Page 53 of Game On

For Troy, anyway.

As for Carly, her relationship with Shane was over and done with. If you could call it a relationship. It was really a one-night stand. Well, actually a two-night stand, but that was just semantics. It was over, whatever it was. She was just having trouble convincing herself to be happy about it.

It was nearly five o’clock and the hallways along the training center were deserted. Shane didn’t bother to hide the slight limp in his gait. He’d just spent a half hour in the whirlpool and now he was hoping to find a trainer to administer some ultrasound to his painful hip. The coaches had already left, and with a little luck, he could find a member of the training staff who wouldn’t talk. His hip hurt, but he could play through the pain. The coaches didn’t need to know a thing.

The tap-tap-tapping of heels along the tile floor alerted him that someone was coming around the corner just before she plowed into him. He wrapped his arms around Carly, steadying her before she could fall.

“Oh!” she said. The skin on her bare arms was soft and warm beneath his fingers. Her familiar scent filled his nostrils. She brushed against him as she tried to regain her balance. His cock sprung to life beneath his cotton gym shorts.

“Hey, Carly,” he said, his voice a bit huskier than he would have liked.

She lifted her eyes up at him and a blush began to creep up her neck to her face as she tried to take a step back. He let her body break contact from his, but he kept his hands cradling her elbows. He’d missed touching her. Hell, he’d missed her. He was out of his depth handling a grieving twelve-year-old. It was too painful reliving emotions he’d long since buried. More than once these past few days, he’d wanted to just talk to her, watch her smile, kiss her.

“Hi,” she replied, biting her bottom lip. “Umm, if you’re looking for Troy, he’s in the commissary with C.J.”

Shane hadn’t been looking for the kid. He’d just texted him and knew he was with C.J. But he wasn’t going to tell Carly that. Hell, she probably thought he should be with the kid 24/7 right now. Besides, she’d just lecture him about his fraternal responsibilities again. Not that he didn’t like the way she looked all hot and bothered.

“He was telling me about the trip you two are taking to your cabin in the mountains. Troy seemed excited. It’ll be good for you both.” Her voice was laced with enthusiasm.

Ah, hell. It seemed he was going to get a lecture anyway. The earnest expression on Carly’s face was nearly his undoing. She thought everything had been worked out, when in reality nothing had changed. It was just delayed. He had to stop her before she got the wrong idea about his relationship with Bruce’s son. She’d only be disappointed again with what she thought was his lack of emotional depth. Better that she not know what really scared Shane.

Fortunately, he knew the perfect way to distract her. Pulling her into an empty training room, he closed and locked the door behind them.

“Does the fact that you’re speaking to me again mean you’re not mad at me anymore?” he asked, backing her up against the door.

“I’m not sure,” she whispered, her eyes round in her beautiful face. He wasn’t listening. The overpowering need for her that should have burnt out several days ago overtook whatever logic existed. Pressing his body against hers, he took her mouth in a ravenous kiss. Her mouth was soft and warm just like he remembered. It tasted like chocolate. He fully expected her to resist him—probably with a knee to the jewels—she’d been so angry with him the other day.

But he was wrong again.

After the briefest hesitation, she kissed him back with the same ferocity. Her fingers found his hair as she gripped his head. Shane’s hands slid beneath her full skirt and they shook as his fingers came in contact with bare leg.

“You’re not wearing underwear!” he breathed against her neck.

“Am too,” she whispered in his ear, just before her teeth nipped at the lobe.

“This I gotta see.”

Lifting her at the waist, he carried her over to the training table while her lips feasted on his neck. He flung her skirt up around her stomach and set her down on the end of the table. She leaned back on her elbows, exposing herself to him, a saucy grin on her face. All the breath left his body at the sight of her. He flopped down on the rolling stool so he was at eye level. A sexy scrap of hot pink lace formed a triangle between her legs. He hooked her knees over his shoulders and wheeled in for a closer look.

“The only thing that could make those sexier would be if they’re edible,” he said, his eyes never leaving the prize.

She gave a husky laugh. “They’re Hanky Pankys and they are definitely not edible.”

“God, you have amazing skin. I missed the taste of it.” He leaned in to run his tongue along a small purple bruise that he had left on her inner thigh the other night. She trembled beneath his lips, a hiss escaping hers.

“Shane, we shouldn’t be doing this. Especially not here.” Too bad her voice lacked any real conviction.

She tried to unhook a leg from his shoulder, but he held her tight. He didn’t want to stop. If she’d objected when they first entered the room, he might have been able to walk away. But she’d kissed him back, stoking the fire inside him with her own roving hands and mouth and her breathy moans. Shane didn’t want her coming to her senses now. He just wanted her to come. So he pushed away the pink lace and sent his tongue in to pleasure her.

Carly sighed softly, but instead of pulling away, she kicked her stiletto sandals to the floor so she could wrap her legs around him. He licked and sucked until she was shaking.

“We can’t do this,” she protested without much vehemence. “You’ll make me scream and everyone will know we’re in here.”

There was no way he was going to stop. His hunger for Carly was insatiable. Focused on possessing her, Shane continued what he was doing. One hand massaged her bottom while the other reached below the table and grabbed a rolled-up towel.

“Here,” he said, tossing the towel at her. “Shove that in your mouth.” He glanced up at her incredulous face. Her eyes were the deep blue color that she got when she was aroused, but there was annoyance there, too. The annoyance turned him on and he returned his mouth to between her thighs. Before she could get a protest out, he found the little nub and sucked on it. She moaned loudly before stuffing the towel in her mouth. Shane might have tried to prolong his feast, but he was excruciatingly hard and he didn’t want to waste time. He needed to get inside her.

She came quickly, a series of spasms rocking her body. Normally he would have taken his time to pleasure her again or at least kiss his way out. But he couldn’t chance her becoming too alert. Standing up so quickly he sent the wheeled stool spinning across the room, he dropped his shorts and his boxer briefs to his ankles and entered her.

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