Hart of the Matter (A Love of the Game Novella) Page 7

  His hands were all over the front of her body, squeezing her breasts and working her clit until she whimpered desperately. When she came, she screamed his name and wrapped her arms around his neck behind her.

  Bracing her hips, he drove into her body three times before he experienced the unbelievable feeling of coming without a condom in Bailey’s body.

  “So hot,” she whispered as her head dropped back on his shoulder.

  Sealing their bodies tightly together, Hart continued to touch her as his seed filled her up. Pushed up against her womb, his mind drifted. He hoped the birth control he knew she’d always taken to regulate her periods would fail miserably.

  Never in his life had he wanted to get a woman pregnant.

  His lips trailed over her jaw as he angled her face up to meet him. Staring down into her eyes, he told her truthfully, “I’ve never felt so good…so perfectly right in my life.”

  Bailey smiled but said nothing. The sadness she tried to hide in her eyes told him exactly what she was thinking. His brain was fried from the best sex of his life so he’d tell her what was on his mind after a little nap.

  He was leaving his cock right where it was.

  Lowering them to their sides, he kept her in his arms, her cheek pillowed on his bicep, her ass snugged into his groin. She reached up to move her hair then placed her hand over his forearm.

  She drifted to sleep in moments and the sound of her breathing was hypnotic. He’d never snuggled a woman before and he knew that even if he had, it wouldn’t have felt as comforting as it did with this particular woman.

  A few hours later, Bailey tried to run. Waking in a panic, she seemed desperate to remove herself from his body and his bed. He responded by tightening his arms around her.

  “Stay with me and let me hold you.”

  “I…I know you don’t do that, Hart.”

  The certainty of her words caused the hair to tingle on the back of his neck. He went still and asked her carefully, “How would you know that, Bailey?”

  “That girl you all three dated your senior year. She liked to tell Harley and me about her time with you, each of you, and she wasn’t shy about the details.” Hart watched her skin go as pink as it probably could go. “Anyway, I know you don’t fucking snuggle so let me up.”

  “Jesus Christ, I’m sorry you had to deal with that.” She moved to get up again and Hart locked her to him. “Bailey, you try to get up from this bed one more time and I will spank your ass.” He kissed her neck.

  “Stay with me damn it. I want you here. That girl was right that I had no interest in holding her. She was used for one purpose because I was eighteen, stupid, and she was easy. I’m not proud of it but it’s the truth. That is not the same situation as right now.”

  “I knew you’d do this. Go all noble and shit so you don’t hurt my feelings. We’re good, Hart. No one will ever know, I swear. Now let me up.”

  Bailey pushed against the bed with her elbow but the sharp smack he delivered to her ass seemed to divert her attention.

  “Hart, don’t you dare do that again.” Her brown eyes were hot.

  He rubbed her ass where he’d smacked it, then smacked it again as he moved his hand around the front of her body and stroked his fingers over her clit. He’d made her speechless.

  “Bailey, you’re in a class by yourself and you damn well know it. You’re not leaving this bed. If I have my way, you won’t be leaving this house but we’ll get to that later. Right now, we’re going to talk, you’re going to stop avoiding me, and you’re going to answer my questions.”

  For good measure, Hart stroked his fingers over her little bundle of nerves a couple of times and her pussy spasmed around his dick. He’d hardened like marble while he slept. He filled her up completely and just wanted to fuck her until she realized he was never letting her go.

  He could tell Bailey was furious that her body responded instantly.

  Quietly, she told him, “Hart, don’t do this. You’ll resent me later and it’ll make things awkward between us. I don’t expect anything from you.”

  “You’re right, Bailey. You don’t expect a damn thing from me and it’s pissing me off. If you think I want to use you like I’ve used every other woman I’ve ever been with, you better think again. What you are not getting,” he emphasized his statement with a firm thrust, “is that you are nothing like every other woman and you are going to talk to me if I have to fuck you into submission.”

