Stevie heard the pop ofa button and the zip of her jeans. Still with her back to him, she pushed themdown and he sucked in a breath. Rooney was naked under the jeans. No knickersand the knowledge drove him crazy. He lurched forward and grabbed her, liftingher up in his arms.
"Yeah, it stillworks. Only problem is, it's been too long between for me to take any more ofyour teasing." He walked into the corner stall and lay her down on thehay. Her hair sprawled around her shoulders as she gazed up at him.
"I feel bad usingyou like this."
"I don't considerit using me, honey. I'm going to get you back anyway. I just have to prove toyou that you and Tam will always come first with me."
He kept his gaze on heras he popped the button on his jeans. Pushing them down over his hips with hisboxers, Stevie stood in front of her.
A smile curved her lipsand she lifted herself up on her elbows. "Come here."
He knelt down besideher and ran his hands over her pale white skin. When he touched her stomach, heleaned down and kissed it, a wave of emotion rolling over him.
"Never again willyou go through that without me."
Rooney took his face inher hands and pulled him down to lay beside her. She tucked a leg over his hip,bringing their bodies closer together. "Don't talk. Let's just get lost inthe moment." With gentle fingers, she ran a nail down his chest, clickingover his hard nipple and tracing it over his stomach. When he sucked in abreath, she smiled and let her hand travel further down. His erection jerkedagainst her stomach and she wrapped her hands around it.
He ran his fingersalong the curve of her full breast, her nipple puckering in the moonlightbefore he dipped his head to suckle. Pushing her back, he spread her legs withhis knee.
Rooney kept her handover his cock and guided him inside. She sighed in pleasure as he filled her.
Stevie started to moveslowly, intent on making this last longer than the last time. That had beenhurried ‘stamp my mark on you again’ sex. Tonight he wanted to rekindle love,to remind her how well they fit together like a set of matched gloves, twosouls with one heartbeat.
He leaned his elbows oneither side of her body, and watched the emotions wash over her expressiveface. She was lost in a world of pleasure, relaxed and at peace as their bodiesremembered each other. Stevie kissed the tip of her nose. Rooney opened hereyes and gazed at him, her smile filling his heart.
She lifted her arms andwrapped her hands behind his neck to pull his mouth down to hers. The kissstarted soft and sensual, tongues tasting each other and exploring. As theyrocked together in the hay, they deepened the kiss. It became desperate andhungry. Rooney lifted her legs and wrapped them around his thighs, pulling himcloser and urging him to go faster.
He increased his pace,the blood rushing through his veins, the need for release chasing each thrust.Rooney arched her back and cried out, clawing at his back. Her sex clenchedaround him, driving him over the edge. With a final thrust, Stevie clenched hisjaw tight and let go.
He rested his foreheadon hers, their heavy breathing the only sound in the quiet night. Slowly theysettled, and Stevie slid his hands under her body, pulling Rooney close tonestle against his chest. He rolled onto his back and held her tight, not willingto let her go just yet.
ChapterTwenty-eight
The next morning asCade drove to his final visit with the surgeon, he played Kate's words over inhis mind. He had to convince her that he never put her in the same category asthe girls who used to hang around the players at the leagues club. She was morethan that and now he had to prove it and after this visit was over, he would dojust that.
"So, what's theverdict, doc?" Cade sat back in his chair and tried to keep a blank lookon his face. His heart pounded and his palms were sweaty. He already knew theanswer. It was just a case of having it given to him in an official capacity.
"Well, I've goneover the scans your doctor sent in the other day and I'm afraid there isnothing more I can do." He sat back in his chair and took off his glasses,pinching the skin on the top of his nose. "I know we've been down thistrack before, Cade. Your long injury history was always going to work againstyou eventually."
Cade sucked in a breathand looked away from the sympathetic gaze the doctor gave him.
"We also need totake your age into account."
"That's bullshitand you know it. There are guys older than me on the team."
"Yes there are,but have they had the injuries you have?"
"So, now what? Throwme a bone and wave goodbye? Rugby is my life."
"I understandthat, and I'm sure management has strategies in place to help you adjust tolife after sport. For now, I can only suggest taking it easy until your leg is strongenough to take off the brace. I suspect you may be left with a slight limp, butthat shouldn't impede everyday life."
"Thanks,Doc." Cade glanced around the room he’d become familiar with over thelength of his football career. He stood and reached across the table to shakehands. "Guess we won't be crossing paths again, but I appreciate allyou've done for me."
"Good luck withwhatever you decide to do. I'll fax my report over to the team manager now. Iunderstand you have an appointment with them today."
"Cheers."Cade turned and hobbled from the room. He made it down to the car park and slidbehind the wheel before he embarrassed himself with tears. Knowing it wascoming hadn't made the result any easier to take. Gutted, he reached for hisemergency stash of whiskey in the glove box, only to remember he'd drunk thatlast
