Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIX

Jordy

Yawning, I cup my junk and walk into the darkened kitchen.

I saw ten o’clock, then eleven. Now midnight, and sleep is still evading me.

I never sleep well the night before a game, but tonight it’s not pregame nerves preventing me from sleep, it’s her.

Lola.

The stunning blonde sleeping under the same roof as me this evening.

I must have lost my goddamn mind when I offered her one of my guest bedrooms. However, I couldn’t let her check into a hotel when I have three spare bedrooms. At least this way, I know she’s safe, and somewhere Graham can’t get to her.

Although maybe she would be safer at a hotel because I got a taste of her earlier when I licked her neck, and I swear to fuck, all it did was make me crave her more.

Then in the bedroom, I almost kissed her.

Glad I didn’t.

Wished I had.

Wished she didn’t work for the Eagles.

It’s stupid of me to want her.

Wrong of me.

And yet, for some unfathomable reason, I do.

I can’t seem to stop myself.

And it’s not a new thing either. It’s a feeling that’s been building for a few weeks.

I couldn’t act on those feelings then, and I still can’t now.

I let out a frustrated breath, pull open the fridge, narrowing my gaze from the brightness of the inside light, and grab a bottle of water.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Lola’s voice cuts through the silence of the open plan living space, making me whip around, my heart now leaping like a jumping bean.

I give a slight shake of my head and throw my hand to my chest. “Fucking hell, Lola. You scared me.”

“Sorry.” She chuckles.

I take a moment to answer. “No, I couldn’t sleep.”

“Me either.”

What little light there is reveals her small silhouette sitting on the floor beside the window.

I shut the fridge, plummeting us into almost darkness again, and walk over to join her where she’s made herself at home between two pieces of furniture as she looks out over the city.

“Are you warm enough?” I ask before I get comfortable, stretching out my legs and crossing my ankles.

She pats the floor. “I am. You have underfloor heating. Very cool.”

Tugging at the hem of my shirt she’s wearing to pull it down her toned thighs, she covers herself up which I’m sort of wishing she wouldn’t do because she has great legs.

My dick throbs at the sight of her wearing my clothes. My tee shirt drowns her and is more like a dress, the hem now just below her knees.

And there goes that dick twitch yet again.

Fucking hell . I want to ask it why it’s not been interested in anyone else, and trust me I’ve had plenty of offers and opportunities, only for it now to suddenly be all about Lola.

Just her.

No one else.

When we really can’t happen. I would never do anything to jeopardize my position on the team.

I should fix this and not make things awkward between us.

“Lola, I’m sorry about earlier. My actions and the things I said to you were inappropriate.” Meant them though.

“I’m not sorry,” she admits, surprising me. “I was flattered.” Laying her hand against the window, she says something very un-Lola-like. “The glass feels a little cold though. I’m not sure I like the idea of having sex against it.”

“Smart ass.”

“I’m more of a warm surface person.” She pats the floor again.

“Of course you are.” The pair of us laugh and turn our attention to the dark cityscape. “It’s stopped snowing,” I state.

“It’s so pretty. If I lived here, I’d never get any work done. I’d be staring at the view all day.”

I’d never get anything done if she lived here. She’d be a huge distraction for me and my dick.

“Where are you going to live? Have you figured that out yet?” I ask.

“I messaged Kali and told her about Graham.” She then pinches her fingers together to signify an inch of space. “I told her a little white lie that I was staying in a hotel for the night.”

Penthouse apartments are great places to hide secrets and people, it would seem, no one will ever know she stayed here.

“What did she say?”

“Wade called me and said I should stay at his place until I find something of my own.” She sighs. “So, that’s one less thing to worry about for now.”

“That’s great news.”

“It is, but it sucks. I feel like I've gone backward in my life.”

“Sometimes you have to just roll with the punches, Lola. Graham wasn’t right for you.”

Resting her head against the window, she sighs again. “Breakups suck.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” I grab the bottle of water I placed on the floor, twist the cap open, and take a sip.

“Staying with Wade will buy me some time to figure my life out, I guess.”

