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

hers?
    “I don’t think they are,” I mumbled. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.
    “How do you know that?” he asked.
    I shrugged my shoulders. “Say it’s a fucking hunch, ok?”
    “I’m going to call Scott next. Get your shit together and I’ll see you two there.”
    “Got it.”
    I hung up and tossed the phone on the end of the bed.
    Sierra’s gaze was almost indescribable. What was it? Regret? Sadness? Remorse? I couldn’t tell.
    “That was Eric. We have a game time,” I explained.
    “Why hasn’t anyone called me?” Her voice sounded as if it were on auto-pilot. At that moment, her phone rang and she pulled it from her purse.
    “Hello?” She listened as if it was the first time she was receiving the information. “Si, si.”
    She hung up and spun to face me.
    “I guess we better get ready to go,” she spoke softly. “That was Paulo.”
    But I stood there, facing her. Not ready to move. Not ready for what happened between us to be something that was hidden on the sidelines. I didn’t know what I wanted. Only that one night wasn’t enough. Pretending it didn’t happen wasn’t ok with me.
    I didn’t want to show up at the match and see her dressed in Italian green. I didn’t want her to help Sergio and Paulo when she should be on Team USA.
    “Sierra …” I didn’t know how to start or finish what I was thinking or feeling.
    “Neither one of us has much time.”
    I saw her hair fall gently on her shoulders and I almost lost it. I wanted her. I wanted her to be mine.
    “We aren’t going into that match today like this,” I tugged the sheet from her hands, until it fell from her body and landed at her feet.
    “What do you mean?” She instantly planted her hands on her breasts, but I slid them to the side of her body, exposing her creamy skin.
    I stared at her nipples, how they perked into hard tiny buds for me.
    “What I mean is when I look over on the sideline, I want to know you’re mine. If you have to wear those damn colors and pull for another country, then at least you can be mine.”
    “Ohh.” I heard her breath hitch. “At the very least,” she agreed.
    I saw the recognition in her eyes.
    God, she was fucking amazing.
    “But …”
    “Shh.” I pressed my thumb to her bottom lip, before pushing it into the warmth of her mouth.
    She instinctively sucked, and my dick flinched in response.
    “Ten minutes. That’s all,” I promised.
    I wanted more than ten minutes. I wanted more than twenty. But there was a line between getting what I wanted and not letting my team down.
    I cupped her breast with a squeeze. My hands coasted over her hips and made a straight line between her legs. She was already wet. I grinned, prying her folds apart. She whimpered at the contact, but stood still while I pumped a finger inside her.
    Her head rocked back as her hips jutted forward. With a quick twist I maneuvered her toward the bed, planting her back on the mattress and spreading her knees wide. I didn’t waste any time rolling a condom over my shaft. I pushed the tip between her legs and heard her sigh as I slid inside her.
    It was supposed to be fast and quick. I wanted to fuck her so she knew who owned her on that court today. That’s how it was supposed to go.
    But with that sweet little sound from her lips I wanted to give her something else. Her eyes looked into mine and I knew something was different.
    A quick fuck wasn’t supposed to feel like this. It wasn’t supposed to “feel” like anything.
    I pulled out of her, rubbing my cock over her clit before sliding inside her again.
    She moaned and I settled between her legs before I kissed her. Her tongue was sweet and did this cute little swirl thing that felt like sin on my dick last night.
    I took my time, pushing inside her with a slow certain stroke that drew a whimper from those damn kissable lips. She bucked as I reached the point of intensity that sent her over the edge.
    “Fuck, you feel amazing, Sierra,” I