False Start: A Fake Dating Sports Romance (Red Zone Rivals)

“I just don’t think he’s going to react well to this,” Madelyn said as I shut the door to her house behind us, immediately pinning her against it and continuing my assault of kisses along her neck.

“Well, that’s too bad for him.” I nipped at her bottom lip, and she moaned when I slid my thigh between hers.

“He’s more powerful than you give him credit for.”

“He’s an ass cactus.”

That made her laugh, and I breathed the sound in as I pulled her into my arms and carried us toward the kitchen.

I froze when I saw the babysitter on the couch, a book splayed in her lap and an amused smile on her lips.

“Oh shit,” Madelyn cursed, slipping out of my arms and fixing her dress and hair as much as she could. “Sorry, Anna.”

Anna smiled, marking the spot in her book with a bookmark before she uncurled her legs and stood. “Nothing to apologize for. I was just reading about a kiss like that. I’m a bit jealous.”

She reminded me of Giana — except Anna was about twenty years older than us and not quite as spunky as my agent.

“Bas is asleep,” she said, tucking her book into a large purse that she slung over one shoulder. “Has been for hours now.”

“Thank you,” I said as she passed us, and Madelyn gave her a hug before pulling a one-hundred-dollar bill out of her purse to pay. Anna assured her it was too much, but Madelyn wouldn’t accept anything less.

Once Anna was gone, Madelyn looked at me with cheeks as red as a fire engine.

“What? Embarrassed you got caught making out with your fiancé?” I teased, sweeping her into my arms once more.

She groaned and shook her head, covering it with her hands. “We probably scarred her.”

“Nah, she thought we were cute.”

“You think everyone thinks we’re cute.”

“Because we are. You still tired?” I asked as I slid her ass onto the kitchen counter, wedging myself between her legs. My hands slid up the outside of her thighs to the hemline of her dress, shoving it up just a few inches before I stopped.

I wanted nothing more than to take her right now, to hear my fiancée whimper before she came undone.

But she had been yawning all night, exhausted from the week she’d had, and if she needed sleep, I’d gladly tuck her into bed and cuddle her.

“Yes,” she answered honestly, but her arms wound around my neck, her hands sliding into my hair. “But I don’t want you to stop touching me.”

I licked my bottom lip, shoving her dress up higher until the fabric snagged where her ass was on the counter. She lifted enough for me to take it higher, over her hips, and I kissed her hard and long and with pure intention as I ran my hands up each of her ribs.

And then that whirring mind of hers took over again.

“I’m just worried he’ll take Sebastian from me,” she said with a sigh against my lips. “Marshall is—”

“Listen to me,” I said, pausing and holding her gaze with my own. “I am about to have this dress stripped over this beautiful head of yours, and once I do, you are forbidden from saying your ex-husband’s name.”

She let out a huff, but her grin told me she liked what I’d said. Her brown eyes were golden in the low light of her kitchen, her face framed by the strands of copper hair that had fallen from where she’d pinned it all back.

“I will handle him,” I promised her, noting the worry still in her eyes. “We will handle him. Together. Okay? I promise, I’ll try to talk him out of the whole thing. But if he’s dead set on taking us to court, then we’ll go, and we will eviscerate him.”

Madelyn’s eyebrows bent together like she still wasn’t sure.

“Trust me,” I pleaded.

At that, she nodded, leaning in to press a kiss to my lips that felt a whole lot like she was putting all her faith in me.

I wouldn’t ever take that lightly.

“But tonight,” I continued, sliding her dress up inch by inch as I peppered her with kisses. “You are not allowed to say his name again. The only name I want to hear coming from these pretty lips is your future husband’s.”

“My future husband,” she repeated, airily, like she couldn’t believe it.

It felt surreal to me, too.

“Do you remember his name?”

She smiled against my lips as her arms lifted above her head, allowing me to pull the fabric over her chest. “Kyle.”

“Damn fucking straight,” I said, and my cock jumped at how sweetly she said my name, at the tease and the promise in just those two syllables. “Say it again.”

“Kyle,” she moaned as I slid the dress up over her arms and head, letting it fall somewhere behind me.

And then my mouth was on her.

