Penetrate: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (Alpha Athletes) by Violet Paige

nipples with both hands, twisting and pulling them while he pumped in and out of me. His teeth sunk into my shoulder. His full body was pressed against me. I’d never felt anything so intimate and close as he pushed inside me—our bodies aligned in the most erotic position. The pillows gave me the most amazing angle—he hit me with bursts of pleasure each time his hard shaft spiked inside me again.
    I reached for his hands holding my breasts.
    “I’m going to come, Pierce. It’s so much. So close …”
    I fought for a ragged breath. I fought for something steady, but Pierce pumped in and out, his lips and teeth moving along my shoulders. His hands squeezing the zones on my breasts that ran an electric current straight to my clit.
    “Please,” I begged.
    He grunted in my ear. “You’re fucking mine, Sierra. Fucking mine. Do you hear me?”
    “God, yes!” I screamed as he pushed deep, hilting his cock inside me.
    “Come with me, baby,” he demanded. “Come on my dick.”
    And I let go. I let my body take over. I let the adrenaline and the ecstasy guide me. I let Pierce have me. Take me. Fuck me. And it was the most glorious orgasm of my life. The one when I finally let go and gave my body to someone else.

    * * *
    O nce , maybe twice my eyes opened during the night and I remembered what happened between Pierce and me. His arm was heavy over my chest and I smiled, listening to the way he inhaled and exhaled while he slept.
    It was effortless as my breathing matched the same rhythm. I’d never felt so connected to another person. So complete and fulfilled lying in the dark. I liked the weight of his forearm covering me. I liked how he held me with strong arms, as if he were ready to protect me at any cost. Maybe it was silly—we’d only been together one night, but I felt it just the same as if we had been together for weeks or months.
    Part of me was still in disbelief. Part of me was mesmerized. Part of me was shocked at what I agreed to do. And part of me was completely pleased with myself for going through with it. Sex with Pierce was amazing and epic. Tomorrow things might be confusing. They might be awkward. But right now before a new storm struck, it all felt worth it. I sighed lightly, snuggling against him as I fell asleep again.

Chapter Eleven

Pierce
    I could hear my phone buzzing. I didn’t bother to open my eyes while I stumbled to my feet searching for it.
    “Ouch!”
    “Oh shit.” I looked over my shoulder. I had forgotten about Sierra and she tumbled from the bed, half-wrapped in the sheet, while her bare legs flew in the air. She hit the floor with a thump. It was hard sleeping two people in a twin bed.
    “Sorry. Shit. Sorry. Where’s my phone?”
    I could hear it, but I couldn’t find it. The buzzing was like an annoying insect.
    She knelt on the floor. “Here. Jeans pocket.”
    She handed the cell to me, brushing the hair from her face. It was completely disheveled in that hot as hell I-was-fucked-properly-last-night way. I grinned remembering how sexy she was on her knees sucking my cock last night, until I looked at the name on my phone.
    Shit. It was Eric. Complete buzz kill.
    “Hey,” I answered quickly.
    “We have a game time. Took the committee forever, but we have one.”
    “Oh, really?” The blinds were drawn and I didn’t know if the rain had stopped.
    “In order to fit in all of the matches from yesterday we have to get on the court early. I need you and Scott to be there in an hour.”
    “An hour?” I was disoriented. Everything about last night was still lingering on me. I could still taste her. I could feel her on my skin. It was dark in Sierra’s room.
    “It’s shitty, but you don’t get a full hour for warm ups. We have to make due with the time we have. The Italians are probably already there.”
    I looked over my shoulder at Sierra. She had climbed back onto the bed and pulled the sheet to her chest. Why was she covering up those fucking amazing tits of