her leg presses into my shoulder, and her hands pull my hair. She screams. I groan with her, burying my face between her legs until her convulsions stop and I can hear her breath coming in short, staggered gasps.

Disentangling her fingers from my hair, she pulls me up and crushes her lips against mine. I know she can taste herself on my lips and the thought drives me wild.

“Come on,” I say, giving her perfect ass a squeeze. “Let’s go upstairs.”