I hate that she’ll be staying with another man, but I know she said that she didn’t have any feelings toward Wade, and I believe her.

“A life reset?” I suggest.

“That’s a good way to look at it, and I've decided I’m not going to create a new vision board for next year. Nothing has gone to plan.”

“You have over two weeks of the year left, Lola. Close the chapter on this year and create a new vision board starting now. Do that instead.” I know it will make her feel better.

I’ve never made a vision board before, but I have goals I want to smash next year. Being injured last season taught me a valuable lesson. I need a backup plan, which I need to speak to my agent, Leon, about. I have a sense of what that looks like, but I’m not sure how to execute it.

“I like that idea.” She takes a sip of her own bottle of water she must have helped herself to.

As if she’s stayed here before, I like how comfortable she’s made herself in my home. It feels natural, like she belongs.

With optimism in my voice, I say, “Your new chapter begins now. It’s your time to start again.”

“My new beginning.”

“A do-over,” I try to reassure her. “It’ll all work out. You’ll survive, and living with Wade will be great. His house is fucking A.”

“Eh, hello, have you seen this place?” Waving her hand around, she gestures to my penthouse, which is swanky as fuck.

I’m a lucky bastard.

“I know it’s cool, but I don’t have a pool or a cinema, do I?” My voice drips with insincere envy.

“Oh, boohoo, you poor thing. You’re practically living in squalor.” The corners of her mouth turn down, feigning sadness.

I counter with an over-exaggerated sigh. “Awful really. The view is hideous.”

She breaks into playful laughter. “It’s the worst.”

I love that even though her heart is broken, she’s still managing to show me slivers of her sunny personality.

Sitting in contented silence, I know she’s lost in her thoughts as if contemplating her future.

“I think I’m going to be okay,” she finally whispers. “Living with Wade might be a bit odd to begin with, but we’ll learn to live together.”

“Everything will work out, you’ll see. Someone better will come along.” Hopefully, not too soon.

Part of me wishes that it might be me.

Shut up, Jordy.

Not. Happening. Ever.

I ignore my wayward thoughts and add, “Thinking time and space at Wade’s is exactly what you need.”

Lola nods in agreement before sharing her next update with me. “I texted Graham and told him it’s completely over between us, that I never want to see him again, and I’ll be over after he closes the shop to pick up my things.”

Confused, I flinch. “Wait, I thought we said we were leaving here at eight in the morning.”

“Duh, but he doesn’t know that, does he? He will definitely go to work now.”

“Diversion. Clever girl.” I tap the side of my nose.

“He’s made me look like a fool for so long. It’s time I played him at his own game.”

He must have lost his mind. It’s the only explanation for cheating on this sensational woman. If she was mine, I would hold on to her so tight and never let her go. She’s a catch and a half, with a side order of amazingness, and she’s sexy… so fucking sexy, it’s almost too painful to look at her without getting a hard on.

“No one will think you’re a fool, Lola. He’s the idiot.” I want to say he’s a motherfucking piece of shit for cheating on her but restrain myself.

She bites her trembling bottom lip. “Doesn’t stop the doubts he’s implanted into my brain, and I feel so stupid, Jordy.” The tears she’s been holding in since we left Wade’s spill down her cheeks. “I’m not stupid,” she stutters, her chest heaving.

I move in, and without any protest from her, grab her waist and clumsily lift her off the floor, into my lap, forcing her to straddle me, ignoring how my cock reacts as her pussy lines up perfectly with my boxer-covered dick.

She feels so tiny in my arms.

And good.

“Let it all out, Lola,” I coo, rocking her.

“I hate him.”

“I know you do.” Running my hand up and down her back, I let her get it all out, hating how broken he made her feel.

Crying into the crook of my neck, her tears wet my skin, and I can't shake the feeling that her being here tonight is meant to happen for a reason. It feels right. Which is complete bullshit. I know she’s only here because she needed a place to sleep for the night.

Her sobs subsiding, I lean out of our embrace and try soothing her with my words. “Let this be the moment you fucking rise above, Lola. Make him see what he’s lost.” Brushing my thumb across her cheek, I wipe her tears away.

