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The Boss’s Secret Baby by Charlize Starr (55)

Chapter Five

 

I stomped right over to the bar after I saw Justin leave with the blonde. Of course, he was leaving with a woman, or a girl by the looks of her. Most of the team seemed to be leaving with women, and I sighed as I slid onto the barstool. This appeared to be a cute place with a variety of games on the various televisions and an excellent staff that asked me what I’d like right way. I stared at the bottles behind the bartender’s head and paused on one. “Bourbon on the rocks. The best you have, please.”

He raised an eyebrow and grabbed a bottle on an upper shelf before he reached for a thick glass. He would be cute if I weren't in a bad mood now. I took a long sip, and he asked me if I was alright. I told him to start a tab and keep them coming as I cursed my intense attraction to Justin. It had just been a few days, and he was inside of my head more than he should be, considering what a pig he was.

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” He winked at me with his bright blue eyes and kept the bottle directly behind him. I hadn’t drunk like this in a long time, since I had a habit of avoiding that. My mother had tarnished the fun of drinking. Dad never wanted me to feel like her leaving was my fault and was always open with me about her alcoholism. I wondered if a man had started her drinking and I laughed bitterly at the irony.

I talked myself off the ledge as I reminded myself that I had a great job. It wasn’t worth losing. Justin was just a guy, and I’d forget about him soon enough. I slid my glass forward and felt someone sit next to me. “What demons are you running from? That’s a good bourbon.”

I glanced at the man next to me as I reached for my fresh glass. “New in town and just relaxing a little bit.” He was kind of sexy with dark hair and deep green eyes, though they didn’t affect me nearly as much as Justin’s did.

“Where from?” He asked for a beer, and I took a deep breath. At least I didn’t have to see him at work, that was a good thing.

“Boston, so not far at all. I ended up getting a job here.” He was friendly and flirted lightly with me. He asked what I did. “Sports therapy. I work with the Hawks.”

“Football? Impressive.” He smiled at me, and I nodded. “I’ll bet all of the players flirt with you all of the time.”

“Not my thing,” I assured him with a big smile that I hoped covered my lie.

“Lucky me.” He offered his hand, and I took it slowly. “I’m Keith Adams. I play for the Wings.” I should’ve recognized him as an athlete. I smiled and told him that I used to work with the Boston hockey team in college.

“So, you’re a hockey fan?” he asked. I nodded and remembered I saw him playing a game on television the other night. He was good. “That’s good. Maybe I can get you to a game one of these nights.”

“Yeah, that would be fun if I’m free. You know the life of a sports therapist.” I winked as he smiled.

“We keep ours busy, but he’s not nearly as beautiful as you are.” I thanked him and blushed. We had a few more drinks, and he walked me out a few hours later. The world spun a bit and he took my arm. “That was some strong stuff you were drinking. Doing okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” I laughed. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close. This must be what my mom liked about alcohol.

“Can I help you home?” he asked. I stared into his face a few inches above mine as he slipped his arms around my back. “Anywhere you want to go, Jen.” I guess I had told him my name somewhere along the way. He slowly lowered his face to mine and kissed me. I closed my eyes and memorized the soft feel of his lips against mine. Keith was gentle as he teased my lips apart with his tongue and slipped it inside. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He knew how to kiss, and I wondered if he couldn’t be the cure for my problem. I pressed closer to his muscled body. Keith moaned against me and pulled away enough to ask me to come home with him.

I knew that I should say no and go home. This wasn’t my style, and I was making the decision under poor circumstances and drunk to boot. “Get a cab,” I murmured before I tugged him back down to my mouth.

He lived in a big house, and we took a taxi to the gate where he let me in. He pushed me against the stone once we were locked in. “You’re so beautiful,” Keith murmured as his hands slipped down my body and over my hips. He pulled me back, and we made our way to the house between awkward kisses. Keith opened the massive front door with the thick stained glass scattered over the surface and led me inside before he took me to the couch. “Want anything to drink?”

“Water would be great,” I replied as I watched him go into the kitchen and closed my eyes. I was turned on enough to do this and still irritated enough to want it. I’d never actually turned to casual sex to solve anything before, but there was a first time for everything.

Keith brought over two bottles of water and stripped off his blue button-up shirt to reveal a white tank underneath. I watched him and admired his athletic body. He dropped beside me on the leather sofa and leaned in. I took a long sip as he kissed my neck. My hand shook, and I spilled some. “I’m so sorry,” I said as he told me not to worry and sucked my skin between his lips. The water hit my thin shirt, and I felt my nipples harden as the cold water washed over my chest and through my white lace bra.

“So hot,” Keith murmured. His hand slipped over one of my breasts and cupped it before he kissed my lips. I moaned and arched my back. He squeezed harder and we made out like a couple of teenagers. I ripped his tank top off before he lifted my shirt and kissed down my body, pushing me back on the couch.

Keith was confident but not arrogant, and I felt him wait to see if I was comfortable with everything that he did. His hands were slow, figuring out what made me tick and doing all of that well before he lifted me and carried me to his bed in just my white panties. He took a nipple between his lips and sucked as I moaned. He was good, and I was angry when I closed my eyes and pictured Justin doing this to me. “Are you a man whore?” I asked him as I pictured what was going on in another bedroom somewhere else in town.

“I had some fun when I started playing, but I’m thirty now…more selective,” Keith told me and kissed down my stomach. “I’d like to see you again after tonight, Jen.”

His words left my head instantly. He lowered my panties and started kissing up my inner thighs. I was lost in his hot breath when he parted my folds and I begged him to lick me. Keith buried his face between my legs and started licking and sucking in perfect intervals. I rocked against him to find my release. I came with a loud cry and dragged my hands through his hair as he grunted and sucked on my swollen clit. “Baby, you feel so good when you come.” He pulled away and moved up to kiss me. I ate my taste off of his lips and his hard cock teased my entrance.

“Condom,” I murmured and he moved to find his wallet in his jeans on the floor. He ripped something open, and I spread my legs for him to move between them and slide into me with a slow thrust. “Oh, God.”

“Tight…so good,” he said, moving back and inside again. We were slapping together in a rough rhythm until I was coming again and he followed with a long cry of my name.

We collapsed together on the bed and I sucked in deep breaths. Keith rolled onto his side and slid his arm over my stomach. I made a mental notch on my head for my first experience with casual sex. I knew that this could go wherever I wanted it to, and I opened my eyes to turn my head and look at Keith in the dim light from the hallway. He was looking back at me, and I smiled as he kissed me softly.

“Stay with me? Do you have to work early?” He asked and I shook my head and smiled. “Good. I’ll make you breakfast tomorrow.”

He got our water bottles before shutting off the lights and pulling me against him. I felt weird sleeping here with him, but I closed my eyes and gave into the exhaustion that was overtaking me. I thought about Justin before I slipped into unconsciousness and hoped that I was going to be able to work with him and not feel the attraction anymore.