Down and Dirty (Hot Jocks #5)(25)

My hand ventures south, trailing over the soft skin of her stomach until I reach the button on her jeans. “And this?” I pause, my fingers hovering over the button.

“Yeah. Yes.” She raises onto her knees to help me out.

It’s all the go-ahead I need.

I had no expectations about this happening today. I really just invited her along so I could get to know her better, and maybe to get a female opinion on home furnishings. So this is exceeding all my expectations about our first date.

While I focus on getting Aubree’s pants undone, her hands are everywhere—in my hair, gripping my shoulders, touching the stubble on my jaw, ghosting over my abs. It’s freaking incredible.

I shove her pants down, but our position prevents me from getting them over her hips.

“One sec.” I stand and lift her with me, setting her on her feet only long enough to strip her jeans off.

When she sinks back down onto the couch, I fall to my knees in front of her. She watches me, looking a little unsteady, but her eyes burn with need.

I nudge her knees apart, gliding my hand along the smooth skin of her inner thigh. “You sure this is okay?”

I want my mouth all over her. But even if I’ve thought about eating her pussy for weeks now, I need her to want it too.

Aubree bites her lower lip and nods, watching me with a hooded gaze.

I peel her panties down her legs and groan. She’s perfect. I run my thumb along her smooth pussy, and my dick throbs with agreement. With one hand under her knee and the other gripping her inner thigh, I kiss a path from her hip to the spot between her thighs.

Oh shit, she tastes good.

A rumbled groan escapes my throat. “Fuck . . . you’re . . .” I kiss her again, open-mouthed and hungry, and Aubree moans, her hips jolting.

“Oh . . . wow.” Her voice is raspy, and her fingers clutch my shoulder, her fingernails biting into my skin.

I almost chuckle at her response. One key benefit to still being a virgin? I eat pussy like a fucking Jedi knight.

Sorry, not sorry.

I add one finger, then two, keeping up with the soft strokes of my tongue. Soon, she loses control, grinding her hips against my face and groaning loudly. I love it.

“You taste so good,” I murmur before I give her clit a firm suck.

Aubree’s thighs tremble and she clutches my hair, tugging as she starts to come. I can feel her body gripping my fingers, and my cock pulses against my thigh. Sensation riots through me. I don’t let up until she’s trying to squirm away from me.

“Shit, Landon,” she murmurs, coming down from her high as I gather her in my arms, tug her close to my chest, and kiss her temple. “That was incredible.”

I touch her hair, her cheek. “You’re pretty incredible.”

I’m not sure if she’s self-conscious about what just happened, but Aubree rises to her feet, her face flushed. Pushing my unsettled feelings aside, I help her into her jeans. Once she’s dressed, she lets out a stifled yawn.

I chuckle and tuck her hair behind her ear. “You look sleepy.”

She nods. “Maybe just a little.”

I remember at our dinner the other night, she told me she’s been working extra hours because of a big project she’s spearheading for her boss. “Then let’s get you home.”

“What about that?” She looks down to where my dick is threatening to bust through two layers of fabric to come out to greet her.

“Maybe next time,” I say with a rasp. If I earn it.

Part of me still can’t believe I deserve a girl like her. And yeah, I want her—so badly—but I’m also okay with taking my time. That’s not to say I won’t be jerking it as soon as she’s gone.

She nods. And with another sweet kiss, she knocks down another of my walls.

After Aubree leaves, I fall back onto my bed with a sigh. As hot and eager as I was moments before, now that my apartment is quiet and the heat of the moment has passed, something else has taken up residence in my brain. When I close my eyes, all I can picture is the uncertainty in hers when that appraiser questioned us. Pressing my fingers into my temples, I try to stave off the impending headache I can feel forming.

I had fun with her today, more than I expected to, but that’s not to say everything went smoothly.

Buying her a new car? Stupid. I see that now.

Can I afford it? Yes. But that doesn’t mean it was wise to put a dent in my bank account—and for what? Showing her I was serious about her in a way that words can’t?

The worst part is, I’m not sure she even got that, because I muttered something idiotic about her looking hot in the ride. Which is true, as is the thing I said about the WAGs. All the other players’ wives drive a nice car, and it’s my responsibility to make sure Aubree does too. Call it my grand gesture, or whatever. Simple, right? Except apparently not, because the car sits untouched, gathering dust in the parking garage beneath my building. Good times.

And yet, maybe I’ve learned something in all of this, because what Aubree said has stuck with me. I need to learn to communicate better with my wife if I have any hope of making this marriage work.





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