Hart of the Matter (A Love of the Game Novella) Read Free

she yanked her arm out of his hand and turned on him. 
    “What the fuck is going on, Hartman?  He’s fucking tweaking!  What is he on?” 
    Crossing her arms over her chest, she waited for the man in front of her to explain how he could leave his sister vulnerable to a man who was obviously a drug addict. 
    For a long moment, he simply stared at her.  She opened her mouth to chew him out and he kissed her. 
    Hart Jamison, the man she’d loved for years, kissed the fuck out of her.  He tasted a little like beer but beneath that was the flavor she’d always imagined he would have…specific to him.
    Bailey’s brain short-circuited. 
    The feel of his firm, full lips on hers was incredible.  His arms wrapped around her waist and he walked her backwards into his bedroom.  Her palms slid up his chest and around his neck. 
    Touching him like this, at last, was surreal.  Big hands moved over her lower back and gripped her ass, causing her to moan into his mouth. 
    Then he was lowering her to his bed and all she could think was, “ Yes, yes, yes. ”
    His hips settled into the cradle of her body and he was so hard along her folds through their clothes.  Slowly rocking his hips, he teased his length over her, scraping against her clit with each thrust. 
    Greedily, she touched him anywhere she could reach, squeezing muscles, scratching over warm skin she’d only dreamed about for so long. 
    Breaking the kiss, he moved over her jaw.  “Fuck, Bailey….you feel so damn good.”
    “So do you, Hart.”
    Lifting his hand, supporting himself on the other forearm, he massaged her scalp, down her neck, lightly kneading over her shoulder.  As he palmed her breast, she sighed and he smiled. 
    “Just as perfect as I knew they’d be.”  Nuzzling against her face, he whispered, “Smell so good.  Your smell drives me fucking crazy.  Watching you move.  Listening to your voice.”
    Still he ground his cock over her and she knew an orgasm was embarrassingly close.  Then it was there and she gasped as her body arched from the bed into his chest. 
    He lifted his face to stare into her eyes and she saw the moment second thoughts of being with her entered his mind. 
    “Bailey…”
    “Fuck you, Hart.  Get off me.”  She shoved hard at his shoulders and he looked stricken. 
    As he rolled away, he tried to grab her hand.  “Let me ex…”
    “Save your bullshit speech about honor.  Go fuck a groupie…as usual.”  She stood and straightened the gorgeous outfit she’d worn just for him.  Pushing her hair back, Bailey shook her head.  “I’m beginning to see that I will never be enough of a whore for you.  Just like Harley will never be enough of a whore for Beck.”
    “No.  Fuck…that’s not it at all, Bailey.”
    Glancing over her shoulder, she added with a shrug, “I’ll work on that, Hart.  Real hard.   Your fucking loss.”
    She left him staring at her in shock and walked out of the house that had always felt more welcoming than hers had, until tonight.  Letting herself through her front door, she locked it, turned off the lights, and went to shower. 
    Staring at the ceiling an hour later, she cried for him. 
    “Fucking men.  I’m so sick of this bullshit.”
    In just a couple of months, she’d be graduating and she was anxious to get on with it already.  Her future was lined out and she didn’t discuss it with anyone.  It was her policy not to make a big deal out of something until it was reality. 
    Until then, she was going to keep her head down and work Hart Jamison out of her head. 
    She would never cry over a fucking man again.  Bailey Verreos might be a fool but she was also a bitch…and this bitch was done.
     

Chapter Four
     
    Three months later…
    Bailey was heartsick after her week in North Carolina with Harley.  So many tears and all she wanted to do, was fix everything.  She didn’t know how and that made her feel powerless.
    Life was about to get much harder