Rosalie's Player (8 page)

“Rough night,” Ryder said as he took a seat next to him. “You’ll get it back next time.”

“Thanks.” He gripped the beer he’d been nursing. “I got distracted.”

Ryder looked over Holt’s shoulder. “Wow.”

“What?” He sipped his beer, turning his head to see what his friend found so interesting. “Fuck.” He coughed, spitting his drink out. “What the hell is she...”

“She’s hot.” Ryder continued to stare at some of their teammates huddled around Rosalie, who was smiling and flirting with them.

Her dark blue dress clung to her hips, dipping low in the front so her fine cleavage was on display for everyone to see. Holt thought she looked incredible the night they were in New York, but this short dress and those high heels took sex goddess to a whole new level. All he could think about was slamming her against a wall and wrapping those long legs around his waist as he drilled relentlessly into her perfect...

“She’s got a lot of admirers, doesn’t she?” Ryder interrupted his fantasy. “She’s going to end up with one of them. She’s too irresistible not to.”

“Not one of
them
.”

He hopped off the stool and headed in her direction. No way was he letting any of these dirtbags steal her right from him.

“You must not have seen me.” He took her elbow and guided her away from the three guys practically licking their lips over her.

“Hey,” Cory, the left fielder, said as Holt tried to move Rosalie to the bar area. “Where you going?”

“She’s with me.” Holt stared down his friend. The team had an unwritten rule. When one of them was interested in a girl, the others backed down. Holt’s mistake was not claiming the princess sooner.

“Sorry, man.” Cory held up his hand. “Have fun.”

“Hey.” Rosalie wiggled out of his hold and turned to face him. “What are you doing?”

“What am I doing? No, the question is what are
you
doing?”

“Trying things my way.”

“Showing up here half-naked and flirting with other guys. That’s your way?” Didn’t she know how dangerous that could be?

“It got your attention, didn’t it?”

“You’ve always had my attention.”

“Show me,” she challenged.

“Do you know what you’re asking?” He put his arms around her hips and pulled her to him, wanting more than anything to show her everything he wanted.

“Oh!” She gasped when he squeezed her tight.

“Answer me.”

“Why do you have to be so pushy?”

“I like being in charge.”

“Really?” Her little giggle was enough to make him want to take her home and keep her in bed for days. “Because I don’t do well with overbearing, dominating men.”

He lowered his lips to her ear. “Maybe because you’ve never been with a real man before.”

“I... Yes, well...”

“What’s wrong, Miss Yale? Where are all your fancy words now? Too busy thinking about how dominating and overbearing I could be?”

“You don’t scare me.”

“Good, because fear has no place in the bedroom.” He brushed his lips along her jaw and to her mouth. “An open mind and no inhibitions work best with me.”

“I think you’re all talk.” She turned her head before he could connect with her lips.

“Let me take you back to your place.” He took her chin between his fingers, bringing her face back to his. “We don’t have to talk at all.”

“What are we going to do? Eat pizza and watch the sports channel?”

Feisty tonight.
“There’ll be some eating involved.” He licked his lips when he thought about where he’d like to bury his head. “And some rigorous activity too.”

“At my place?”

“We could go to my house, but then Ryder would have to hear you scream all night. If you’re into that sort of thing, then let’s go.” He rocked his hips forward, letting her feel through that thin dress just what she was doing to him. He’d be returning the favor in about ten minutes. “What’s it going to be?” He pressed his lips to hers, licking the seam of her slightly parted mouth. “I know why you showed up here all sexy and flirty. I know what you want. Let me give it to you.”

“I came with Sage.” She swallowed hard. “I can’t leave so soon.”

“What’s the matter? Didn’t think I’d give in so fast? Did you think I was going to watch you put it all out there for my boys to drool over?”

She shook her head.

“Go tell your sister we’re leaving.” He released her from his hold and walked back over to Ryder. “I’m going.” He finished off his beer. “See you at home later.”

“That was fast,” his roommate said. “I thought you two weren’t right for each other.”

“Her words?”

Rosalie said goodbye to her sister, and as Sage whispered something into her ear, Nic stared at Holt.

