Page 13 of Cocky Player

“Yup.”

I was a silent partner in Glitz, which I’d demanded when Malcom originally came to me with his idea.I owned almost half of it but that was mostly because I was the one with the collateral to pull this off.Everything from the location to the design and decor was all Malcolm.When he first approached me for help, tail tucked between his legs, he’d started out his proposal with the statement, “I know friends make shitty business partners.”I almost slapped him upside the head.We bonded before our freshman year of college ever started on the practice fields at Clemson and if it wasn’t for him, I wasn’t sure I would have survived the death of my grandpa after that first year of college.He was there for me every angry, pissed off, drunken step of the way to help get me back on the path to success.He might not have been good enough for the NFL, hell I wasn’t even sure if he ever wanted to play professional football, but he was my rock.Saying yes to him was as easy as accepting my role on the Rough Riders.That didn’t mean I wasn’t smart when it came to doing business with him.I had my name buried so deep in paperwork and under an LLC corporation name my lawyers helped me with so no one ever knew Glitz was a part of me.Part of what I wanted so the bar didn’t become rabid with frenzied fans.Partly because Malcom insisted if this place turned into a success, he wanted it all on him.

Hell, I never even told guys on the team I was part owner until two years in with the team even though we’d partied here frequently and Malcom always came and hung out.He’d slipped it accidentally one night over too many tequila shots and the guys had been pissed.Not because I owned half a bar, but because I kept it from them.

I was also definitely planning on keeping this trek to find Brenna to myself as well.

And on the way, determination grew.

Brenna wanted something and hell if her first time with some guy was going to drunken fumbling in a bathroom—or back office— again.Maybe she didn’t care about giving something like that up, but if she was twenty-three and a virgin, there had to be a damn good reason she’d held onto it for so long.

She at least deserved to know it was going to be good for her.

Pleasuring women off the field rivaled my skills on the field.So that man Brenna so desperately wanted?It was going to be me.

Based on the way she responded when we’d argued at her parents’ house, I doubted it’d be hard to convince her.

I didn’t bother sneakingup to her when I found her at the bar.She was still in the same place where I saw her from the monitors and while her back was to me, I remembered that flash of panic she had when I found her in her parents’ gardens.I didn’t need her freaking out yet, so I slid through the crowd, careful of drinks sloshing to the floor as I weaved through customers until I approached her dead on.

Her soft red hair was pulled back into a severe ponytail, every strand yanked tight against her scalp and from her profile as her gaze roamed over the dancers on the floor, she was still the most beautiful woman to step foot into Glitz in months.More severe tonight than the other, more vixen than angel.My dick noticed the pout of her full lips painted a deep red.They’d look fantastic wrapped around my dick while she was on her knees in front of me.

Which was only one of the many fantasies I’d envisioned over the last week since first seeing her.My tanned skin tangled in her shimmering hair.Her mouth wide open as I gripped my dick with my other hand, outlining her lips with my pre-cum before sliding deep inside of her.

If she was a virgin, did she even know how to suck dick?How far did her inexperience go?Which only meant I was adding one more thing to what I wanted to teach her.The very idea made my dick harden further and as I moved around a group of women standing in a circle at the bar, sipping drinks with thin straws, I adjusted myself, shoving my hardening dick so I wasn’t saluting her from my waist as I moved closer.

As if she sensed movement to her right, she pulled her drink, I assumed another gin and tonic, to her lips and turned, eyes widening as she caught me taking the final steps to her.

“Out trolling for strangers?”I asked, unable to hide the venom in my tone.This woman twisted me in ways I didn’t understand and didn’t want to dive too far into.

“No.”She pressed her lips together.A twisted, wicked smile formed and she set her glass down on the bar.“I was actually looking for you.”

“And you assumed I’d be here on a random Monday night?”Tuesdays were light practice days and off days during the season.I was always here on Mondays as long as we didn’t have a Monday night game.There was no way she knew that unless she asked about me.

Her shoulder lifted and fell, one of them bare, the other one covered with a thick strap of black fabric that cut in an angle over her chest.The rest of her dress was as tight and short as her last one.For a virgin, she had sexual temptation down to an art form.

“Lucky guess.”

I leaned forward, rested my arm next to her drink on the bar and dipped my head so my lips were at her ear.The music was loud, but we were far enough from the dance floor I didn’t have to shout to be heard.Didn’t mean I wanted anyone overhearing or recognizing me though.“Why?You want me to finish the job I started?”I nipped her lobe and a shiver rolled through her.Delivering herself up to me on a platter was more than I’d hoped for.

“Connor.”She breathed my name on a sigh.My name on her lips, so innocent and sweet, shot straight down my spine.Hell yeah, this woman.So damn innocent…so damn tempting.

I teased her slowly, my lips to her ear, just beneath and along the column of her throat, flicking my tongue and gathering the taste of her scent, sweet like peaches.So enticing she made me dizzy.

“More,” she gasped, the plea shooting straight to my balls like it’d done last week.Her small hand settled on my hip, fingertips dug into my shirt above my waistband.If she leaned closer, twisted and pressed her tits to my chest, she’d be greeted with my rock hard erection at her stomach.

“Fuck,” I growled, pulling back.“Not here.Come home with me.”

I met her eyes as they widened.Light green pools of fear and nerves flashed before she licked her lips.I craved the taste of her on my mouth again.She had me twisted in ways I wouldn’t delve into further, but watching her lick her red lips was possibly one of the hottest things ever.

“Yes.”

The most beautiful three letters in the English language.Before she could back out, I grabbed her hand, tucked her firmly to my side.“Follow me.I have a car out back.”

“I was dropped off in a Lyft.”

“Then I’ll make sure you get home tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

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