Completion

PART ONEMy teeth ground together in frustration. I couldn't believe I let her talk me into coming to this party.My sister, I mean really- my sister!I watched as she physically entertained a professional football teamhalf-naked, drunk, behaving like a complete slut. I looked away, my eyes in need of disinfectant. No one should see their older sister having her nipples sucked. After a certain age, no one should see their sister's nipples period!The party was in full swing, players at the end of downtime blowing off pre-season steam. This involved plenty of women, booze, and rowdy celebration. Everything but an all-out gang bang- so far.I was hiding in the suite's small kitchen trying to think of a way out that included taking my sister with me. This wasn't the best spot, because it opened on both sides, but at the moment it was empty of partiers.A noise made me turn."Heys, babes." The low, drunken voice slurred, casting obnoxious alcohol breath into my nostrils. At the same

The entire week after THE party, I spent every available minute on the Internet researching Killian like some obsessed fan. I couldn't help myself.Twenty-five years old, star quarterback in college, first-round draft pick when he turned pro at twenty-one. Two years ago, he took over the starting quarterback position for the Scorpions. One year ago, he was one of the country's most eligible bachelors. But, as always, there was a downsidehe was known to have a quick temper, use his fists when push came to shove, and for a non-thug position like quarterback, he had a thug reputation. And I couldn't forget- the face of an angel.I dug deeper. His single mom raised him along with one brother, but no other articles gave insight into his family. An in-depth feature about his high school years shed some light on his temper. He grew up in Richmond, California, and attended a predominately non-white high school. There, he learned to use his fists until his throwing arm caught the eye of the v

Malory directed us to the front seats, which were to the right of the owner and his group, but separated by an aisle. "These are Killian's and he wants you sitting here," she said when I gave her a, "No I'd rather sit in the very back" look.Just as we took the proffered seats, the crowd started clapping and cheering. I looked down at the field and saw Killian, helmet dangling from his hand, leading the team onto the field at a steady jog.Oh my fucking my.In street clothes, he was a wet dream, but in pads, the number twenty jersey, and skin-tight football pants-totally cream-dream worthy. Damp hair hung just a little below his ears and was plastered to his head. He made the wet shaggy style look scrumptious. I continued to subconsciously drool as he sat on the grass, spread his legs, and stretched."Heart attack here. Where's the medic?" Amanda said in a low voice.Malory heard, laughed, and said too loudly, "We keep smelling salts on hand for just this purpose.""I need some o

The covers were now pushed to the bottom of the bed. He held me curled with my back against his chest, my legs pulled slightly into my stomach. He'd arranged me how he wanted me then skimmed his fingers from my hip past my knee. God this man's touch drove me wild even in my sexually exhausted state."You hungry?"The words broke the spell, but it took me a moment to switch from the prefrontal cortex orgasmic part of my brain to the lateral hypothalamus hunger part of my brain. He waited patiently, never stopping the lazy slide of his fingers."Starving."In one fluid movement, he rose from the bed, totally unconcerned with his nakedness. I looked at the hand he held out. My nudity caused me to hesitate."Um." I sat up, ignoring his hand, and made a grab for the rumpled sheet.His fingers closed around mine. "Naked, in my kitchen-now.""No way," I yelped.I wasn't sure what to expect with my rebellion, but even so, I was surprised over what I got.His dimples flashed and be beg

He kissed my forehead and rolled out of bed in complete darkness after his alarm went off. He explained the night before that watching film of the coming week's rival team was the highlight of the week.I grumbled and fell back to sleep.My eyes popped open when the covers were yanked away, and I squinted against the light shining through the open blinds.He held a tray in his arms. "One of the few things I can cook, sleepyhead, is waffles, and I make a mean cup of coffee.""No coffee. Not till after I run." My voice was still groggy with sleep."Sit up. I'll drink yours, and you can have my water."I adjusted the pillows behind my back, looked at the pushed down covers, and glanced at him while trying to snag the sheet.He shook his head and gave me his "just-try-it" look.Killian was really into this naked thing, though he was completely dressed. All my insecurities returned."You shouldn't drink coffee before running," I said grumpily to hide my awkwardness.He scanned my