Get over it, big brother. She’s all mine.

“She mentioned that you were playing with her,” Ryder said. “Don’t screw with her. She’s not like the other ones you hang around with.”

“You don’t have to remind me.” Holt waved and nodded at Nic. “Why do you think she has me so fuckin’ twisted?”

“That’s a good thing.” Ryder flagged Casey down for another beer. “It makes it worth it when they drive you nuts.”

“No luck with Casey, huh?”

“She’s not into baseball players.”

“There’s a bar full of girls who are.” Holt looked around, and for the first time he had no interest in any other woman. “Maybe it’s time you stop chasing after the one who doesn’t like players.”

“We’ll see.” Ryder smiled as Rosalie made her way over to them. “Rosie, you look beautiful.”

“Thanks.” When she leaned down and kissed Ryder’s cheek, Holt dug his fingers into the edge of the bar. “Are we running this week?”

“Sure.” Ryder nodded. “I’ll text you.”

No, you won’t.
He had to get her out of there. She was making plans with Ryder right in front of him, and every guy in the place was gawking at her. He knew what they were thinking. He had noticed that night on their date that men were drawn to her. He could see why. He wasn’t the jealous type. There was never any reason to be. He took what he needed and went back to his own bed. Why was this woman so different?
Twisted...she has me twisted.

He cleared his throat, stopping her conversation with his roommate, who had just confessed things weren’t going his way with Casey. Was he setting his sights on Rosalie?

Rosalie turned and smirked at him. “Feeling neglected?”

I’m gonna smack that lush, little ass so hard.
“I’m just ready to go,” Holt said. “I thought you were too.”

“Maybe Rosie wants a drink?” Ryder suggested. “She did get all decked out.”

“She’s not thirsty.” Holt extended his hand as he glared at Ryder. “Are you?”

“Nope.” She giggled as she flipped her hair over her shoulder, releasing her berry scent in his direction. “I’m ready.”

She turned and kissed Ryder again. Holt would be expressing his displeasure for that tonight. To both of them.

“Have fun, you two,” Ryder called after them as Holt took Rosalie’s hand and led her out to the parking lot.

“I get to ride in the cool car!” She hurried over to the Porsche. “It’s about time.”

If she wasn’t already a sure thing, she would have been after taking a ride in his car. Just as she reached the passenger side door, he grabbed her by the waist and spun her around. He pinned her against the car, taking her by surprise.

“I need to make something real clear.” He trailed his hand along her throat, caressing her soft skin.

“What’s that?” She tilted her head and leaned into his hand when he moved his fingers over her cheek. She was as addicted to his touch as he was to touching her.

“All that kissing between you and Ryder...” He shifted his hips into her, holding her still with his lower body. “That stops tonight.”

“Says who?”

“Me.” He crushed his lips to hers, kissing her hard, nipping at her lips before pushing his tongue inside her mouth and claiming her as his. What was it about this woman that made him so crazy?

“Holt,” she gasped into his mouth as she pushed on his chest. “I need air.” She threaded his shirt through her fingers. “You’re making my head spin.”

“You’re making my blood boil.” He kissed her again, showing her he was the only man for her. “While we’re on the subject, no more flirting with my teammates or any other guy to make me jealous or for any other reason.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re not the type of woman who was meant to be shared.”
Shit! Did I just tell her she wouldn’t be seeing other people?

“I thought you didn’t do relationships.” She put her hand on her hip. “You can’t tell me what I can and can’t do. It doesn’t work that way.”

“Get in.” He opened the car door for her before she made him say anything else he’d regret in the morning. “We’re wasting time.”

“I agree.” She kissed him and then slid into the seat, her dress hiked up high on her upper thighs. “Are you going to stare at me all night, or are you going to take me for a ride?”

You have no idea.

Chapter 7

“Where’s your bedroom?” Holt shut the door behind them, lifting her up and heading for the staircase.

“You don’t want to talk or something first?” Being with him would be fast, destructive, and life changing. There would be no calm before this storm. She needed a second to process what was about to happen.

