Holy Smokes!

Chapter 8Holy Smokes!

Heron~We won, and everyone was feeling the victory, only I just wanted to see Eliza. When I’d given her the details of her tickets, seats, and whatnot, I had also given her permission to come onto the field if we won. Only family or girlfriends were allowed to do that, but she had still agreed to do it, even knowing that her friends weren’t going to be able to join us, and that had given me hope.With congratulations still happening everywhere around us, before Eliza, I would have immediately begun making my way to the locker room with the rest of the single guys. However, as soon as I spotted her making her way across the field, I jogged over to her, way too happy to see her walking towards me.The second that I was within arm’s reach of the woman, I grabbed her hips, then lifted her until her arms were wrapped around my neck and her legs were wrapped around my waist. It felt good and right. She felt good and right, and it was going to be a bitch to set her back down.“So, what did you think of your first rugby match?” I asked, grinning at the beautiful girl.“I think you guys are insane,” she chuckled softly.“But did you like the game?” I asked, ignoring the obvious.“I did,” she answered, still grinning and making no effort to get down. “Coops and Ranger had a good time, too.”“Good.” I dropped a quick kiss on her nose. “Maybe you guys can make the rest of the games, though the season is almost over.”“Can we skip the jumbotron?”I laughed. “That was Sean’s doing. Do you want to meet the guys?”She shook her head shyly. “Not yet.”That had me scowling a bit. “No?” If she wasn’t willing to meet my teammates, then that wasn’t a good sign.“Can we go somewhere to talk?” she asked hesitantly, and that really had my heart dropping to my knees.“Sure, baby.”Setting her down, I grabbed her hand, then led her towards the tunnel. I waved and acknowledged fans and some of my teammates as we searched for some privacy, but I didn’t stop to talk to anyone. Eliza had sounded serious about wanting to talk, and I didn’t think that I could wait until later to hear her out. I could only pray that she wasn’t trying to end things already.When we reached one of the storage closets, I checked to see if it was open, and when the doorknob turned with no effort, I walked us inside what was clearly the laundry room, what with all the towels and extra jerseys piled neatly on the shelves.I shut the door behind me, making sure to lock it. “Is everything okay?”“I just…after seeing my face on the jumbotron, I thought I should ask you what…what is this?” she answered, still sounding a bit unsure. “I mean…what’s…uhm…”“What are my intentions?” I asked, my brows raised, trying to understand the woman’s babbling.Eliza nodded. “Is this casual, serious, or a satisfying-your-curiosity kind of thing?”That had my head rearing back a bit. “What’s a satisfying-your-curiosity kind of thing?”She shrugged. “I don’t know. You saw a chick that can’t bake with a baking channel, so you just want to see if the crazy ones really are great in bed.”I just stared at her.What in the hell?After a few seconds, I asked, “Are you serious?”Eliza looked at me like I was the crazy one. “It’s a valid question.”“If I just wanted a one-night stand or to satisfy a curiosity, then I wouldn’t have invited you and your friends to one of my matches, Eliza,” I informed her. “Same thing goes for if I was only looking for something casual with you. My teammates are like family to me, so I don’t introduce them to just anyone.”Unimpressed with my statement, she asked. “So…you want to date?”Christ, the woman was maddening. “Yeah, I thought…I thought I’d been pretty clear about that.”Still unimpressed, she asked, “So, what all does dating imply for you?”I eyed the woman back. “What?”“Well, there’s a difference between dating someone and seeing them,” she explained.“And what is that difference?” I asked. “Because I thought they were the same thing.”“Dating implies the freedom to date other people,” she said, scrambling my brain a bit. “Seeing someone implies monogamy.”“I don’t think that’s a real thing, Eliza,” I told her. “I’ve never heard those distinctions.”She shrugged again. “Well, that’s the difference.”I stepped to her until her back was pressed up against one of the shelves with the towels on it. “Well, in that case, we’re seeing each other,” I clarified for her. “The fuck if I’m going to let you date other men.”“So…that would make you my boyfriend if that’s the case,” she said, speaking to me as if I were slow in the head or something. “You do realize that, right?”“Yeah,” I answered. “I’m very aware.” Sliding my right hand around the side of her neck, I added, “And that makes you my girlfriend.”“Are you sure about this, Heron? I mean…full disclosure, I can be a lot sometimes.”“Baby, I don’t give a fuck,” I informed her. “I want you badly enough that I will take you any way that I can get you; crazy or sane.”“Heron?”“Yeah?”“Do you consider this our third date?”“Yes, I do,” I answered honestly.Eliza nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, I was thinking the same thing.”My thumb started running back and forth over her jaw. “What does it matter?”“Well…because there’s a three-date rule,” she mumbled quietly.My entire body stilled.Sweet Baby Jesus, thank you.