“Come home with me,” she whispers in my ear. The catch of desperation I hear in her voice makes me rock hard.

“Lead the way.” I place her on the ground, give her one last quick kiss, and follow her out the door.

“Family doesn’t want to celebrate the first win?” I ask, my tone high pitched as if I were a kid in a candy shop. The excitement of winning sends adrenaline through me like never before, and hell, it was just a damn preseason game.

There’s no perfect team, and issues between players constantly arise; and they will with us as we begin the season. Tempers will flare, mine especially. Anger will come, arguments with the refs, and the taunting to the opposing team will occur. Plus much more. It’s inevitable.

If today’s game is any indication of how the rest of the season will go, then our future is bright. Everyone worked well together, and no one but the coaches lost their tempers and went on a rampage.

“I’m sure they will, but they’ve all gone to the airport. Most of them either have to work or go to school tomorrow. The only one who stayed back is Roan.” She doesn’t elaborate any more than that, and I’m not going to ask her about it. Doubt the guy would mix his other business with this one anyway. Justice told me on the phone the other night that she had a talk with him and how she worried over nothing. Might not care for the shit he does, but as long as he’s good to her, I’ll take a step back and give him respect.

I’d love nothing more than to talk to her more about her family, but I’ll leave it up to her. If she never brings it up again, I’m okay with that, too. Justice, this team, nor me have a thing to do with it. Probably best to keep it as far away from us as possible.

Right now, all I care about is having her under me and burying myself inside of her until I’m all she’s thinking about.

“You sure about this?” If she changes her mind, I may lose my shit. I need to be sure this is what she wants and it’s not just her getting caught up in the moment.

“I’m positive. Follow me home.” She reaches around me, places her small hands on my ass, and tugs me into her. Swear to God the warmth radiating off her is more than I’ve ever felt before. “I’m proud of you and the team, Liam. I see good things ahead.”

“Thank you. Make sure to be proud of yourself, too.”

I watch her climb into her car, jog to my vehicle, and follow her home. My mind racing the entire drive. I can’t believe this is happening. Won’t really until I have her sprawled out naked and tasting her. I reach my hand down under the elastic of my gym pants, giving my throbbing cock a hard squeeze.

Need crashes inside me. I want to fuck her fierce and dirty and under no circumstances stop. I want to take my time getting reacquainted with every curve of her body using my hands and my tongue. I want to brand her skin with my mouth, sear her with the wetness of my tongue, and hear her pleas for more.

By the time we make it to her house, I’m all kinds of wound up with tunnel vision and a stunning blonde standing at the end of it. This woman unravels me. She’s so far embedded in my skin that I wouldn’t be able to explain my feelings for her right now if I tried.

“You can show me around in the morning, princess.” I lift her into my arms and nearly come in my pants. “Bedroom. Now.”

Kicking the door closed behind us, I lay her in the center of her bed, and as the last light of the day shines through her windows, it gives me the shadows of her darkened eyes, the rise and fall of her chest, and legs that spread wide enough for me to climb on top of her.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I grate against her throat before taking a soft bite. “Once we start, we aren’t stopping until our bodies can’t fuck anymore.” I doubt I’ll want to stop even if my mind begs me to.

“God, Liam,” she moans, her hands pulling my shirt up. I reach around, yank it over my head, and toss it behind me. I don’t want to climb off her, but I do. I pull her up with me, trail the tips of my fingers down her neck and arms, and tug the hem of her shirt. She slowly peels it over her head, and I die a little. Her breasts are spilling over a black lacy bra, creamy white skin, hardened nipples. Damn perfection.

I slide down my gym pants, strip out of them, and stand in front of her with my cock in my hand. “Oh, God,” she moans.

“Pretty sure those same words came out of that mouth the first time, too.” I lift one corner of my mouth.

“They did.” I watch her with a bobbing throat when she unhooks her bra, her tits spilling free. I stroke my cock, ready to blow when she shrugs out of her jeans, grasps the elastic of the tiny little panties she has on, drags them down her legs, and exposes her neatly trimmed pussy, hands running down her stomach. And the naughty woman she is, she runs her finger straight up her slit.

“Motherfucker, Justice. Spread them.” I release my dick, grip her ankles, and dip my body and head right down to the spot I’ve dreamt about for years.

I groan when the tip of my tongue feels how ready she is for me.