“Do I look like I want to talk?” He kissed her hard as he carried her upstairs. “Which one?”

“That one.” She pointed to the room at the end of the hall.

“You can still change your mind if this isn’t what you want.” Once inside her room, he pinned her against the wall as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Holding her still with his muscular thighs, he reached under her dress, running his palm along her sex. “You need to tell me now.”

“I want this.” She gripped his shoulders when he shifted his hips, pressing his erection into her center. “I want you.” There was no way she would send him away again.

“Good,” he said as her back hit the wall when he shifted his pelvis, pushing the seam of his zipper into her slit. “Because I really fuckin’ want you.”

“Holt.” She threaded her fingers through his hair as he lowered his mouth to her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples through her dress as he picked up the rhythm with his lower body. With each thrust forward, a new bout of arousal flooded her panties. Her insides gyrated with pleasure as she became wetter. The warmth of his breath on her chest made her tremble, leaving her in a lust-induced state. When he bit down on her nipple, she could take no more. The stimulation on her breasts mixed with the sensation he created on her clit was too much. She tightened her hold on his hips as she shuddered into him. Dropping her head on his shoulder, she tried to catch her breath.

Hell! He made her come with her clothes on. How?

“Sweetheart.” He coaxed her face closer to his, still holding her up with his body. “Do you want to keep going?”

“Yes,” she breathed out.

“I’m going to put you down.” He slowly lowered her to her feet. “Steady.”

Keeping his arm around her waist, he kissed her. First her lips, making his way down her jaw and to her throat.

“Your skin is so soft...like silk.” As he kissed her, he streamed his hands down her stomach, hitching her dress up over her waist. “There isn’t one place on this body that I don’t want to lick, kiss, or touch. By the time this night is through, I will have claimed all of you.”

She squeezed her eyes shut when he dropped to his knees, smoothing his hand over her thigh as he reached under her dress and gripped her panties. She lifted her skirt, giving him access to her center.

“Take it off.” He looked up at her. “Now.”

She pulled the dress over her head and tossed it on the floor, standing in front of him in her panties and heels.

“No bra? I think it’s a waste of time too.” He grinned as he took in her breasts. “You’re gorgeous.”

“You’re bossy.”

“You like it.” He hooked his thumbs on either side of her panties. “Or else you wouldn’t listen.”

“I listen when it’s beneficial for me.”

“Is this beneficial for you?” He slid her panties down her legs, helping her out of them, but leaving the heels on.

He slithered his hands along her calves and to the back of her thighs, barely touching her, but creating enough heat to fuel her desire. When he pulled her close to his face, the warmth of his breath swayed over her stomach, making her wetter with need.

“Would you like it if I did this?” He spun her around, pressing her into the wall as he placed open-mouthed kisses down her back, moving lower, focusing his attention on her backside. Her legs stiffened when he reached between them and toyed with her slit.

“Mmm...” She arched and rocked into his hand, daring him to go deeper.

“How’s that feel, kitten?” He licked the base of her spine, delving his tongue into the indent just above her bottom. He never stopped his delicious rhythm inside her core as he stood, kissing her shoulder. “Do you like my fingers inside you?”

“So much.”

“I think you just like to come any way I can make you.” He pushed on her back, guiding her lower before tugging on her waist, positioning her backside in the air.

She let out a long breath, trying to control the frantic need inside her. Did he know changing the angle would be so pleasurable? Of course he did.

He glided his free hand underneath her, running his hand up her stomach and to her breasts. When he tweaked her aroused, sensitive nipples between his thumb and forefinger, the action bordered on painful, but in some odd way she liked it. Needed it.

“If you’re this tight around my fingers, I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”

His unfiltered words excited her, sent her spiraling, creating a need for all things Holt. Could she ever get enough?

Stepping forward, he closed any space between them, jolting her hips back hard so she could feel his length against her. His thrusts were perfectly coordinated with the gratification he brought her with his fingers. She’d had enough of his push and pull. Scraping at the wall, her knees buckled, and for the second time in five minutes, he brought her to the brink, helping her plunge into an addictive new habit...him.