Free Penetrate: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (Alpha Athletes) by Violet Paige Page B

ribbons. It was easy to pick out Sierra next to Reyna in the crowd.
    I adjusted my glasses. My fingers twitched. This was it.
    Scott served the ball. The Australians bumped it up. I jumped, reaching high as I spiked the ball for a kill.
    Scott jumped on my back, throwing me to the ground.
    “That was badass,” he yelled. I could barely hear him over the cheering fans.
    The entire arena had erupted in pandemonium. I fucking loved it.
    “We’re moving on,” I yelled. “Next round!”
    We hopped up, covered in sand and were immediately met with a reporter from Sports Now . She had questions about our first appearance in the Olympics. She wanted to know how we felt playing a double header.
    I grinned, answering all her questions and letting Scott field what he wanted to me. We felt in sync again. All the mistakes from this morning were forgiven and forgotten.
    Finally, she released us and we ran over to the first row of seats. Reyna leaned down to hug Scott like she always did. “You were awesome, babe.”
    I looked up at Sierra.
    “Hey.” She bit nervously at her lip, but I wasn’t going to let anyone second-guess what was going on here.
    I scaled the side of the railing until I was on the first level.
    “What are you—” My lips pressed over hers before she could say another word.
    I groaned at the kiss, sliding my tongue along hers, twisting and twining as the kiss grew hotter by the second. My hands landed on her ass.
    “Pierce,” she whispered.
    “I don’t give a fuck,” I answered. My mouth was heavy on hers.
    I knew there were cameras. I knew Scott and Reyna had stopped to stare at us. I knew Eric was somewhere shooting fake daggers at me. I didn’t give a shit.
    I finally let go to take a breath.
    “Everyone knows, Sierra.”
    She closed her eyes. “I know. I told my brother.”
    I raised one eyebrow higher than the other. “That’s a weird thing to tell your sibling.”
    She shook her head. “Not like that. He was the reason I didn’t get the job. Well, you actually. He and Eric didn’t think I could handle you. And I called him out on it.”
    I looked into her eyes. “And what do you think? Do you think you can handle me?”
    I saw the look of determination. She chewed her bottom lip.
    “I do.” She smiled.

Chapter Sixteen

Sierra
    E verything after that was a blur . Somehow we ended up checking into a hotel. Pierce said he didn’t want everyone in the village to hear what we were going to do. I didn’t know what the difference was between hotel patrons or athletes, but I didn’t argue when he carried me over the threshold of the suite.
    My heart beat rapidly. I knew what was coming next. I knew what the night had in store for me. I knew what Pierce was capable of.
    He placed my feet on the floor at the foot of an enormous bed.
    “Don’t move,” he ordered.
    I stood still, my head rotating to follow him around the room. He turned on the radio and fiddled with the stations until he landed on something with a heavy Latin beat. Next, he dimmed the lights, and disappeared into the kitchen where I could hear glass clinking. He returned with two glasses of champagne.
    “Take your clothes off.” He stood in front of me.
    I quickly pulled my shirt off and shimmied out of my shorts. It was nice to wear something that wasn’t Italian for once. I faced him in my white lace trimmed panties and bra.
    “Everything,” he growled.
    I hooked my fingers under the lace and pushed the fabric down my thighs and stepped out of them. It only took one flick to unhook the bra. The straps fell off my shoulders and slid to the floor.
    “Fuck, I can’t get over how gorgeous you are,” he whispered.
    And he made me feel gorgeous. How he eyed me. How he worshipped my body. How he told me over and over how beautiful and sexy I was.
    I reached for a glass of champagne.
    “Oh no.” He shook his head. “I’m drinking this victory off your body and you’re doing the same thing.” He smiled