Page 66 of Sweet Spot
I work out most days and have stayed in shape since I quit the pro tour because it keeps me in a good place mentally, but right now, it feels as if it were for this moment—for that look on her face.
She traces the lines in my upper body, flattens her palms and glides across my pecs and abs. Finally, after she’s thoroughly explored my bare chest, her hands move down to the top of my belt.
That side of her lip goes between her teeth again as she seems to contemplate removing my pants. I move to stand, and she squeals and throws her arms around my neck so that she doesn’t fall back.
I kiss her hard as I walk toward my bedroom. I don’t bother turning on the lights, but she still gives a quick glance around the darkened space as I set her on the bed.
“A room I haven’t seen before.”
“I don’t work in here.”
“No?” she questions and removes her shirt and tosses it.
Black lace wraps around her, lifting her tits and teasing the shit out of me. I place a knee on the bed, forcing her onto her back. Bracing over her, I drop my mouth to one bra-covered nipple and gently bite.
“Separation of church and state.”
She giggles, the sweet sound eliciting a smile from me as well. More clothes come off and are tossed to the floor between smiles and laughter. Getting naked with Keira is fun in a way I never knew it could be. I’m of two minds: wanting to worship and take my time with her and needing her quickly so I can finally take a real breath again.
It isn’t until I’m grabbing a condom from the nightstand and covering myself, staring down at her gorgeous body, that the air shifts between us. All playfulness fades to hot desire.
“Are you sure you wanna do this? We can go back to making out or watch a movie, talk golf. I’ll even keep my shirt off.”
“Don’t you dare try to talk me out of this.” She reaches for me. Her fingers wrap around my throbbing dick and she strokes me slowly, hand gliding down until the girl literally has me by the balls. “I know what this is, and I still want you.”
Nodding, my pulse races as she brings my dick to her wet entrance. Brown eyes lock on mine as I push inside. Her mouth drops open, and I can see the effort her breathing takes, the flush of her skin and the sheen of sweat from desire.
As I stare down at her, heart in my throat, I can’t help but think that she might know what this is, but I’m not sure I do anymore.
24
Keira
It’s still darkout when I wake up in Lincoln’s bed alone. I check the time on my phone as I swing my legs over the side and place my feet on the cool, hard wood. I find my panties and new Suns T-shirt Lincoln bought me and pull them on before padding out of the room to find him.
The apartment is set up with the bedrooms on either side of the kitchen and living area. Light seeps out from the spare bedroom and a familiar sound draws me toward it.
Standing in the doorway, I lean against it and watch a shirtless Lincoln swing the golf club. He has quite a setup in here. There is a large floor-to-ceiling net that spans the better part of a wall, and a golf mat that matches the one he sent me.
A desk is pushed to one corner, his laptop, a shoebox, and some other random things spread across the top of it.
His muscles flex and turn as he takes another shot. He’s focused and completely oblivious to everything else. I let him hit a half dozen more before I speak.
“Nice swing, Coach.”
He hangs in the follow through a second longer before turning to look at me. “Morning.” He leans his club against the wall and grabs his water bottle. “Did I wake you?”
“No, I slept like the dead.” I walk fully into the room, checking it out. “This is amazing. Is that a simulator?”
He nods, picks up a remote, and an image of a golf course is projected onto the net with amazingly life-like details.
“Oh my God, you never need to leave your apartment.”
He shrugs. “I don’t use it much anymore, but when I was touring, it was nice to be able to get reps in at home.”
“What was it like touring and getting paid to play golf?” I pick up his club. It’s heavier than mine, grip still warm from his hands.
“It was hard, time-consuming, and stressful. I gave everything to it, and some days, it gave very little back.”
