Everyone who works within the New York Warriors organization knows that star player August Fletcher refuses to talk to most people...and especially team reporters. All except Quinn Castle, that is.
Quinn doesn't know why the broody football player...
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AUGUST CARRIED ME all the way to the house—like he was afraid if he set me down, I'd run away.
I couldn't imagine that ever happening, but I liked being in his arms. I liked feeling his hard muscles, the way they tightened and twisted as he maneuvered us through the sand. I liked trailing my lips down his neck, tasting the salt water on his skin and feeling the vibrations of his moans.
"Castle."
My name came out in a pant, and my lips curved against his neck. Driving a man like August Fletcher, who was usually so measured and in control, wild was a different kind of satisfaction.
"Hm?"
"I don't want to fuck you on my deck," he rasped, "but if you keep doing that, I might not have a choice."
I ran my tongue along to curve of his ear before whispering, "You can fuck me anywhere, August."
I was so beyond caring about anything that wasn't...him. The desperation I heard in his voice was exactly what I felt coursing through my veins, hot and heady.
A low grunt told me what August thought about my response. His hands gripped harder on my thighs, one of them smoothing up to my ass for a squeeze. "For once in your goddamn life, I need you to stop testing me, Quinn. You feel so fucking good in my arms, and I—"
He cut himself off with a low growl, shaking his head with frustration as he threw open the sliding glass door on the back of the house and tore inside, tracking sand across the floor.
"Should we rinse off?" I wondered aloud. "We're making a mess."
"I'll do whatever as long as it involves getting you naked in the next two minutes," August replied as he made his way toward his room. "I don't give a fuck about the mess."
I didn't argue with that; how could I?
We slipped into August's bedroom, but he strode toward his bed instead of walking straight to the ensuite bathroom like I'd been expecting.
"I thought—"
"Hold tight," he muttered, as though I wasn't already clutching him with everything I had. He kept me in his arms as he bent over, releasing his grip from my ass to open the top drawer of his bedside table. It only took him a second to find a condom and turn back around, heading for the attached bathroom. "There's a high probability I'm going to need to be inside you the second I strip you down," he murmured.
His words caused a hot shiver to wrack through my body. The pulse at the apex of my thighs grew nearly unbearable, and because I was circled around August's waist, I couldn't even clench my legs to try to ease the ache. Instinctively, I wrapped myself tighter, clutching August, trying to feel...something more.
"Oh, you like that idea, huh?" August's husky chuckle only made everything worse, and I swallowed a moan. "Your pussy is practically begging for it, isn't it, Castle?"