It was on her lips, her collarbone, the swells of her breasts as I hastily unfastened her bra. It was on her ribs and her hips as I kissed my way down, and along the lace lining of her thong before I peeled it off her and tossed it behind me to join her dress.

I bent at the waist and grabbed her by her hips, tugging her to the edge of the counter to feast. The second I tasted her, she groaned and arched and let her head fall back in ecstasy, and my cock grew even harder at the realization that she was mine, forever — that I’d get to taste her and touch her and hold her and exist with her for the rest of my fucking life.

I gripped her thighs tighter, spreading her wide for me as I devoured her like it was an audition. I’d learned over the last month what she liked, what she didn’t like, and what she loved.

I knew that when I ran my tongue flat and hot and slow over her, she moaned and bucked against me begging for more. I knew when I sucked her clit between my teeth and held that pressure, her legs shook. And I knew when I slid one finger inside her to curl into that special spot, when I combined it with my tongue swirling around her — she’d combust.

I almost had her there when she stopped me, her hands flying to my shoulders and tugging me up until she could taste herself on my tongue. Then, she was ripping at my clothes — her hands fussed with my tie as I worked on my belt, and in-between panting kisses, she stripped me out of my suit and hopped down off the counter, dropping to her knees right there in the kitchen to return the favor.

“Mads,” I croaked, running a hand through her hair as she looked up at me and gripped my cock in one hand. She knew this was my weakness. She knew just the sight of her like this was enough to make me come.

“Yes, fiancé?”

I groaned, both at the sound of my new title and the way she ran her tongue from my base to my tip, swirling it around my crown before she planted sweet, wet kisses all along my shaft.

I fisted my hand in her hair, gripping her tighter and helping her move. “Open.”

She did as I said, and I noted the way her nipples hardened, the way her knees spread just an inch. She loved when I commanded her, when I took control.

She loved bringing me pleasure just as much as I loved doing it to her.

When she opened her mouth, I took over, gripping my cock in my free hand and running my tip over her tongue before I slid just an inch into her mouth. I withdrew, coating myself again before plunging in deeper.

Again, and again, until she gagged and her eyes watered and I said, “Fuck,” and she smiled and went in for more. I let her take over then, let her use her hands with that perfect mouth of hers to fuck me until my thighs were shaking and my breaths were shallow and I was fucking seconds from busting.

As much as I wanted to watch her swallow my cum the way she did so eagerly, or paint her with my release and watch her drag her fingertips through it with that wicked smile she always gave me after she brought me to this point — tonight I wanted more.

Tonight, she was my fiancée, and I was her future husband, and I wanted to bury myself so deep inside her we’d become one.

I hauled her up and slid my hands into her hair, framing her face and kissing her hard enough to bruise. She pressed up on her tiptoes just the same way I bent to meet her, like we couldn’t get close enough if we tried.

“Hands on the counter,” I husked, and I spanked her ass for good measure when she whipped around.

Madelyn offered her ass to me like the golden platter of perfection that it was, smiling at me over her shoulder with her lashes dusting her rosy cheeks.

“Goddamn, Mads,” I said, biting my lip as I rubbed her round cheeks. I spread them so I could see her pussy dripping for me. “You are so fucking gorgeous.”

She preened under the praise, arching more for me so I could position myself right where we both wanted. I hiked one of her legs up until her knee was half-balanced on the counter, that leg supported by my hand, and she shook with the effort of standing on one tiptoe as I slid inside her.

She was so fucking wet, and my cock was still coated from her mouth. The combination made it easy for me to slide all the way in, and we both gasped and cursed and clung to each other at the sensation — me from feeling her tighten around me like a glove, her from having me fill her all the way up.

I swore just from the way we fit together that we were meant for one another, that we were made for one another.

“Fuck, Kyle,” she hissed when I withdrew and pushed in again, and I groaned at the way she said my name, at how she arched and dug her nails into my arm where I held her leg up.

“You feel fucking incredible,” I told her, pumping in again, and again, and again. “So tight. So wet. So fucking perfect.”

“You’re so deep like this.”

God, that made me see stars. It was usually me doing the talking, but fuck if hearing those words from her mouth didn’t coax my orgasm right to the cresting point.

