Sacking the Quarterback (9 page)

The more he played and pleasured her
there, the more she wanted to feel his cock filling her instead.
Her body was coated with sweat, her limbs shaking, as she waited
for him to finally give her what she needed.

“
I’m going to take you
here, in a place I don’t think anyone else has. I’ll be your
first,” he whispered as he laid a kiss on her spine. “You never
forget your first.”

Taylor shivered, knowing regardless
she’d never forget her time spent with Rhett. Between her childhood
crush and the heights he’d brought her to with his caresses, he
would always be an important part of her history. In his hands,
she’d felt more sexual, more womanly, than she’d ever felt
before.

She felt him remove his fingers. He
wiped his hand on the washcloth and then angled the head of his
cock against her ass.

“
Relax, baby. I promise to
be gentle.”

Taylor sucked in a deep breath as he
pushed against the tight band of nerves. She let the air out in a
slow slide as he languidly propelled the head inside her. Rhett was
as gentle as he promised, slowly urging his cock within her body.
Once he was finally balls deep, he stopped, pausing to let her
acclimate to his presence. Rhett kissed her neck and cheek as she
relaxed into his invasion.

His cock in her ass was a fullness
she’d never experienced. It felt both foreign and incredibly,
wickedly sexy all at the same time. Taylor’s pussy and ass both
clenched, the pain fleeing and the need for him to move
paramount.

“
Rhett …”

“
I know, baby,” he
whispered in her ear before he rose back to his knees and gripped
her waist.

Rhett started to move, short gentle
strokes at first that took her breath away. As she relaxed against
his assault, he lengthened the blows and gradually picked up the
pace. After a few minutes, she was meeting his strokes, pumping her
ass against his groin. She demanded more and more, urging him to go
faster, harder.

He seemed to sense exactly what she
needed without words. Soon, he was fucking her with abandon and she
took each and every stroke with a cry of delight. Rhett moved one
hand from her hip and began to play with her pussy. He pressed
three thick fingers into her depth and pumped them in and out in
time with his cock.

The dual penetration was too much for
her. His thumb grazed her clit as his fingers played, and she
pushed against the caress. Within a matter of seconds, she erupted
again, screaming his name as she came harder than she’d ever
thought possible. Cream coated the inside of her thighs, and she
could feel the wetness as he rubbed against her folds. Her ass
spasmed against his thick cock, which only seemed to help prolong
the orgasm and strengthen it.

When she finally started to come down
off the high, Rhett came. His groan of release coincided with heat
flooding her ass as he filled the condom. Once he’d milked every
last drop, he slowly eased from her ass.

Overwrought, she lay on her belly, the
intensity of the orgasm she’d had rendering her immobile and
boneless. He left the bed for a moment and she heard water running
again. Moments later, he returned to the bed and she felt a warm
cloth against her sore asshole.

Taylor was touched by the gentle
caresses he was giving her. His considerateness was greater than
any other lover she’d been with. Rhett earned points for
that.

Points toward
what?

She pushed that thought from her mind.
Taylor had a plan, and that plan didn’t include Rhett Banes. She
would enjoy his company when she had the time and inclination; it
was nothing more than mutual satisfaction. Rhett rolled her to her
back and looked down at her.

“
What is this,
Taylor?”

No. She wasn’t having this
conversation, not when her own emotions were jumbled. “We’re having
a little fun.”

“
That’s all it is to you,”
he asked soberly.

Taylor sighed. “Don’t mess this up,
Rhett. Just let it be.” She closed her eyes and considered the
conversation over.

Rhett yanked her up into his arms and
smothered her with a kiss. His mouth was greedy, his tongue
plundering her mouth as he took what he wanted.

Taylor melted into his kiss, but soon
realized what he was doing. He was staking his claim. She pushed
him away and glared at him.

“
I know I have no rights to
you, but I’m telling you now. You
are
mine. This isn’t just some
meaningless fun, and you know it. I know you sense it. It’s why you
came back tonight.”

Taylor jumped from the bed. “You don’t
own me, Rhett. You can’t come waltzing into town after being gone a
decade and then act the conquering hero.”

“
The conquering hero?” He
laughed. “Tell me you don’t feel the connection between us. If you
can tell me that, I’ll back off.”

She did feel it, but admitting it
would change her whole trajectory. Her plans would be ruined, and
that wasn’t going to happen. “There’s no connection. I just needed
a couple of good fucks.”

Rhett smiled, but there was no mirth
in it. His eyes were dead as he looked at her. “A couple of good
fucks.”

“
Yep. And now that I’m good
for a while, I suppose I’ll go.” She picked her nightgown up off
the floor and tugged it over her head. “Thanks for the help
tonight.”

“
Are you taking the
job?”

How’d he know about that? Oh, right,
her damned brother. “Yeah, I suppose I am. So you can consider that
a goodbye lay. See you around, maybe in another decade or
so.”

Taylor walked from the room, half
expecting him to follow her down. When he didn’t come, she was
almost disappointed, but she’d been enough of a bitch up there that
she’d given him no reason to chase after her. Why she’d felt the
need to be so mean, she didn’t know. There had been no good reason
for it.

She cared about Rhett, even though she
was loath to admit it. But he wasn’t getting in her way. If only
her circumstances were different, theirs could be an interesting
story.

Instead of ending like
this.

Chapter Seven

Rhett tossed and turned for the next
several hours, the events of the evening running through his head.
For how many years had he used women for the one thing he’d been
used by Taylor for? Of course, he’d not seen it as using when he’d
been in sexually driven relationships, but now that he was on the
opposite side, he now understood why women didn’t like to be
objectified.

Taylor had claimed she’d wanted one
thing and one thing only from him. It stung. No two ways around
it.

