Out of Bounds(25)

I chuckle at her directness, then groan at her words. She makes me laugh and she turns me on. “Damn shame you haven’t stripped me down.”

“Are you naked now?”

“No, but I also know better than to send a naked selfie.”

She cracks up. “I wasn’t asking for one. But why don’t you tell me what you’re doing . . .”

“My hand is in my shorts now,” I say, as I reach into the waistband and grab my dick. I groan as I stroke. Fuck, it feels good to get some relief, especially as I hear her voice. Besides, this is the only way we can deal with all this f*cking lust. Phone sex—I need it bad now.

“Are you rubbing that fantastic cock of yours?”

I wrap a fist around my hard-on and stroke down to the base, then back up to the head, squeezing at the tip. A jolt of pleasure ripples through my body, and I push my shorts down to my knees, freeing my dick completely from the confines of clothes. “I am. Wishing it were your hand, your mouth, your *.”

“Mmmm,” she says her voice taking on a sexy purr. “I want that too. Tell me what you want most right now.”

I pump faster, harder, desire surging through my body as I answer her.

If you were here right now, I’d get down on my knees.

Worship your body with my tongue.

Bend you over my couch. Raise your ass, lick your * like that.

Make you come on my face.

She moans loudly, and it’s a long, lasting sound. “Oh God, that sounds so hot. I want that so much,” she says breathily, and I picture her hand between her legs right now, her fingers flying, her thighs spread wide.

The images make me harder, as lust rattles through my veins with every rough stroke. “I want to make your legs shake, your knees weak. Want you to tremble as I kiss you between your legs, and f*ck you with my tongue.”

Her breath catches, and her moans turn into a cry.

“Are you f*cking yourself?”

“I am,” she says on a loud pant.

“And you’re picturing what I’m saying?”

“Perfectly.”

I grip tighter, my fist flying. “You want me to eat your sweet little *, don’t you?”

“I want that so much.”

My hand shuttles up and down my length, desire shooting through my body. I punch my hips, f*cking my fist harder and faster. “I’d make you come so f*cking hard, then I’d put you on all fours, and slide into you. I’d take you like that, Dani. I’d f*cking take you so hard.”

She cries out, her sounds telling me she’s nearing the edge. I’m so goddamn close too, and I can’t stop telling her what I want right now.

Grab your hair.

Pull it in my fist.

Grip your hips. Drive into you. Fill you all the way.

Watch your back bow as I f*ck you.

“Oh God, please f*ck me, please f*ck me, please f*ck me,” she says, calling out, crying, chanting, begging, as she comes undone on the phone to the image I painted.

Seconds later, my visions blurs, and an orgasm barrels down my spine, as I come in a powerful release that makes me want her even more.

After I clean up, I laugh lightly and say, “Can I come over now?”

“I wish. I want that so much.”

I sit up straight on the couch, dragging a hand through my hair. I’m at once satisfied and frustrated. “Don’t get me wrong. That was awesome. But I really want the real thing right now.”

She chuckles. “You have a voracious appetite.”

“I do. But I’m also a physical man. That means I like touching you, and it’s killing me when I see you in public to not touch you the way I want. I don’t even mean the dirty stuff, Dani. I mean giving you a kiss when you show up at the whack-a-mole game. Putting my arm around you in between Skee-Ball rounds. Taking your hand in mine as we leave together,” I say, and she sighs softly. It sounds wistful.

“I wish we could do that too.”

A surge of adrenaline courses through me, and I’m ready to rush down the field right now. “Is it really such a bad thing if we were together? I just don’t know that I see it that way,” I say, because I’m not a triple baby daddy to three different moms who just knocked up a fourth girl. Dani’s not a nineteen-year-old fresh-off-the-bus cheerleader. I’m not smashing cars or trashing hotel rooms. I’m just a twenty-six-year-old guy who’s got his shit together and wants to go out with a woman he works with—a woman who has her act together too. That adrenaline fuels me, pushes me on. Maybe it’s the orgasm high, or maybe it’s just reality. But is this so wrong for me to want to at least pursue something with her? My game is on, we’ve played like rock stars, and the way I feel for her hasn’t hurt me on the field at all so far this season. Whatever Dani and I have had so far—clandestine as it is—hasn’t done an ounce of harm. The only issue I see now is the team, and I just don’t think Dani and me are a problem for the Knights. “Did you see how Stuart looked at you, then at me tonight? It was almost like he was pleased,” I say, and I can’t mask the note of hope in my voice. I don’t know that I agree with Jason’s assessment anymore on the risks of being with Dani.

“I did see the look on his face,” she says cautiously.

“But he didn’t seem suspicious. More like curious.”