  She went limp and exhaled slowly. “Fine. What do you want to ask me, Hart?”

  “Am I one of your weaknesses, Bailey?”

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Obviously, you’re a weakness, Hart. Next question.”

  “Why am I a weakness?”

  He watched her face in profile and watched her eyes close. “I’ve been in love with you since I was fourteen. Next question.”

  Pulling himself from her warm body, he rolled her to her back, and settled between her thighs. She turned her head and closed her eyes. “Don’t do it, Hart.”

  “Don’t do what? Look at me. Damn it, look at me, Bailey.” She turned her face to him. “Don’t do what?” She put her hands over her face. “No, Bailey…please don’t cry.”

  He slipped inside her and gathered her in his arms. “I’m not trying to make you cry. I’m trying to make you see that this wasn’t just sex, baby. I’ve done so many things I’m not proud of and you can’t know how many regrets I have right now.”

  Smoothing his fingers over her face, moving her hands, he planted small kisses over her skin. “Not the least of which is knowing you…and my sister…were subjected to play-by-plays of our sexual escapades. I’m sorry. I can’t imagine how much that hurt both of you.”

  He stroked into her with total intensity and watched her body catch flame underneath him. Her nipples hardened on her swollen breasts and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

  Hart saw the tracks of her tears kissed them away. For several minutes, he focused on taking her up again and taking away her sadness. Giving herself over to the physical pleasure, he watched her relax and fall into it. With a light pant, her pulse pounding, her body tightened around him and he was captivated.

  As she came, he said, “I love you, Bailey.”

  Unable to stop the climax that had already begun, she arched into him. Hart went up on his knees, lifted her thighs over his, and locked one of her knees in the crook of his elbow. The other hand stroked over her clit as he rocked his hips into her hard.

  He fucked her, loved her, and gave her all of himself.

  “Feel me, Bailey. You’re the only woman in my life I’ve been with without a condom. The only woman to ever to feel my bare cock. I’ve wanted you so long, Bailey. Since you were too young for me and I had no right to the images of you in my head. Denying myself became a habit.”

  Her eyes met his and he could see her disbelief.

  Hart shook his head with a self-mocking smile. “I know. I’ve been with too many women…but not one of them came to my bed. I wasn’t interested in a relationship. I used them for a purpose and got the fuck out. I can’t take it back, I’m not proud of it, but I can’t take it back, Bailey.”

  Long lashes drifted over her eyes.

  “Look at me…I need you to look at me. I went out on that dance floor tonight knowing I couldn’t take it anymore. I knew it would change everything because you’re the keeping kind, Bailey. I love you and I’m going to stroke my cock into this beautiful body until you believe me or we pass out from dehydration. Tell me you love me, Bailey.”

  She shook her head. “I can’t, Hart. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

  “I know exactly what I’m saying, Bailey. I don’t want anyone else and I don’t want anyone else to have you. I want you for myself. You are mine. Tell me, Bailey.”

  Hart’s strokes went harder, forcing her body to follow. “Play with your nipples, Bailey. Get them ready for me to suck. Yes, fuck yes.” He watched her hands move over her br
easts as his thumb circled faster over her clit and he felt the tightening of her womb under his palm.

  “You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved. The only woman I’ve ever said the words to. I love you so much, Bailey.”

  “Hart, I’ll take whatever you can give me. You don’t have to love me.”

  “You’ll take everything I can give you because I love you. Right now, I’m giving you my body. Feel me inside you, Bailey. My bare cock fucking you so hard I can’t stand not to come. Come for me and tell me you love me, Bailey. Tell me. I need to hear it.”

  Slamming into her body and pressing his thumb into her clit, her ability to hold off her climax was snatched from her hands. Hart watched as her fingers pinched her nipples and felt the walls of her pussy clamp around the only cock she would ever have inside her.

  “I love you…I’m coming. Come with me, Hart.”

