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“Yeah, baby,” I sighed, pushing my hand through my hair, blowing a deep breath out, trying to calm myself a little and going to her. “Could you do me a favor?” I had to actively remind him to speak softly, when all I wanted was to beat the shit out of Curt for even suggesting the insane idea. When all Rory did was nod, I reached out and squeezed her hand. “Could you please go to my room and wait for me there? Curt and I have a few things to discuss.” She looked from me to Curt and, nodding again, she squeezed my hand back in support then went and did what I needed her to do.

“Baby?” Curt sneered when the door to my bedroom closed behind Rory. “Is she the reason you're passing up this golden opportunity?”

Checking one last time that she was inside and couldn’t hear any of this, I stalked over to Curt and got in his face.

“From the moment you signed me as your client, you knew what I wanted. You knew, and you still know how hard I worked for it. You know what my plans are regarding my career. And you also know the only team I want to play for is the Denver Thunders.” I shook my head, unable to believe what was happening. “If you ever come to me with a crazy idea like that…If you ever even suggest I should leave all I have here behind, just so you can get more money out of me, you're going to find yourself penniless. Remember, we too, have a contract. And as I remember, I made you put in that you’ll ask me before any decision is made and you’ll listen to what I want. What I want, Curt. Not how much money there is to get, not how far you think it could advance my career. You knew from the moment you approached me that I wanted only one team. And you also know that if I find out you didn’t do as you’re supposed to, I can not only get rid of your ass, but you also have to pay the penalties. You thought I was just some stupid jock, but I’ve proven to you again and again that I have a brain in my head. So, don’t do anything stupid, my friend. Don't make me fire you, Curt,” I turned around, done with him, my intention now on getting to Rory. “Now get out of my house.”

Still fighting the anger that was coursing through me, I opened the door and found Rory sitting on my bed. How could Curt be so fucking stupid? He knew how much this meant to me. And yeah, all he saw in me was a paycheck, since he demanded fifteen percent. Curt should know better though. My father added a stipulation in the final deal that even though Curt was my manager, he still had to consider what I wanted. He should be jumping at the chance to make everything I wanted to happen, happen. He should look for my benefit, and not his own. Why would he be so stupid as to go opposite of what was negotiated, of what they both signed?

And to suggest Rory had something to do with me choosing to stay? Sure, she was beautiful, she was smart, and she was funny. Whenever I was with her, nothing else had a place in my life. She was my only focus. She was mine, damnit. And nothing else mattered. Fuck, she was the most important thing in my life, and I couldn't stand the idea of leaving her, let alone actually doing it.

I needed her by my side.

So, yeah, she was a huge reason. Fuck, when the hell did that happened? When did Rory become more important than even football? I don’t give a fuck, I thought as I slowly walked over to her not wanting to scare her. The only thing that was important was to fucking finally let her in on the play of things. To let her know she was mine.

“We need to talk,” she stood up, watching me come in the room.

“Yeah, we do,” I managed to push out over the lump in my throat. Fuck, I didn't even recognize my voice.

“You,” she started to no doubt spew some shit about last night’s kiss, but I didn't let her. I had no interest in hearing what she was about to say, since I knew it was a lie, she tried to convince herself of. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.

“I'm going to kiss you now,” I whispered as I came to stand in front of her, leaving barely an inch of space between us.

And I did just that.

From the moment my lips touched hers, a current started to fly through me making my pulse go sky high. As I touched my tongue to her upper lip, she let out a small moan, opened her mouth, and let me in without any coaxing.

Fuck yeah, she was mine.

“Do you know how much I think about your lips?” I murmured a second before I plunged my tongue inside her mouth, not giving her a chance to answer, exploring every inch of it. Drinking from her.

My hands went from her neck, down her side and found the hem of her shirt and, pushing under it, touching her soft skin, they went up, taking the shirt with them.

“Do you know how many times I’ve wondered how soft your skin is?”

Reaching the edge of her bra, I swiped its cups with my thumbs and moving my hands up again, I pushed her shirt up and over her head. Throwing it away, I looked at her, barely able to stop from tackling her to the bed. There she was, standing before me in nothing but her leggings and black sports bra.

Fuck, she was a vision. A dream in the flesh.

Reaching out, I slowly dragged my knuckles from the base of her neck, her breaths coming rapidly, mimicking mine, over her breastbone to her right tit, watching goose bumps chase my fingers.

“Do you know how much I think about your tits?” I mused, not looking away from the nipple trying to break out of the cup. “How perfect they would be?” I continued in my musings and pinched her through her bra, rolling the nipple between my fingers, making Rory gasp in response. “What your nipples look like…how they would taste?” I leaned down and took a nipple in my mouth, tasting cotton.

“Jason,” Rory whispered, bowing her back to give me more.

I pushed her bra out of the way and finally tasted skin. Cupping her breast, not waiting even a second, I went right back, and bit then licked her nipple.

“Jason,” Rory moaned, her knees buckling, her hands now at my shoulders.

Not breaking contact but instead taking big pulls and alternately teasing her with my tongue, I pushed Rory on the bed and lay on top of her. Letting it go with a loud pop, I switched sides and gave the same attention to her other tit.

“Candy,” I murmured.

Instinctively, I knew she was losing her patience when her hands dove under my T-shirt, and scratching the skin on my back with her little nails, she tore it off me. My focus was solely on her, her hair a disaster from thrashing her head all over the bed, her lips swollen from mine, her breaths coming fast. God, she was beautiful. As I watched her, I trailed my palm down her stomach to her thighs.

“Do you know how many times I’ve imagined your pussy while I was under a cold spray of my shower?” I gave her a cocky smile when I saw her eyes go wide. Half expecting her to push me off, I reached into her panties, touching only soft skin. “Are you wet for me, baby?” I whispered, leaning down to lightly kiss her lips. “Have you done the same? Have you touched yourself thinking about me?”

I was sure my cock was going to explode if I didn't bury myself in her soon.