Colliding my mouth with her opening, I fuck her with my tongue, adding a finger until she bows her back and her sweet juices explode into my mouth. I lap and suck, nip and bite until the veins in my balls string tight. If I didn’t want inside of her bad, I would keep my head buried here and have her screaming my name for the entire town to hear.

But I do. I want to fuck her until she can’t see straight. Until all she thinks about when she walks down the hallway, sits at her desk is how my dick feels.

“Where are you going?” she pants, her voice on the verge of panic.

“I need a condom.”

“No, you don’t. You’re clean and so am I.” I raise my brows even though I’m fairly certain she can’t see them. I know I’m clean. Had to confirm it with the NFL along with every other disease known to man when I signed.

“You sure?” I’m not questioning if she’s telling me the truth. I believe her. It’s just that I’ve never been inside this woman bare. It takes us to an entirely higher level. Trust. Something I fought over her not having in me when she walked away.

“The only thing I’ve been surer of in my life is I’ve never gotten over you, Liam Blake.” Christ.

“Same here, baby.”

Smirking, I lean over her, run my hands up her stomach, and palm her breasts, circling my thumbs over her nipples. Dipping my head, I bring one of them into my mouth and enjoy the pleasurable moans escaping her lips.

I haven’t begun to have my fill of her tits, but I’m not going to last much longer without having to release my aching balls if I don’t get inside of her.

Positioning myself over her, I grab my dick, and the feel of how wet she is nearly sends me over before I start to push inside.

“Years I’ve been dying to sink my cock back inside of you. You, your mind, every fucking inch of you are meant for me.” I close my eyes and press the rest of the way into her. I’m not lost anymore. I’m home. And it has never felt better.

“God, Liam,” she moans. I set a quick pace. Slow isn’t happening tonight.

A shudder escapes her, and I move faster in and out of her. I begin to sweat when I take her mouth, the way she feels with every pull and drag of my cock. Her tiny walls clench around me, gripping me so damn tight I could come.

My balls are aching, my cock is twitching, and my spine is tingling so damn badly. I need to come inside of her.

“Holy shit, you feel amazing,” she moans out, her hips thrusting up.

“Wrap your legs around me.” When she does, I hold her eyes through the dark. The deep connection between the two of us is still there. I reach down and press her clit; it’s as if I’ve triggered a bomb the way she shoots off the bed. Her back arches. Her cries are full of ecstasy. I rub her clit in slow, lazy circles. Her pussy constricts. My cock is screaming he can’t hold back. I pull up all of my control, needing her to come one more time on my cock before I let go inside of her.

Our bodies are covered in sweat, her nipples grazing across the hairs on my chest each time I slide back into her tight, sweet pussy. The smell of her sends me to drive into her hard and fast. I grasp a hold of one of those perky nipples and suck it deep into my mouth. I have no restraint left.

“God, you are incredible,” I murmur, picking up the pace for a few more drawn-out strokes until my willpower shatters. I grab her legs, unlatching them from around me, and lace them up over my shoulders. The angle is perfect, letting me sink deep inside of her.

“Liam.” Justice throws her head back, that blonde cascading everywhere.

It causes me to snap in half. My vision blurs as we become one. I slam into her over and over. Justice bites down on her lower lip. I remember that cue from long ago. My girl is about to coat my cock. I don’t stop pumping my hips into her while sneaking one hand to her clit. Our pace grueling and beyond out of control.

“Liam!” Justice screams the same moment her sweet pussy clenches my cock, and I fall right along with her.

My arm holding me up gives out, but I do my best not to slam down on her. We both struggle to catch our breath. Holy shit, nothing has ever been that wild and erotic before, not even our first time.

“Give me a sec. I think you just broke my dick.” I kiss the top of her shoulder.

She begins to laugh. Yep, my dick isn’t broken. The vibration of Justice’s laugh has my cock raging and ready for round two. I fall to her side tugging her close to me, not wanting to let go. This shit is unreal, and if I'm honest, I’m not ready to wake up from this dream.

“No cuddling yet, number eleven.” Justice continues rolling until she has me on my back. She straddles my middle, plants her palms on my chest, and sinks down on me.

“Ride it like you stole it.” I wink at her.

She moans, tossing her head back. I lean up and grab a fistful of her hair, tugging her head to the side until her neck is exposed to me. The greedy woman doesn’t stop riding me as I lick, suck, and bite at her flawless skin.

“Back.” She pushes on my chest. I obey and watch the woman who has always owned my heart take everything she needs from me.

Then I repay the favor.