Stealing Home: A Reverse Grumpy-Sunshine College Sports Romance (Beyond the Play Book 3)

I TILT my head to the side with my eyes closed, listening as my bedroom door opens, shuts, and locks. When we got home from the bowling alley, Mia told me to go upstairs and wait in my room with my eyes closed. I’ve been patient—I lost our bet fair and square, after all, even if she hid her bowling prowess from me to secure victory—but the anticipation feels palpable, dragging across my skin. I haven’t touched myself yet, but my cock is half-hard already. I want to touch her, to taste her, to spank her for playing me for a fool… but it’s her night. Her win. I can already sense the electricity between us, that live golden wire dancing in the quiet of the room.

I hear her footsteps across the floor, and then I sense her. With my eyes closed, I focus on her warm presence and her jasmine scent. She must lean in, because something tickles my cheek; her hair, I’d be willing to bet. It’s a struggle to keep my hands to myself as my cock twitches in my jeans.

“You can open your eyes now,” she murmurs.

I take my hands away from my eyes, blinking a few times. When I shut them, the overhead light in my room was on, but now it’s off, with only the glow of my desk lamp illuminating the space. Mia stands before me in a black silk robe—and those gorgeous suede boots. Her hair hangs long and loose over her shoulders. She’s wearing the same jewelry as before, her little gold hoops and a matching gold chain, and she must have freshened up her makeup as well, because her lips shine with gloss.

My mouth goes dry instantly. No one—absolutely no one—comes close to her beauty. I know every guy thinks they’ve landed the most gorgeous girl in the world, but me? I actually have her. “Angel.”

She lets the robe fall off her shoulders, revealing a set of lacy black straps. I reach forward, but she shakes her head. Her lips press together like she’s holding back a smile. “Just sit back and relax.”

“You’re torturing me,” I say.

She presses her finger to my lips. “I haven’t even started, babe.”

She takes a step back, running her delicate hand through her hair, shaking it out over her shoulders. The robe slips down a couple more inches, showing off her toned arms. “Siri,” she says. “Play ‘My Heart Has Teeth.’”

I settle against the headboard, lacing my fingers together behind my head. I’ve never heard of the song she just turned on, but the beat that fills the room is dark and fucking sexy. She moves her hips to the music, toying with the tie on the robe.

If I’m not careful, I’m going to come in my pants before she even touches me.

The beat of the song feels like a handprint against my heart. I fist my fingers in my jeans, forcing myself to keep from pulling out my cock and giving it a stroke. A wicked smile plays on her lips as she unties the robe. She lets it fall slowly, moving all the while. When it slips away from her front, I can’t help it, I groan aloud.

She’s wearing a bodysuit made of black lace and mesh. The neckline plunges down between her breasts, and delicate swirls of lace just barely cover her nipples. Ribbed mesh covers her stomach, leading down to a scrap of fabric that shows off the groomed triangle of hair between her legs. Garters extend from the bodysuit to sheer thigh-high socks that come an inch above the suede boots I bought her.

She’s always sexy, no matter what she’s wearing, but right now, it takes all of my willpower not to pull her into my lap and lick right over the thin lace covering those pretty pink nipples. I clench my ass to fight the wave of arousal that goes through me when she drags her finger from her collarbone, thrown in sharp relief against her outfit, all the way down to the rib leading straight to her cunt.

She gathers her hair in her hands and lets it fall as she bites her lip. Her eyelashes flutter.

“Fucking hell,” I say, my voice low and rough. I can’t help it; I squeeze my cock through my jeans.

She lets go of her lip slowly. I can’t take my eyes off the slick lip gloss, imagining that it’s spit and my seed coating them instead.

“Not until I give you permission,” she purrs.

The song kicks up a notch. I can barely pay attention to the lyrics, not when I have a literal angel dancing for me, but what I do catch sounds so perfectly Mia that I smile. She turns in a slow circle, showing off the way the fabric just barely covers the sweet curve of her ass. There’s a heart-shaped cutout right at her lower back, and the garters extend straight down the backs of her thighs, teasing lines that make my cock jump. I want to slap her bottom until it turns pink, maybe fuck her there, too, but it’s her show. I’ll beg her for whatever she wants to give me, whether that’s fucking her or letting her tease me all night. If she wants to drag me along until a single touch will make me blow my load, I’ll let her. She’s my dark angel, and by the curve of her smile as she looks over her shoulder at me? She knows it.

She slides her hands down her sides, over her ass, and gives herself a little smack before turning around. As the song launches into the chorus again, she dips into a crouch, then rises slowly, her hips gyrating all the while. She slips one strap down, and then the next, pulling the bodysuit down far enough to free her tits. She palms them, letting her head fall back. Letting me hear the evidence of her pleasure in the way she moans.

I’m so stiff in my pants that I’m afraid to move. She gives me another smile, smug because she knows exactly what she’s doing to me, and saunters over.

She crawls onto the bed, her hair spilling over her shoulders, her eyes dark and shining. When she straddles my lap, I nearly buck my hips. She leans down, leaving her lips half an inch from mine, and says, “Keep watching. Hands to yourself, but take off your shirt.”

