Page 102 of Risky Game

It was coming. Powerful. So overwhelming it was almost terrifying and he kept pounding, staring down at where he slammed inside of me. He released his hold on one of my hips and his fingers went to my clit.

“Shit. I can’t… I can’t stop…”

“Not yet,” he groaned, tossing me a glare. “Hold it, Ruby.”

Oh God. The pain. The tremble in my thighs and the insane sensations happening inside of me were too much. That hand moved off my clit, pressed to my lower belly, and I screamed, completely forgot reason and where we were, and I clamped down on him to hold it off, but then his pounding increased, hitting that sweet, agonizing spot inside of me, and he finally grunted. “Come.”

And shit. I did. I came like a rocket, throwing my head back into the couch and my entire body writhing with blissed out pleasure that made sparks light up behind my eyelids and sent explosions throughout my limbs. I came, kept coming, while Logan slammed inside of me one more time. He bent forward, braced himself on the bed next to my head, and I turned to bite down on his wrist to silence my screams.

He came then. The swell of his cock filled me and then he pulsed deep inside of me. And holy shit, he was a freaking miracle worker in bed.

My orgasms rolled, one into two, and he played with my clit before throwing me into another all while he stayed sheathed inside of me.

“Too much,” I finally rasped. “Too damn much.”

He huffed a laugh, slowly slid out of me, and then curled me into his chest.

“I had no idea I could orgasm like that,” I admitted, my heart still racing.

He nipped at my ear, and I could feel the smile curling his lips at my cheek. “So what you’re saying is, ‘Damn, Logan. You’re the best I’ve ever had, a literal god in bed.’”

He was teasing.

I absolutely wasn’t when I answered, “Yes, sir.”

“My daddy is the best coach, isn’t he?” Amelia was dancing in circles in the team’s family room.

Sherrie, Logan’s mom, took her hand and spun her in a larger circle. “I think your daddy is the bestest guy in the whole world.”

“Me too!” Amelia sang.

Doug, Logan’s dad, laughed at both of them.

Logan’s mom and dad were in town, and while I’d tried to excuse myself for the weekend so he could have his family time, Logan hadn’t wanted to hear it.

For the last month, the only nights I hadn’t slept in his bed with him were when he was at the hotel on nights before home games and on the three weekends he’d had away games.

I still made sure I was up and out of his room before Amelia woke, but lately, it’d been getting harder to feel okay with all of that.

I pushed my thoughts to the side. My worries. The Steels were currently undefeated six games into the season, and I was officially a football fan in a way I never had been before. I brought Amelia to the home games, where we now mostly watched in the coaches’ suite. And during the away games, she and I were glued to the television.

Every single time the camera panned to Logan and I caught sight of him on the television, scowling or cheering on his team, my stomach warmed. And the nights when he returned? I couldn’t get enough of him. He couldn’t get enough of me, and those bindings were used frequently, along with a few extra purchases he’d made in the last several weeks.

Molly came to my side. She didn’t come to all the games since she was pregnant and had to wrangle the two kids, but she’d been there today, for me, so I didn’t have to sit alone with Logan’s parents. “How are things going?”

“Good,” I said, but I couldn’t keep the worry out of my tone.

Jassen still wasn’t thrilled I was dating, or rather, sleeping with his coach since we still hadn’t had an actual date. He wasn’t mad, or at least he didn’t take it out on me, but he wasn’t pleased, and he made that known. He hadn’t told anyone, though, but our secret was getting harder to keep.

I’d now met and loved several players’ and coaches’ wives. We now acted like a family at home, eating dinners together. There was no more running off, sneaking away for him to have alone time with Amelia. And yet, he hadn’t broached the topic of telling anyone. Not even discussing it with the coaches or management to see if there was a problem. The season started and Logan went into tunnel vision. It was the same issue he told me about with his ex-wife. I didn’t blame him at first. Expected it. But the more I spent around the coaches’ wives asking me if there was a man in my life, hiding it was harder. Making me lonelier. I was now lying to people I cared about, and that was the only reason why Logan told Jassen in the first place.

Yet every time I tried to broach the topic with him, he told me, “Later. We’ll talk about it later.”

The door to the family room opened, and Dawson Butler stormed in. The man was intimidating. Not only because of his large muscular size and his untamed long dark hair. The man moved like a lion and only had smiles for his girlfriend, Hailey.

Like she’d been expecting him, she turned to him and smiled. That smile vanished as he prowled to her, and the entire room went silent. A tension filled the air, and as I gave a quick glance around, everyone had noticed.

We were all staring at Dawson and the way he’d commanded every single person’s attention with his presence and aura alone.

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