He’s a football god. She’s the daughter of a Texas senator… An all-new standalone romance is out this week from author S.B. Alexander, and I have an excerpt for you.
Suddenly, the music stopped, but not the damn song going through my head: “Follow the Yellow Brick Road.”
“Red,” Lucas barked. “Out.”
I wrapped my hand around Red’s wrist. “Not her.”
“Your lawyer is here,” Lucas announced. “I’m going to make coffee.”
Red tried to get away. “I should go.” She seemed afraid of me.
Well, I guess she should be. I was well over six feet tall, broad in the chest, with arms built to throw a football, and my hands were bigger than her two put together. Actually, she reminded me of a pixie, tiny and cute.
Lucas touched Red’s shoulder. “Haven, if you’re going to stay, can you watch him for a minute?”
Her eyes went wide, and her expression dripped of fear.
Don’t be frightened, little one. Those words sat on my tongue, but my lips were frozen or numb. I couldn’t tell.
Regardless, I repeated the name Haven in my head a few times… Or was it Heaven?
Heavy footsteps pounded on the stairs.
“Can I have my hand back?” she asked politely.
I hesitated just to see what she would do. I was a fucker. I liked to play. I studied her like I was in biology lab, working on dissecting a squid.
She stuck out her bottom lip, and my dick instantly began to harden.
That pouty expression she was sporting was making Mr. Dickwad happy.
Interesting. I hadn’t had a hard dick since before the accident two weeks ago. I’d always thought that the booze had affected me. Maybe there was hope.
I laughed out loud.
As if my laugh scared her, Haven bounced off as though I had some contagious disease.
Way to go, Ryker. You know how to scare off a woman. Just as well.I didn’t need to ruin her life anyway.
Leaning my head against the back of the couch, I closed my eyes, giving in to that merry-go-round feeling. I swallowed several times to tamp down more nausea that wanted out.
I inhaled, and the second round of puke crept up my esophagus. To spit out the bile or swallow? That was the question. The shag rug was already ruined. So it didn’t matter if I soiled it again.
But I didn’t get a chance to puke before the scent of lilacs tickled my nose, pushing down all that acid that was burning a hole in my throat.
I blinked my eyes open at the same time the beautiful redhead placed a cold washcloth on my forehead.
I licked my dry lips, zeroing in on her wide green eyes.
She gave me one of those sad looks, as if to say it was okay and she knew my pain. But no one knew my fucking pain. No one knew how it felt to lose both of my parents, my sister, and my brother in one day.
Haven patted my face as gently as she could, no doubt afraid I was going to bite off her head or maybe puke on her low-cut T-shirt.
I stared at her tits as though they were my next meal. My hands had a mind of their own. The next thing I knew, I was gripping the tiniest waist I’d ever touched. The women I usually dated or fucked weren’t tiny, and that was on purpose.
I liked my women with wide hips and an ass I could grab on to. Lucas always asked me what the draw was. My answer had been and was “Big women own their shit.” At least the girls I’d dated had. “They’ve got meat. They know how to fuck, and they’re confident in their own skin.”
Society was so screwed up, and the media drove the helm by showing skinny girls in ads and commercials. No one said a lady had to be a size two to be pretty or attractive.
My mom was a big woman, and she had been comfortable in her own skin. My old man hadn’t had any complaints either.
I moved a red curl away from Haven’s face. “Sunshine, is it dark outside?”
She flinched, almost falling back on the coffee table. I tried to catch her, or I thought I did, but she righted herself, giggling, a sound that was refreshing and soothing.
“I really don’t bite.” I do bite. I like to bite.
I loved to fucking play when it came to sex until the girl was screaming and wriggling and to the point where she was begging me to get her off. I took foreplay as serious as I took a game of football.
“Giggle again.” I slurred the words.
She angled her head.
I saw two of her and frowned.
I grinned like a lovesick bastard. “Is your name really Haven?”
She was standing in between my legs and primed to drop to her knees to suck my dick.
You’re an asshole. You would definitely scare her off with your dick.
“Yeah.” That one word from her lips sounded musical.
“Do we know each other?” I’d never seen her before. Then again, I hadn’t seen many people since the accident. But she didn’t register as someone I’d seen even before then.
She flicked her head once, knitting her brows, which blended in with the color of her hair.
I touched her lips with the pad of my thumb. She visibly shivered.
Without much thought, I lifted her up and onto my lap.
She sucked in air.
“Has anyone ever told you that you smell like lilacs?”
Shaking her head, she tensed.
“Cat got your tongue?”
On my last word, her tongue snaked out, and if that wasn’t the most ball-busting move I’d ever seen, I didn’t know what was. Suddenly, I was the horniest quarterback south of the Mississippi.
Her eyes grew as big and wide as the lake in town, and that lake was bigger than the state of Rhode Island. Then she lowered her gaze to my crotch. She fixated on my groin as my dick swelled at a rapid rate between her legs. I would probably bust her in two as small as she was.
She flattened her equally tiny hands on my chest and licked her lips as though she wanted me but didn’t want me.
I traced the curve of her perfect size C-cup breasts that seemed a little large for her small stature. I continued down one side of the V in her T-shirt then switched to the other side.
Goose bumps popped to attention on her chest.
So I did it again. I loved when a woman’s body reacted to my touch. With my free hand, I took one of hers and guided it down to my dick.
I never said I was a gentleman. When I wanted something, I took it, particularly when a woman wanted me, and it was clear from the lust in Haven’s eyes that she wanted every inch of me.
She froze, fear overpowering the lust in her eyes.
I fixated on her firm, round breasts that I was salivating to taste. Hell, I wanted to taste more than her breasts.
She gave me a shy look as she rested her hand on my dick.
There you go. Now that was heaven.
I closed my eyes briefly, savoring the feel of her squeezing my rock-hard cock.
I gripped her hips and guided her to move her body. I needed friction. Actually, I needed to fuck her. I was a second away from flipping her on her back when a door slammed nearby.
Haven’s body went rigid.
I couldn’t give a fuck if Lucas saw us.
She scurried to her feet. “I have to go.”
And I have to jack off now.
I sat for the longest time after she left, unable to move, knowing I should get my ass upstairs. But getting up as drunk as I was would be a hurdle I wasn’t ready to take on.
A slap to my arm jarred me awake. I found Lucas grinning at me with his bulky arms crossed over his chest. The wide receiver’s arms were magical on the field.
“What did you do to Haven?” he asked.
“Does it look like I did anything?”
He held out his hand. “You know who she is, right?”
“Can’t say I do.”
“I’ll tell you when you’re sober. Right now, get your ass upstairs, drink coffee, and deal with your lawyer.”
That was the last thing I wanted to do.