  Her body spasmed hard and he couldn’t deny the release that throbbed in his balls. Rocking forward, he pressed himself as close to her as he could get. The come pumped forcefully from the head, adding to her slickness, and he thought again about getting her pregnant with his child.

  He shook and shuddered as he came harder than ever before. As if half of who he was entered her through his dick while she gave him the parts of herself that had always belonged to him.

  “My Bailey. The sweetest, hottest pussy and it’s mine. Along with this beautiful heart, your wicked tongue, your brilliant mind. All of you…finally, fucking finally, you’re mine.”

  She loved him and he was going to spend the rest of his life showing her that she was safe to give him her love. He pulled her hard to his chest, wrapped his arms around her as the last of his come coated her.

  “I belong to you, Bailey. Everything I am, everything I have, is yours.”

  She held him tight, sobbing against his neck. “I’ve wanted you, I’ve loved you forever, Hart.”

  “I’m not letting you go. I can’t now. I can’t ever let you go.”

  His huge hands cupped her skull and he kissed her, ate at her mouth until neither of them could breathe. Still buried deep, softer now, small tremors from her pussy moved over his skin.

  For a long time, he held her and kissed her, unable to stop himself from stroking his hands over every inch of her skin within reach.

  When they eventually collapsed into an exhausted heap, he pulled the blankets over them and hugged her tight. The next eight hours of sleep were the best in his entire life.

  * * *

  The next day, they got out of bed long enough to shower and find something to eat. He applied a soothing lubricant to her pussy to ease the soreness and chafing. It was something he’d used under his gear more than once.

  When she said the sensitive skin felt better, he took her back to bed and fucked her into exhaustion again. As the sun started to set on their first full day together, he asked her the question that he’d been dying to know the answer to as he fed her pieces of diced fruit.

  “How the hell did you hold on to your virginity for so long?”

  She grinned. “I’m Costa Rican so I tell men I’m a devout Catholic and they totally believe it. I needed company sometimes when I was lonely but I didn’t want a sexual relationship with anyone but you. Harley doesn’t know. She assumed I was having sex and I let her because it was embarrassing after a while.”

  With a little shrug, she added, “I wore this pretty cross my grandmother bought me around men. When they started pressuring me about sex, I’d take out the rosary she left me, and voila. I’m a little devious but it worked.”

  “God, you’re evil. Men have proposed to get you to sleep with them?”

  “Uh huh. They’d propose marriage contracts that included all kinds of weird stuff and I’d make a big show about my love and soul not being for sale. I wouldn’t answer any of their calls. I’d record a voicemail on the throwaway cell. This is Bailey, I’m brokenhearted and joining a convent, please leave a message and I’ll call when I’ve completed my vows.”

  He placed a piece of pineapple against her lower lip and her tongue wrapped around it. Sucking it gently, she kept her eyes on his face.

  Chewing and swallowing, she whispered, “I don’t feel like this is real. I feel like I’m going to wake up and feel complete devastation that I imagined the whole thing.”

  “Let me show you how real this is, Bailey.” Hart laid her back on the bed and took her ankle in his hand. “Is this the anklet I bought you like a million years ago?” She nodded shyly. “I don’t remember there being a charm…”

  His eyes widened as he looked at it closely. It was a heart charm with the jersey number he’d worn in high school engraved in the center.

  Settling his shoulders between her legs, he didn’t break eye contact. “You did a much better job of loving me than I did of loving you, Bailey. I’m going to make sure you know how much I appreciate it.”

  Hart ate her pussy for more than an hour, licking and sucking her folds lazily until every inch of her was shaking. Two fingers fucked into her body gently and he lapped away her essence as he made her come for his mouth again and again.

  “I love the taste of you. I’m going to enjoy learning what makes you crazy, Bailey.”

  Breathlessly, she replied, “You make me crazy, Hart.”

  “I’m going to fuck you in front of a mirror so I can see what we look like, so I can watch my cock thrust into the most delicious pussy on the planet. So I can see what your clit and pussy lips look like while I take you from behind.” He sucked her clit between his lips and licked it with his tongue. “I’ll watch you play with yourself. I’ll come so hard I’ll probably pass the fuck out.”