His outlook on love and sex was the
reason his marriage had failed. His wife had been a trophy, to look
pretty on his arm and then grace his bed. Yes, he’d enjoyed her
company in the early days, but then as things soured, he’d not
understood it. He’d come home and been schooled in why his
relationships always failed—by having the roles
reversed.

Now, he wondered if there was any way
to fix things and salvage something of their relationship, if it
could be called that. Rhett wanted another shot to prove he could
be different.

Taylor made him want to try. He
couldn’t say he wouldn’t fail, but the desire meant something,
didn’t it?

When the sun rose, he’d go to her.
He’d tell her they deserved a chance.

* * * *

“
What do you mean, she’s
gone?”

Mrs. Ashby wiped her hands on a
dishcloth as she leaned into the doorframe, a perplexed look on her
face. Rhett was dumbstruck. Taylor had slipped out in the middle of
the night and headed to Houston.

Right after they’d had sex.

“
She left a note before she
left. Said she just needed to get away before she made a mistake.”
Mrs. Ashby cocked one eyebrow. “Why do I get the feeling you were
that mistake?”

Rhett scrubbed his hands over his
face. Nothing was working out like he’d wanted it to. Maybe this
was a sign from above that it wasn’t supposed to work out. He’d
learned a lesson too late, and now he just needed to move
on.

“
Maybe I was, but I didn’t
want to be,” he murmured.

“
She has a chance to get
out of Dixon and make something of herself,” her mother said. “Why
not let her? If she’s meant to be in your life, then perhaps fate
will bring her into your life.”

“
No offense, but I’m not
fond of fate. It’s not done such a good job on my life as of
late.”

“
Rhett, you made poor
choices and had to deal with the aftermath. Start making some
better ones and get your head out of your ass.”

Rhett’s mouth dropped open.

Mrs. Ashby patted his cheek. “Don’t
look so surprised. You young people forget we were once your age
and screwed up our lives just as bad, if not worse, along the way.
You’ll find your way, just like we did.”

“
I’m almost thirty. Not so
young,” he said.

“
Compared to me, you are.”
Mrs. Ashby smiled widely. “And you’ve got plenty of time to get it
right. Why don’t you come inside? I just made an apple
pie.”

Rhett chuckled and walked through the
door.

Chapter Eight

Three months
later…

“
Jim … move closer.
Jennings, stop grinning like a damned fool,” Taylor’s mom snapped
as she looked at the display on the back of the camera. “And
Taylor, will you please stop looking like you’re about to face the
firing squad. You just graduated. You should be happy.”

Taylor
was
happy she’d graduated, but
something else was grating on her.

After moving to Houston, she was so
damned homesick, she could barely see straight. The people, the
noise, and the wild, frenetic energy were just giving her headaches
and making her want to go home—for good. She’d been bitching about
leaving Dixon for years and now that she had her chance, she
realized how much she missed it.

Home also meant something else now.
Rhett. She hadn’t stopped thinking about him every single damned
day since she left. She’d eased the ache in her body, her hands
caressing her flesh thinking of his hands, his mouth, his wicked
tongue. Almost every night, she touched herself to make the ache go
away. Almost every night she considered driving back home and
creeping into his bed.

Not so much just his bed. His arms.
She’d liked the feel of being held in those big, strong arms and
wanted to know how it felt to belong there.

He’d claimed she was his. He’d been so
very right.

Rhett Banes had marked her as his own
the night he’d had his wicked way with her. The very first illicit
touch had etched his name on her soul. Taylor had thought she’d had
it bad for him when she was fourteen. That crush had nothing on the
raw ache she felt for him a decade later.

Yet, if she moved home, she’d have to
admit defeat. She’d also probably admit to Rhett she was an
absolute sucker for him. He’d not expressed the same for her. She
wouldn’t be his plaything, like the other women he’d been
with.

No, she wasn’t moving home. Better to
forge ahead and find her way instead of running back with her tail
between her legs. If she went home, it would be the worst mistake
she could make.

“
Honey, why don’t you and
Jennings go find the car and pick us up? I want a minute with my
baby,” Taylor’s mom said to Taylor’s dad.

Both men took off without a word. As
soon as they were out of earshot, Mama Bear came out. “What’s
wrong, Taylor?”

“
Nothing,” Taylor said,
slapping the best smile across her face she could. “I’m
wonderful.”

“
Don’t you lie to me, young
lady. I know when there’s something up, and there’s something up.
You just achieved one of your dreams. You
should
be ecstatic. Why aren’t
you?”

Taylor sighed and looked off into the
distance for a moment, something catching her eye. As soon as she
caught a glimmer of it, it was gone. She wasn’t sure what she’d
seen, but it couldn’t have been. She turned to her mother and
smiled half-heartedly. “I feel like a failure.”

“
A failure? You just walked
across the stage, how is that a failure?”

Taylor walked a few steps to an open
bench and sat down. “In my rush to leave Dixon, I took the first
job thrown in my lap.”

“
And you hate it,” her
mother finished.

“
How did you know?” Taylor
asked as she lifted her head to stare at her mother.

“
All the phone calls over
the last few months, well I figured it out. As time went on, the
less good you had to say about it. Eventually all I got was
a
It’s fine
, and I
knew it
wasn’t
fine.”

“
I hadn’t planned to spend
my days listening to snobs spend their day in the country club or
on the back nine. It’s not even a good use for my degree. I’m a
glorified servant to those people. And my director—uugghh, that
man—he’s a menace. He had the audacity to lecture me one day I wore
a pencil skirt.
This isn’t a place for you
to dress inappropriately. You’re not here looking for a rich
husband. You’re here to work.
As if I’d
want to marry any of the old, pompous windbags I’ve had to deal
with! I felt like wearing my old Sports Shack uniform the next day,
just to see what they’d think of that.”