Quarterback's Unwanted Baby(3)

By: Nicki Jackson

Gerard broke the kiss, and the sounds of the music and the people and the wild party infiltrated his senses again. He was breathless as he clutched her determinedly. “Let’s find a room.”

Hartford drew back, shocked. “No. It’s your party. We’ll have all the time in the world afterward.”


The urgency on his face spoke volumes. He wanted her—now. He wanted his shaft buried balls deep inside her, and he wanted their naked limbs entwined. Right now.

She shook her head. “I don’t want to take you away from your party.”

Gerard stared at her face. Her high cheekbones were any photographer’s dream. The walls of his room were full of pictures of her. He was obsessed with the way she looked and the way her body contrasted with his. She was as small as he was big. She was tiny and fragile beneath him, and his hands gleamed on her skin when he touched her.

Someone was calling his name, and despite trying to ignore it, his head automatically turned to the direction of the sound. Damien and a few of the other guys called to him as they poured drinks.

Gerard glanced at Hartford. “I want to be with you.”

Hartford smiled, her pain and misery forgotten as she was once again reminded of his commitment to her. He always prioritized her. Things hadn’t changed. They would make it work, no matter how far apart they lived.

“Enjoy the party. I’ll be right here at the end. Take me home with you,” she whispered in his ear and then pressed her lips to his earlobe.

Hartford stayed by Gerard’s side, only because he’d decided to clutch her wrist and not let go. She was exhausted and her toes ached, and all she wanted was to lie atop his chest and hear his heart beat rhythmically as she slept.

It was 2 a.m. when Gerard finally dragged her away from the party. She simply let him, knowing there was no way to deter him. When he took her up the stairs of Damien’s gorgeous house, Hartford grimaced. “Where are we going?”

Gerard didn’t even glance at her. “Just come.”

Hartford’s heartbeat hitched as he pushed open a door and the lights automatically flickered on, illuminating the gorgeous room in muted yellow light. The gold and cobalt blue modern décor looked inviting and seductive. He closed the door behind him and twisted the lock, releasing her wrist.

Her brows furrowed. Instinctively, she rubbed her wrist. It was sore from her too-strong boyfriend’s hold. “The party isn’t over.”

“It is for us,” he said slowly, his hands undoing the top few buttons of his shirt.

Hartford’s heart leapt into her throat. It had been so long since they’d slept together. Two months, while he trained and she prepped for her exams. They’d barely had any time to spend together.

“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”

Gerard swallowed. “I’m dying to be inside you.”

Hartford gasped at the words and watched the shirt being peeled off his body. Unashamed, her eyes roved over his tanned body. His shoulders wide, bulging with muscle; his chest rock-hard; and his abdomen flat and unrelenting. Reaching forward, she slid her hands possessively over his chest. “I’m so proud of you, baby.”

Gerard’s heart skipped a beat, and he slammed his mouth onto hers. Her whimper of protest muffled against his mouth, he slowed his lips, biting them gently, his head slanting as he deepened the kiss and plunged his tongue into her mouth.

He slid his hands up her back, finding the zipper that held her dress in place. It came loose, and he let it drop to the floor. Stepping back, his chest rising and falling in harsh pants, he beheld the perfection of her gleaming, ebony body.

Hartford’s hands rested on his chest, and he pulled the cups of her bra down. The flimsy lace released her breasts and they spilled out, full and round. He gathered them in his palms and met her gaze. She twitched in pleasure when he flicked his fingers over her nipples. They hardened for him, puckering up. He stroked his hand up to her neck and grasped her throat, his lips covering hers again while he reached behind her back to undo her bra.

Hartford was high on the heat of his body. His flesh burned beneath her hands as she slid her palms down his abs and pushed through the waistband of his trousers. Her heart thrummed in excitement as her fingers pushed through the hair below his navel. Unable to get through to his manhood, she undid his belt and was unfastening his fly when her bra fell away from her body and his hands took over her task.

Her heart flipped over when his strong muscled legs were revealed to her. His shaft was hard and pushing against the stretchy fabric of his briefs, screaming to be unleashed. Reaching forward, she clutched the shape of it concealed in white fabric.