Page 4 of Cocky Player

“Damn,” Kolby said next to me.“She can move.”

Hips swaying.Hands slid down her body to the curve of her hips.Head thrown back to her friend’s shoulder.Men swarmed them and watched, two beautiful women who had to be close to my age, maybe a year or two younger, acting like they were screwing on the dance floor always did.They weren’t the only two acting the same way, but they had the largest group of admirers.

“Wait too long and she’ll be taken.”

It was from Beaux.Why he encouraged my assholish behavior was anyone’s guess.I’d say it was because he was married and his sex life had turned boring, but I’d met Paige.Hell, I heard them going at it at all times of day when we spent time together hanging out.More than once he’d left me during a game we were watching in the off-season only to return later after getting his wife off.Loudly.Paige could scream the walls down.

How loud would the angel scream?Or would she be quiet and reserved, whimpering through her orgasm as I ate her or biting her lips to not draw attention.I was dying to find out.

“What are you still doing here?”He hardly came out with us single guys anymore.Tonight was different because the season was starting soon.It was one of our last nights and we were showing the new players, those drafted and traded, a good time before we left for training camp in a few weeks.

“Paige is having Shannon and some of the other wives and girlfriends over tonight.They’re probably sloshed on wine and cheese boards or some stupid shit like that.”

A drunk wife?“So what are you still doing here?”I teased.

He laughed, shaking his head.“Fuck off, Quinten.I’ll get some later, don’t you worry.”

Fucking sounded like a great idea.I slapped them both on the shoulders and stepped back.“Enjoy your night.”

“Don’t get arrested,” Kolby called back to me.

I hadn’t yet, despite my love of getting off in public places.It made one-night stands that much more fun.I loved the thrill of being caught.My name and photo splashed on gossip sites.It’d get me suspended from something I craved and needed in my life, something I loved, but the risk of it was such a damn turn on, it made me hard thinking about it.

Along with her—the angel.I was headed straight to hell and I would take her along with me.

There weretimes in public when I kept my head down, avoiding the gaze of others, mostly male fans, so I went unrecognized.This wasn’t one of those times and as eyes widened in recognition as I stalked past tables filled with empty beer bottles and downed pitchers with plastic glasses knocked over, I hoped like hell it wouldn’t bite me in the ass.

Phones coming out and pics being taken or being surrounded by fans would be a pain in the ass.I didn’t always mind, but there was also a time and a place, and a fucking bar when we were all drinking and I wanted to get laid wasn’t the place.

Head up, shoulders back, I strolled through Glitz like I owned the fucking place, which wasn’t far off…forty-five percent owner made it almost as good as mine.She hadn’t moved from her spot on the dance floor, still dancing dead center, twirling her friend out with her arm extended by the time I made it to her.

I didn’t hesitate.As their arms were extended, I plucked the angel’s hand from her friend and pulled her to me.Beautiful, light green eyes popped in surprise as she slammed to my chest.

“You,” she said, and I more saw her mouth the words than heard them.

I didn’t keep my distance.My hand was already just above her ass at the back, my other hand still holding hers pressed between our chests.She was taller than I assumed originally, her head coming to my chin, but a quick glance told me she was definitely in heels.I leaned in close.Forget formalities and seducing.Her heart was already racing and she gripped my hand like she’d held it for years.

“You,” I whispered against her ear.I breathed in her scent, pressed my lips against the hinge of her jaw, not in a kiss, but a tease.A promise for how gentle I could be when I wanted.“Did you enjoy making me hard while I watched you?”

This wasn’t the time for sweet nothings.I wasn’t here to seduce, but totake.

To prove what watching her did to me, I rolled my hips.My hard cock against her lower stomach.

“Oh,” she gasped, lips still parted like she hadn’t overcome her surprise.Eyelashes fluttered and a pink hue stained her cheeks.

Blushing?The angels always did.

“Hi,” she whispered.“I’m Brenna.”

“Connor.”My teammates always used my last name.Most of the public did.My first name wasn’t on my social media handles or anything.It helped keep fans confused if they thought they recognized me.To everyone, I was Quinten.Running back with the fastest sprint times in five years with the NFL.If she wasn’t a fan, and most jersey jumpers weren’t really, the name would slip by her.

The tip of her tongue darted out, slid along her bottom lip.She was almosttooinnocent and a brief second made me second-guess myself.Her friend was most likely more my style.More wild, uninhibited.

This angel probably needed to be taught and one-night stands weren’t for teaching anything.

“Are you going to dance with me?”she asked, speaking so sweetly and teasingly into my ear.“Or just stand there and keep staring at me?”

“You’re pretty to look at.”

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