*****Eliza~“Are you sure?” Heron asked after a few seconds. “You need to be sure, baby?”The man was sweaty, dirty, and still in his uniform. Oh, yeah, I was more than sure. Maybe it was stupid to give in so easily just because he’d given me the answer that I’d wanted, but I didn’t care right now. Right now, I was letting Coops bad advice keep me from doing the sensible thing, like wait until we got to his place or mine to do this.“Yeah, I’m sure,” I answered, sounding a bit breathless.His green eyes flared as he stared down at me. “You need to get fucked, Eliza?”Unashamed, I answered, “More than you can possibly know.”Heron’s eyes narrowed a bit. “If you think that I’m going to let you use me to get off, then you’re very mistaken, woman.” His dark voice sent a shiver down my spine. “You’re my girlfriend, and that’s the only way that I’m going to let you ride my dick, Eliza.”“Yeah, okay,” I said, my hands reaching for his waist.“Say it,” he ordered.“Say what?”“That you’re mine,” he elaborated. “I want to hear you say that you’re mine.”“I’m yours,” I quickly replied, not trying to play coy at all.“Say it again,” he demanded as I felt his other hand slide beneath my shirt.“I’m yours.”“You’re my what?”“I’m your girlfriend,” I answered.“And what does that mean?” he asked, my breath hitching as I felt his hand cup my breast.“That you’re the only one,” I whispered over the pleasure, hoping that it was the right answer.“And you’re the only one for me, Eliza,” he said, his green orbs flaring with desire. “From the second that I saw your second video, you’ve been the only one, baby.”“Heron…” I moaned softly.“You like that?”His hand was kneading my breast expertly, a clear sign that this man knew his way around the female form. He wasn’t groping at me blindly. No. He was feeling everything about me.Before I could beg for more, Heron’s lips were on mine, and he swallowed a throaty moan that felt like it’d come from deep inside my soul. My arms were up and around his neck, holding on for dear life, though our height difference was posing a challenge.As if he could read my mind, his hands quickly found their way back to my hips, the man lifting me like I weighed nothing. With my legs wrapped around his waist, I felt him hard and ready between my legs, and the fact that I could feel him through the denim of my jeans had me wondering what in the hell was he packing in his shorts.Breaking off the kiss, he said, “If you don’t want our first time to be in this laundry closet, then you’d better say something now, Eliza.”“Here’s fine,” I panted against his lips. “I’m not a fancy girl.”Heron groaned. “You’re killing me, baby.”“I want you, Heron,” I said, refusing to play games.“Oh, you’ve got me, Eliza Dodger,” he replied. “You’ve got me like you can’t imagine.”“Prove it,” I ordered.“With pleasure,” he replied before walking us over to a folding table.Setting me down on my feet, I almost combusted when Heron turned me around, grabbed the back of my neck, then pinned me to the table. My hands gripped the edge of the metal as Heron used his free hand to undo my jeans. While I didn’t need roses or soft music in the background, this was something totally new, and I was nowhere near complaining.“I hope you don’t think that we’re going to be done after this, Eliza,” he growled behind me. “As soon as we leave here, we’re going to my place where I can worship you properly.”“I don’t think anyone’s ever worshipped me before,” I whimpered as cool air hit my ass.“Well, then you’re in for one hell of a night, baby,” he promised as his hand came down on my left ass cheek, the slapping sound vibrating throughout the room. “I’m not going to let up until you forget that other men even exist.”My body clenched as his words hit my chest. “Please…” was all I could say.When I felt his fingers slide up in between my thighs, I couldn’t stop the desperate moan that escaped. I was soaked, and I wasn’t even embarrassed about it. I couldn’t remember ever being so turned on before, and I prayed that the man wasn’t going to end up all talk.“Fuck, you’re drenched,” he hissed as two of his fingers slid easily inside me. “How badly do you need to cum, Eliza?”“How badly do you need to make me cum, Heron?” I countered.“More than I need to take my next breath,” he answered darkly. “More than I need to do anything else on this planet, baby.”“Heron?”“Yeah?”“When we get back to your place, I’m going to worship you, too,” I informed him, my breaths turning into choppy pants of desperation.Heron removed his fingers, and it wasn’t seconds later that I felt the blunt head of his cock running up and down my pussy lips. Every time that he hit my clit, I wanted to scream for more. I was ready, and the foreplay really wasn’t necessary right now. I was dripping down my legs, for Christ’s sakes.“Tell me you want me,” he ordered. “Tell me you want my cock, Eliza.”“I want you,” I quickly complied. “I want all of you, Heron.”His chest covered my entire back as I felt his breath next to my ear. “Are you ready to get fucked, baby?”“Yes,” I choked out, ready to lose my mind.“When I carry you out of this room, everyone’s going to know why.”Before I could say anything to that, Heron was ramming his entire length inside me, and I was biting down on my arm to keep from screaming the building down. He had to be the size of a baseball bat with how full I felt, regardless of how wet I was.“Eliza, are you okay?” he asked, silently asking me if he could move.I nodded. “Heron, please…”Twenty minutes later, Heron was carrying me out of the laundry room, my body a spent mess, and I didn’t even care if everyone knew that I’d just been fucked to within an inch of my life.In fact, I wanted him to do it again.