  Her hands drifted up to play with her breasts. “Come here, Hart. My nipples ache for you to suck them. I need your cock deep inside me.”

  Instantly, he crawled up her body and sighed in relief as he buried his length in wet heat. As requested, he attended to her nipples for a long time. He didn’t thrust. Instead, he enjoyed the muscle tension inside her flexing around him as he sucked the dark pink tips.

  Wrapping her hard in his arms, he kissed her, letting her taste her flavor on his lips. When he broke it, he stared down into her face.

  “Marry me, Bailey.”

  “Shut the fuck up, Hart.”

  He grinned. “Marry me. Have my babies, live in my house, push me around, and piss me off…but always love me and let me love you.”

  He’d never seen her eyes so big. “I’ve known you my entire life and I love you because you’re the person I was meant to love. I’ve wasted so much time. I don’t want to waste anymore.”

  “Have you lost your fucking mind, Hart?”

  “I’ll hold you when you want to run and kiss you when you want to yell at me. You can push me around mentally and sometimes I’ll argue just to make you convince me.”

  “Hart…”

  “I’m a slob, I like to sleep late, and I work out all the time because I have to. I watch too much television and I’m a remote hog. Marry me, Bailey.”

  She looked terrified and it only made him smile more.

  “You’re marrying me. You can argue as long as you want but you’re mine, Bailey. You know it. I know it. This pretty pussy knows it. My cock knows it. The world needs to know it.”

  “I don’t think you know what you’re saying, Hart.”

  “I do and you know I do. Look in my eyes, Bailey. You were always able to read me better than my friends, my family, or any person I dated. Tell me what you see.”

  Bailey’s brown eyes stared into his for more than a minute and Hart held her, waiting.

  “You’re…serious.”

  “I’ve never been more serious about anything before. I’ve known you your entire life. I know who you are and what you stand for. I know – finally – who you are to me and it wasn’t as another little sister. You’re the other half of my heart and we both know that isn’t going to change. Let’s get married, Bailey.”

  A slow smi
le broke over her face. “Fine…I’ll marry you. We’ll negotiate the details after you fuck me stupid again.”

  Hart laughed and held her hard as he began shuttling in and out of her body. At her ear, he whispered, “For the first time, I don’t feel like a fucking fool, Bailey.”

  * * *

  Understanding that feeling well, she held him hard and took what she’d wanted for so long. Hart Jamison’s body and, more importantly, his love.

  He’d given her half of his heart and Bailey played for keeps…he was never getting that shit back.

  Epilogue

  Three years later…

  “Harley, you get your easy delivery ass out of my face. I’m so fucking mad at you right now.” Bailey knew she wasn’t being one of those nice women in labor they showed on reality shows and couldn’t give less of a shit.

  She was ready to take somebody out with her bare hands.

  The doctor wouldn’t give her drugs because she wasn’t dilating. Despite the fact that she’d been having hard as fuck contractions for more than twelve hours.

  Everyone who knew her knew she didn’t handle pain. At all.

  To the nice older nurse that reminded her of Angela Lansbury, she hissed, “You get that fucking quack in here and tell him he better figure some shit out right now. I’m losing my temper.”

  “Mrs. Jamison, we can’t give you drugs yet…it will slow down your labor even more. I know you’re uncomfortable but the baby is doing just fine.”

  “I am not uncomfortable! I’m in pain and this is bullshit!” Glaring at her best friend and Regina beside the bed, she added, “You laugh babies into the world so fast they barely have time to grab the little fuckers and this is what I get? Total bullshit, Harley.”

  “I know, I’m sorry. Here’s Hart.” The expression of relief on her face to see her brother return from the bathroom only pissed Bailey off more.

  “You fucking did this and you don’t have to worry about any of the pain or the complete disgusting grossness of it. I’m not fucking anymore!”