Wildcat by Carina Alyce

Wildcat: A Steamy Opposites Attract Sports Protector Romance (MetroGen After Hours #2)

She's not looking for Mr. Forever - just Mr. Right Now. It all changes when she takes her city's star football player home, and he WANTS more. So much more . . .

Leslie McClunis didn't give up ballet for firefighting to be told she'd get ahead if she acted more 'feminine.' As far as she's concerned, she's allowed to cuss like a guy and kick her one-night stands to the curb in the morning like a guy.

Trevor Hampton is not used to being shown the door as football's biggest, baddest defensive end. Not a fan of losing, he wants Leslie for more than a night. Nothing will stop him from capturing his very own firefighting wildcat.

Not even someone stealing his football team. . .

WARNING: This steamy romance is burning hot and loosely based on the 1995 football season. You should only read if you wish Grey's Anatomy and Chicago Fire had a ton more naughty scenes starring ripped football players.

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Leslie kept her voice low, “Why are you here?”

“To show my appreciation for our local firefighters,” her one-night stand said.

“Bull. How did you find me?” While his bedroom skills were exemplary, the definition of a one-night stand was that they went away after and were never seen or heard from again.

“Phone book sitting next to your mail,” Trevor told her.

“You can’t be here.”

“Why not? It’s a public building. City taxes paid for it, and I’m a taxpayer.”

“My pickups don’t follow me to work,” Leslie hissed.

“Oh, so you do this often?” Trevor asked with an edge.

“That’s no business of yours,” she retorted.

“If we’re discussing one-night stand edict, most women would at least offer me coffee.”

“It’s the guy who offers the coffee, not the other way around. Who’s giving you your advice? Dr. Ruth?” Leslie took a calming breath. He needed to go away before her team realized she’d slept with their favorite football player. “Why are you here?”

“I'm making sure we were cool.”

“Why wouldn’t we be?” Leslie started laying out napkins on the table.

“You tell me. We used protection every time, and we were sober.” He handed her a McRib.

She opened it and stuffed it in her mouth, eating as rapidly as possible. “Yes, we’re cool. Can you leave my firehouse?” she said with her mouth full and grabbed another one. She inhaled that one too. Hopefully, her lack of basic manners would convince him she was a dead end.

He watched her eat with a small amount of wonder in his expression. “I’ll leave on one condition. I want another date.”

“You want another date? Another roll in the hay?” Leslie was dumbfounded. No man in their right mind would have wanted to see her again when she was giving her best terrible disinterested jerk impression. “Did you get hit too many times in the head or something?”

“No, I want a date with you. Take you out to dinner.” Trevor rolled up her two discarded wrappers.

“You brought dinner. This counts,” Leslie said. This was not happening. She glanced at the clock. Any minute, her crew would come up the stairs. He needed to leave now.

“This doesn’t count; I want you and me alone for dinner. Do you wear dresses?”

“Yes, I wear dresses, but not here.”

“Then I’ll wear a tie, you’ll wear a dress, and we’ll go eat somewhere.”

“Can’t I just have sex with you again?” Leslie suggested instead. The sex had been very, very good, and it was usually a great bargaining chip.

“I refuse to put out. I want dinner.” He handed her another McRib, not deterred in the slightest.

“How about dinner and sex?” Leslie tried to offer.

He sighed. “If you force me into it. Most people would be excited if I asked them out.”

“I’m not most people, so ask one of them out,” Leslie retorted. Her temper was about to get the best of her, again.

“Are you being difficult on purpose?”

“No. You showed up to my place of work and are badgering me for a date. Shouldn’t I be pissed?”

He struck back, “You ditched me without a name or a phone number. Shouldn’t I be pissed?”

Leslie set her jaw. “Don’t you get I don’t have time for this? I’m working my ass off to get accepted, and I don’t need my one-and-done’s following me like a stray cat.”

He paused and then surprised her by replying, “You’re right. I don’t know how hard you had to work to be a firefighter. It had to be a lot, and I didn’t mean to make things harder for you.”

“Exactly. There’s only two women in the entire department, and they don’t need any excuses to get rid of me.”

“Agree to the date, and I’ll go away.”

“Why date me? I’m being a total asshole to you on purpose.”

In response, he picked her up and set her on the table. Before she could protest, he kissed her, mouth full of McRib and all. Her body very much wanted what he was offering, Her lips opened up, letting his tongue sweep in. His enormous arms enfolded her, pressing her against him.

Yep, her body definitely was willing to spend another night with him. Or have sex with him right here on the table.

Stupid body.

Trevor drew back and licked some of the McRib’s special barbecue sauce off the corner of her mouth. “Because of how that feels. And because you aren’t asking me for anything.”

She bit her lip for a second. He had the advantage here. She needed him to leave, and she wanted to get him naked again. This was a time where a temporary compromise would be worthwhile. “Fine. One date.”

“And could you wait until after the one date to find my replacement?”

“Or?” she said in her iciest tone.

“Or I’ll get dinner, and you’ll get no dessert,” he warned her.

“Fine. I work 24-hours on and 48-off. We can figure it out later. If you say a word in front of my firehouse, it’s off. The firehouse comes first. You don’t even come a close second or third.”

“I won’t come first. You will,” he promised . . .

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Wildcat: A Steamy Opposites Attract Sports Protector Romance

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