I fucking hate it when girls cry, hate it more when men make girls cry. It’s the worst feeling knowing I can’t take it all away with the flick of a magic wand, but I still wish I could.

I’m not a violent man, and I don’t even know Graham, but what I would do to that guy if I had five minutes alone with him. For a start, I would knock out his vanity teeth Lola said she paid for. Maybe then I would feel better.

Cradling her beautiful face, I remind Lola what she said to me in my truck. “You have a big fucking heart too. It might take longer than you’d like for it to heal.”

“There’s no place in my heart for him anymore.” She bows her head, making my hands squish her face.

“You say that, but it’s normal to still love him.”

Her eyes snap up to meet mine. “I really do hate him, Jordy.”

I push her hair off her forehead and tuck a lock of it behind her ear. “That’s okay, but you might change your mind in a few days. You discovered your fiancé screwing another woman less than twenty-four hours ago, so you’re allowed to hate him, but don’t hate him for too long. Forgetting him is a much healthier way to help you move on. Hate will poison you from the inside out. It doesn’t matter how much you feel like he betrayed you or how humiliated you feel, don’t let him take control of your emotions.” I wish I could take all her pain and self-doubt away. “I want you to heal your heart, and when you’re ready, give it to someone who deserves it because he didn’t.”

Enjoying having her in my lap, I want to draw out this moment for longer than I should.

“And you’re a beautiful man, Jordy Miller, with a big heart. Give yours to someone who deserves it, because Sienna didn’t.”

“I didn’t ask her to stay,” I admit out loud for the first time ever.

“You shouldn’t have had to. Did she ask you to go with her?” Lola’s red-rimmed eyes question.

“No.” I pause before adding, “She actually pushed me to sign my extension.”

“Maybe it was her way of telling you goodbye in the nicest possible way.” She’s right, maybe that was kinder than telling me she’d fallen out of love with me. “Your life is awesome without her in it, Jordy.”

I slide my hand off Lola’s face and place both palms on her outer thighs. Her exposed skin feels soft compared to my rough hands. “And you are better off alone than with someone who doesn’t know how to love you like he should.”

She nods slowly, maintaining eye contact.

Lola’s breathing hitches before she whispers, “Your hands are on my thighs.”

“You feel good.”

“You smell good,” she tells me licking her lips before gifting me with a flirty smile.

“You like my aftershave?”

“I do.”

I trace circles with my fingertips over her thigh. She shivers, goosebumps appearing across her skin.

“That feels nice, Jordy.”

“Yeah?” I do it some more.

She catches me off guard when she reaches up and runs her finger along my bottom lip, making my cock thicken and I know she feels it too when her pupils dilate. “You have a great mouth. I thought you were going to kiss me earlier,” she says.

I audibly gulp loud enough to make it echo. “It’s all I’ve thought about since I went to bed. I like your mouth too.” I admit.

Pulling her closer, her pussy rubs against my cock, making the blood rush to the head, and she gasps, which is like a melody to my fucking ears.

“I like your eyes,” she mutters, grinding herself against me, whimpering when she does.

“Lola.” My tone is a stern warning, but I don’t stop her intentional hip tilts that cause my dick to become fully erect.

“Jordy.” She uses the same tone, moving her lips closer to my mouth.

My restraint gets tossed to the fire, burning to ashes when she covers my hands with hers and moves them to cup her bare ass.

I dig my fingers deep into her flesh, encouraging her to rub herself against me. “Fuck.” I hiss, my heart pounding as she dry humps me.

It’s so wrong to take advantage of her after what she’s been through, but a wicked side of me wants to take everything my body’s been craving while helping her forget the cheating bastard who broke her heart.

Unable to stop myself, I slide my hands up under the hem of her shirt to discover she isn’t wearing any panties. “Jesus Christ, Lola.”

She grins, before stating the obvious, “I’m naked under your shirt. I wasn’t expecting you to get up in the middle of the night.”

