Winner Takes All
Delectable Bad Boys 1

Taryn Belle stalked him for two weeks.

Now she locked her prey in her sights. Cody “The Brick” Brickman in all his masculine glory stood across the room. He’d managed to separate himself from the two barely dressed babes who’d been pasted to his side all night. Six-foot-six of sheer muscle and brute strength, he was professional football’s poster boy for outstanding performances on the field and outrageous behavior off the field.

On the surface, they were two of a kind—except he practiced what he preached. He deserved every bit of his bad press. She didn’t. She was a fraud. She’d fabricated and cultivated her bad girl image with well-placed publicity stunts.

Cody happened to be her next target.

Taking a deep breath, she sauntered toward him, slow and casual, not too obvious, never taking her eyes off her quarry. She shifted her glance to Jerome, her reluctant front man. He stood only a few feet to Cody’s right. He caught her quick look and nodded briefly. After all, they were in this together. He’d gotten her into this party, mostly because his long-time goal in life was to get into her pants, but she’d never ruin a great friendship over something like sex.

Poor Jerome would have to deal with his unrequited love. Besides, he’d get over it. He’d fallen in and out of love with her a hundred times since they’d met in college almost ten years ago. She’d done his college homework for him, and he’d been her protector at every wild college party they’d frequented. She loved him. He was one of the few people in this world she truly trusted.

Shaking her head at those memories, Taryn refocused her efforts on Mr. Brickman, as she slipped her tall, lean body in the small space between the two men. Jerome raised one eyebrow at her bold move but said nothing. Cody’s head turned when she accidentally brushed against his hip. His gaze rested on hers.

A series of expressions flickered across his handsome face like a video clip—surprise at seeing her, appreciation as he did a leisurely survey of her physical attributes, then recognition as his gaze finally made it to her face. A slow, lazy smile spread across his lips as the lion appraised the lioness that dared venture into his den.

Pictures hadn’t done justice to those dark blue, almost violet eyes. She’d never in her life seen eyes that color. Everything about him screamed male, hard rock-bodied male, every woman’s fantasy and some lucky women’s realities. From what she’d heard, quite a few women’s actually. And often at the same time. Cody didn’t have many scruples, especially when it came to sex,

Jerome cleared his throat and slipped a possessive arm around her waist. She jabbed him with an elbow, and he grunted. That was not the way they were supposed to play this. Taryn pulled away, edging closer to her target. Cody took it all in and grinned with amusement.

“So, the elusive Belle of basketball. We finally meet.”

“I’m no more elusive than you. Let’s face it, we’re both publicity whores.”

Cody lifted one shoulder in a half shrug. “It serves a purpose. I can’t play football forever. I’m just exploring my options. From that spread in Playboy, I’d say you are too. And I do mean spread.” He turned to Jerome. “You’ve been holding out on me, bud. I didn’t know you and Taryn were an item.”

“We’re not,” Taryn interrupted before Jerome could respond.

On cue, her other partner in crime, LaSonia, snatched Jerome’s arm and pulled him to the dance floor. Cody observed it all, missing nothing. Yet if he suspected a trap, he held his tongue.

Cody stepped closer. Those violet eyes drilled into hers. One strong arm encircled her waist. His fingers stroked her hipbone as if playing sensuous chords on a guitar. A tremor of pure lust and animal attraction thrummed through her heated veins. Her body’s powerful reaction shocked her. Usually, cocky men like him didn’t do much for her.

He lowered his head and his voice to speak into her ear. “I kept the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue with you on the cover. It’s in the drawer in my nightstand. For those few nights I spend alone.” He pulled back slightly to gauge her reaction and drive his point home. His deep, sexy voice caressed her like a warm breeze wafting through a tropical lagoon.

“And the Playboy centerfold?” Her shaky voice betrayed her.

“It’s right here, etched in my dreams.” He pointed at his forehead.

“Oh.” She swallowed and rubbed the goosebumps on her arms. “Do you feel a draft in here?”

“Are you cold? I could warm you up.” He pulled her tighter to him. “Do I make you nervous? The bad girl of basketball? I find that hard to believe. Or are you so aroused in my presence that you can hardly control yourself?”

“The latter.” Not exactly a lie, but it wasn’t the complete truth. Her reaction to him scared the crap out of her This was crazy. She couldn’t do this. The man had more sex in one week than she’d probably had her entire life. She swigged down half of her wine. She had to do it. She needed him, and the publicity that surrounded him everywhere he went.

“Good to hear that because I feel the same.” Cody stared at her chest. Her revealing dress didn’t allow for any underwear but the smallest of g-strings. Her breasts spilled out of the low-cut top. Her nipples stood out proudly under the clingy fabric.

She nodded, afraid to speak.

“I’ve been wanting to meet you for a long time. You’re my wet dream.” He dragged his gaze back to hers. She saw it all reflected in those blue depths, humor, arousal, hunger, and something indefinable.

“You probably say that to every female.”

“Only you.”

Her breath caught in her throat. She couldn’t find her tongue. It must have slid down to her crotch like every other part of her.

“Taryn, you are the hottest thing to hit women’s sports in years.”

He didn’t need to tell her that. She knew it, but female athletes didn’t get a fraction of the press or the money as male athletes. So they had to generate interest in their sports by other means. An association with Cody, no matter how brief, would increase the public’s exposure to her sport and her cause like no other publicity stunt she’d tried to date.