I do as she says, hoping for a kiss, but she doesn’t indulge me. She runs her nails down my chest, tracing over the lines of my tattoo. She rocks back and forth against my crotch. My balls draw up tight, aching without contact; it’d only take a stroke or two to send me over the edge.

“Fucking love your body,” she says, as breathless as I am. She squeezes my bicep. “You’re so strong.”

Even though she’s in control, I see how difficult it is to maintain it; I know she wants to kiss me just as badly. There’s nothing sexier than seeing her like this, just as needy as me, wanting so much even as she struggles to keep up the game.

“Sweetheart,” I beg. “Just one kiss.”

She reaches between us and strokes my cock over my jeans as the song fades. Her lips brush against mine, feather-light. The gloss on her lips is strawberry-flavored, an unexpectedly sweet taste that I want more of. When I try to deepen the kiss, she pulls away, pushing me against the headboard.

She rises to her feet carefully, balancing over me on the bed. I can’t help myself; I reach up and run my hand down her long leg, the soft suede of her boot. I’ve had dreams about these boots, but none of them have come close to this. Electricity zings down my spine, settling low. It’s so hard not to pull her down and roll us over, to kiss her until I steal the breath right from her lungs, to claim her until there’s no doubt in either of our minds that she’s mine and I’m hers.

Her smile turns downright feline. She lifts her leg, planting the heel of her boot right against my tattoo, and grinds down.

At the bloom of pain, I come right in my fucking pants.

“Holy fucking shit.” My head thuds against the wall as I groan through the orgasm, the delicious rush of it jolting like lightning.

She gasps, as if the sight of me coming is enough to send her wobbling over the edge too, and drops into my lap. Her hands wind through my hair, tugging firmly, as she kisses me, licking into my mouth. I wrap my arms around her, digging my fingers into that maddening lace, and kiss her to calm my racing heart. My chest aches from her heel.

I’ve never felt so fucking wanted. I’ve never come harder in my life. She knew just what to do to bring it to the next level, to take command even as she’s giving me everything she has.

She pulls back after a long moment. “Wanna ride your face.”

I groan. “You’re gonna kill me.”

She laughs as she kisses me again. “That was so hot.”

Her laughter is music to my ears. I join in, and for a moment, we just laugh together, hopped up on adrenaline. There’s something about Mia that makes it so easy to go from serious to goofy, inside the bedroom and out. I brush her hair back, pressing a kiss to her jaw and biting down gently. “Oh yeah?”

“Been dreaming about that,” she murmurs. “Seeing you lose control got me so close to the edge, baby.”

“Keep the boots on,” I say as I drag my hands down her back. I trace along the heart-shaped cutout, pleased when that makes her shiver. “Can’t get enough of you in them.”

“Aren’t I supposed to be giving the orders right now?” she teases. Still, she wriggles out of the body suit the rest of the way. As sexy as she looks in all that dark lace, my heart races at the sight of her bare, her face flushed, her nipples pebbled in the cool dark of the room. I scoot down, settling on my back, my cock stirring again already as she sits right on my face.

I could die happily right here and now, with Mia’s soft, strong thighs on either side of my head and her cunt pressed against my mouth. No hesitation, no shyness. She knows what she wants, and I want nothing more than to deliver. I settle my hands on her thighs, breathing against her delicate skin, and relish in her shivering.

“So pretty,” I murmur right against her skin. She cries out from the vibrations of my voice. “You taste like heaven, Mia Angel.”

“I was going for devil,” she says, ending the sentence on a gasp as I nudge her clit. I turn my head into her thigh to give it a kiss. I grab her ass, urging her to give me all of her weight.

“Never,” I say breathlessly. “You’ll always be an angel to me. You might try to be a devil to everyone else, but you’re my angel.”

Her eyes widen. “Sebastian.”

I smile against her. I dig my fingers into her firm ass, licking and sucking wherever I can reach. A constant stream of whines and whimpers escape her mouth, but I don’t let up, not when she’s so close to the edge. She moves against me, just a little at first but then gaining steam, her hands sinking into my hair and tugging sharply.

“Spank me,” she says with a whimper. “Please, I need—”

I slap her bottom hard enough she gasps. “I’m so close.”

I hit her again, on the other side, fucking her with my tongue as I do. Her body tenses, and then she’s coming, crying out my name loudly enough I hope Cooper and Penny are too busy with each other to notice. I keep licking at her, dragging my fingers over the crease of her bottom, until she whines, twisting out of my grip. She flops next to me.

For a long moment, neither of us say anything. We just lay there in comfortable silence, listening to each other breathe. My chest continues to ache, and I bite my lip as I smile. I hope the skin bruises. I want the reminder of her on my skin for days to come.

Eventually, I wriggle out of my ruined jeans, turning so I can cuddle against her warmth. She meets my eyes, her hand stroking through my hair again, gentle this time.

I throw my arm over her and bury my face against her tits. I press a kiss to her flushed skin, right in the middle of her sternum.

“Was I good enough for you?” I tease. “Kept up my end of the bet?”

“No complaints here.” She strokes her thumb over my tattoo. I shiver. “You’re okay, right? That wasn’t too much?”

“You’re kidding, right? That was the hottest fucking thing in the world. Patting myself on the back for replacing those boots.”

“I’ve always wanted to try it.”

I kiss her on the lips, licking off the remainder of the gloss. “You can always try anything with me.”