“Yeah, baby?” I asked, and I pushed in even more, holding deep before withdrawing and finding a slow, steady pace. “I love how you take it, how you take all of me.”

Madelyn moaned, and I covered her mouth with one hand and a reminder not to wake Sebastian.

I knew by how she breathed against my palm and rubbed her breasts that she was close.

I leaned over so I could slide my hand down between the counter and where she was pressed against it, finding her slick clit and rolling it with my fingertips.

“Shiiiit,” she cursed, shaking violently and holding onto me for dear life as I stroked her, drove into her deeper, and kissed along the back of her neck, nipping at the skin and begging her to come for me.

She did so with the most glorious break, her cries of pleasure muted as she fought not to be too loud. I savored every quiet moan and breathless plea of my name she let loose as I helped her ride out the orgasm. I didn’t stop until she was limp in my arms, until she could barely hold herself up.

“Don’t give up on me yet, baby,” I said, sucking her lobe between my teeth. “I’m close.”

Those two words ignited her, her strength coming back as she swatted my hand away so she could put her leg back on the floor. No sooner than she had, she pushed until I had no choice but to pull out of her, and then she hopped up onto the counter and pulled me into her, wrapping her legs around my waist.

“Like this,” she pleaded, and that was the only request I needed to do exactly as she asked.

I tugged her to the edge again, slipping inside her with my cock ready to release on the first fucking plunge. She was somehow even tighter now that she’d come, her pussy swollen from release, and I soaked in every soft whimper she let loose as I found my pace again, kissing her lips and chin and neck and collarbone with every thrust.

“Fuck, baby,” I whispered as I plummeted inside her, my hands sliding up her ribs to cup her breasts. “I love watching these perfect tits bounce when I fuck you like this.”

She moaned and leaned back on her palms, supporting herself so I could knead her breasts and work between her legs. It was as if they were swollen from release, too. They felt heavier in my palms, and every time I hit the max inside her, those beautiful breasts would ripple in a way that had me cursing and counting my lucky stars for the view.

My orgasm snatched me by the throat, heat tingling at the edges of my vision before it took over my entire body. I called out her name in a quiet grunt when the first wave rushed over me, and then I was kissing her and flexing in deep and fucking her like it was the first and last time. She clung to me, arms around my neck and digging into my shoulders as I rode out the climax, and it felt like the longest, most ecstasy-filled one of my fucking life.

Because this wasn’t just some girl.

This was my future wife.

That thought spawned my orgasm on and on and on, until I was completely spent, and we were sweat-slicked and holding onto each other with our chests heaving.

“Holy shit,” she breathed when we slowed, and I laughed, kissing her nose.

“For the rest of your life.”

“Psh — you think you’ll still fuck me like that when we’re fifty?”

“I’ll fuck you even better then, because I’ll know you even better.”

She laughed as I swung her up into my arms and carried us toward the shower. I had to admit, I loved the thought of my cum inside her, loved how she had to squeeze her thighs together to keep it from dripping out onto the floor as I carried her. I knew the mom inside her was thinking she needed to disinfect that whole kitchen before Sebastian woke up, but it could wait.

We grew quiet in the shower, staring into each other’s eyes like the other one wasn’t real as we took turns washing one another. She lathered shampoo in my hair, and I gently washed between her legs, doing my best not to let the hot water and soap running over her body turn me on for round two. I knew she was exhausted, and I could see it on her face now that she was ready to collapse.

When we were dry, I helped her into bed, pouring her a tall glass of iced water and watching her drink half of it before she put it on her bedside table. Then, I climbed in behind her, curling her up in my arms and savoring the sated sigh she let out when I did.

“I love you,” I whispered against the shell of her ear, and I smiled just as she did.

“I love you, too.”

“I hope you know I’ll never get tired of hearing that.”

“I’ll check in on that in ten years.”

“Go right ahead. It’ll still be true. And ten years after that, and ten years after that, and ten years after that, and…”

“Okay, okay,” she said, shimmying into my arms more. “Less talking. More sleeping.”

“So bossy when you’re tired.”

“Get used to it.”

I smirked against the back of her neck, kissing her softly and settling in to sleep.

Get used to it.

Yeah, I liked the sound of that.