She found her tongue and mustered every bit of acting ability she possessed. The inner drive that gave her the courage to pose nude for Playboy took control.

“Are you handing me a line?”

“Might be. Are you biting? I’ve been fantasizing about you for one hell of a long time.”

“Do you think reality will be as good as fantasy?”

“I sure as hell intend to find out.”

“When?”

“Tonight.”

ADULT EXCERPT

Cody turned to her as he kicked the door shut with his heel. “Do you think he’ll join us?”

“I haven’t a clue.”

“Do you two do this often?”

“Of course.”

He rubbed his chin and looked her up and down. “You’re not a good bullshitter.”

“Actually, I’m quite good.”

He moved to her and tilted her chin up to his. “I’m good, too, and I’ll prove it.” He kissed her plump kissable lips. Light little feather kisses designed to drive a woman wild.

Taryn moaned and swayed. He caught her in his arms.

“Am I boring you yet?”

“To death.”

“Then it’ll be a sweet death.”

“What a way to die.”

“That’s my line.” He winked at her, ready to get down to business, literally. “Get naked for me, sweetheart.”

Taryn looked at him through lowered lashes. He waited, resting his butt on the edge of the wet bar counter. She reached behind her back. He heard the zipper and the dress fell loose, baring her breasts. Tonight, she wore simple little gold hoops in each nipple. Cody licked his lips. The slinky fabric slithered down her body and pooled at her feet.

He cupped those great tits of hers in his hands, kneading them, rolling the nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Her piercings excited him as much now as they did that first night. He kissed his way down her silky skin. Pausing to lick her nipples, his tongue toyed with the gold rings. As much as he loved them, he didn’t spend much time there. He had a different goal tonight.

Picking her up by the waist, he sat her on the edge of a small round bar table, pushing the chair out of the way. He knelt down between her legs, spreading them wide. The scent of an aroused woman, mingled with her perfume, just about sent him over the edge.

He moved aside the crotch of her panties and spread her apart. Burying his face between her legs, he drove his tongue deep. She grabbed handfuls of his hair and pushed her pussy into his face. Cody greedily ate at her, lapping the juices, sucking her clit, fucking her with his fingers. Seconds later, she came, screaming his name as a shudder vibrated from deep in her core to all parts of her body.

Satisfied, he rose to his feet. “I bet that sucked, too.”

“It did. Hell, yes, it did.” Her head lolled back on the table.

Not giving her any recovery time, he lifted her up and laid her on her back on the table.

The door opened. They both glanced toward it. Jerome slipped in the door and shut it behind him.

“Don’t stop on my account.” He dropped into a chair after positioning it for the best view.

“Don’t you want to get in on the action?” Cody’s hand stroked her pussy.

“I will when the time’s right. For now, I’ll watch.”

“You will?” Taryn lifted her head from the table and sounded a little disconcerted.

“I like to watch.”

“Suit yourself.” Cody turned back to Taryn. His hands roamed her body, exploring the soft, smooth skin and the hard athlete’s muscles. Taryn’s head hung off the table. She lifted it and turned to watch him.

“Bored yet?”

“Not yet.” Her eyes dilated as proof of her desire.

“Would you like me to get you a magazine to read, so you won’t be bored?”

“No.”

“How about a drink or something?” His index finger slid inside her wet cunt while his other hand fondled a breast. She arched her hips toward him.

“No.” Her strangled voice amused him.

“Don’t start yawning on me. I know I’m an uninspired lover.” He thumbed her clit. The little nub was erect and ready for more action.

“Just shut up and fuck me.”

“Isn’t that a song?”

She groaned.

“Do you need something?”

“Your cock. Now. Inside my pussy.”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely.” She gasped. Lifting those long legs, she hooked them on the sides of the table and opened herself even wider to him. He drove two fingers inside her, finger fucking her. His fingers made a sucking sound as they moved in and out of her sopping pussy.

Jerome stood and moved closer. Out of the corner of his eye, Cody saw him strip off his clothes. His teammate moved to her side and fingered the nipple ring on her breast. Taryn cried out from the overwhelming pleasure of two men’s hands on her.

With Jerome’s help, she came apart again, drenching Cody’s fingers with her juices. “Oh, God. Please, I can’t take anymore. Stop. That’s enough.”

“Sorry, babe, we haven’t even gotten to the main event. Third time’s a charm.”

Jerome moved to her head. He continued to finger her nipples. Taking her hand, he wrapped her fingers around his cock. She took the not-so-subtle hint and stroked it. Jerome moaned. His body quivered with yearning and from the sheer strength it took for him to hold back.

“Don’t you fucking come yet, buddy. Not until we have two holes filled.”

“I won’t.” Jerome gritted his teeth as Taryn worked his cock with her hand.

Cody slid Taryn’s hips to the edge of the table, positioned his cock at her hot opening, so hot it should have been steaming. His dick twitched at the erotic sight of her pussy, pink and swollen with need, drenched with desire. And ready. Oh, so fucking ready for his cock. And his cock was ready, too. Ready to be buried inside that one-of-a-kind heaven on earth.

With a tortured groan, he inhaled, bunched his muscles, and slammed into her all the way home. Taryn’s primal scream echoed through the small room. Her hips jerked from the jolt. Pleasure rippled through both of them.

Damn, she was so fucking tight. She felt so damn good, wrapped around him, wet and warm and wanting.