Graced with the knowledge that the only thing separating her pussy from my cock is the thin cotton of my boxers, I groan, desperate to be inside of her.

If we step over the invisible barrier that’s been holding us back all night, I’ll never be able to stop having her in the way I could only ever dream about.

Her sweet breath dusts against my mouth. “I have a solution that might help you sleep, Jordy.”

“Yeah? What’s that?” My voice sounds strained, shocked by how confident she’s being with me.

“Kiss me and find out.”

I’m desperate to do that, but at what cost? Can I risk my position on the team all for just one kiss? Although, I know it won’t be just one kiss, because I’ve wanted her like this for a while now, but she was spoken for, and I knew that was impossible. But now she’s here, grinding herself into me, soaking my boxers in her arousal, begging me to kiss her and my conscience is ping ponging back and forth, trying to decide to do what’s right and stop this or live recklessly for once in my goddamn boring life and have a night of fun. Because I don’t plan on telling anyone about us if we do cross the line together.

I finally reply, “If I kiss you, we can’t tell anyone and just know that I might not ever want to stop or let you go.” My eyes flutter shut and roll back when she does this crazy circular motion with her hips, making precum leak from the slit of my cock.

“I might want you to keep me,” she says in a low, sultry voice as she strokes her fingers down my abs and presses a kiss on the side of my jaw.

All the reasons we shouldn’t be doing this crumble away and all I can think about is having her in any way I can.

“Fuck it.” Crashing my lips against hers, my greedy tongue pushes into her mouth. It’s messy, rushed and filthy, loud and desperate. Hungry and oh, so, fucking perfect.

Lola threads her hands into my hair, digging her nails into my scalp, as if she can’t get enough of me, while slanting her mouth over mine. Our tongues lick and taste each other for the first time, enjoying every hot fucking minute as she grinds into me, making my cock throb from the need to be inside of her.

“I want you, Lola,” I mumble against her mouth. I’ve never wanted anyone so fucking bad in all my life. “I’m so fucking hard for you.”

“I want you too. So much,” she admits between our desperate kisses.

“I want to fuck your dickhead ex out of your system, baby. Let me help you forget.” I'll make her feel so good, she'll forget what heartache ever felt like.

“Yes, do it, Jordy.”

I wrap my arm around her waist to flip us over and continue kissing the shit out of her.

Her needy hips beg for more attention, lacing her legs around my hips to rub herself against me. “Shit, yes,” I hiss into her mouth, our kisses becoming more frantic and feral by the second.

Grabbing the hem of her tee shirt, I pull it up, but I’m too lost in the moment to appreciate her perfect breasts, and drop my lips to her pebbled nipple, biting it before I flick it with my tongue.

I rise to my knees, breaking our connection, and I take a moment to devour her with my gaze.

Her blonde hair fanned out against the black flooring, she’s petite and has a tiny waist I can wrap my hands around sloping to slightly flared hips, perfect tits, not too big and not small, just right, she’s fucking gorgeous.

Dropping my gaze further, I can’t help licking my lips at the sight of her pussy. A little triangle of light hair pointing to her swollen lips I want to slide my tongue between and taste her clit.

“You’re fucking beautiful, baby.”

She reaches down to cup my dick over my boxers, strokes me, then massages my balls, and I almost explode, my dick leaking even more and soaking the fabric.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” I stutter, groaning loudly like a wild, starved animal.

Which I am—after all, a man’s gotta eat. And when it comes to Lola, I want to savor her, indulging as if the fate of the world depends on it.

“As much as you like the underfloor heating.” I place my hand over hers and rub them both over my erection. “I’m not fucking you here, Lola. I want you in my bed, where I can look after you all night long.” I reluctantly pull her up to a sitting position. “Stand up,” I command, sounding surer than I feel.

Doing as she’s instructed, as soon as we’re both on our feet, I lift her into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, and I’m hurrying to my bedroom.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I’m praying she doesn’t change her mind.

“I want you, Jordy,” she confirms, then her lips are on mine again.

And I want her too.

We’ll be each other’s dirty little secret.