Page 2 of Dump Tackle My Heart
“You take me so good, Sweetheart. That’s it. Let me in,” I growl, holding her by the neck as I slam my mouth to hers.
Every flex of my hips sends spirals of pleasure shooting through me. But I’m not coming without her. So I reach between us, find her slick little pearl and I slide my hands over it, using her slick to smooth the way.
“Fuck, your sweet cunt fits me like a glove, Sweetheart. You gonna come for me now, Dani? Be a good girl, eh? Come for me. Now,” I tell her, and yes, she flies apart.
Just like I wanted her to.
Just like I needed her to.
And I’m right there with her.
And it’s everything I dreamed.
This woman? She sucks the soul right from my body and into hers.
I’m gone for her, and I mean to tell her, but for now I content myself by tucking her soft, sweet body into mine and resting a bit.
Only when the magic of the night fades into morning?
She’s gone. Bolted.
Like her fucking heels were on fire.
She doesn’t answer my texts.
Doesn’t return my calls.
Doesn’t so much as look my way at the Rovers facility—unless it’s to roll her eyes and breeze past like I’m just some cleat-dragging idiot with more brawn than brains.
Which, to be fair, is the version of me most people know.
But not her.
At least, I thoughtnot her.
Now my game’s shit.
Coach is on my ass.
My mind’s a fucking mess, and I’ve got no good excuse.
We’ve got a big match coming up, and I should be locked in—focused on my role on the team, my fucking duty to my mates—I definitely should not be thinking about the woman who won’t even speak to me.
But here I am.
Haunted by a night I can’t forget and a woman who clearly regrets it.
I fucked up somehow, and I need to make it right.
So when the PR team floats this idea about filming the Rovers’ “Kiwi Imports” doing a Thanksgiving promo in the goddamn snow—complete with roasting a turkey and tossingaround a rugby ball in some Appalachian cabin wilderness retreat—I sign up without hesitation.
Because Daniela McNally is the one handling it.
Because this little content retreat means I’ll be stuck in the mountains with her.
Because maybe if I get her alone—away from the noise, the team, the walls she throws up—I can finally make her listen.
And if an unexpected avalanche just so happens to snow us in for a couple days?
