CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
BEAUX
Games were a mixture of exhaustion and adrenaline rush. I usually left the game trying to decide if I needed a four-hour nap or run a marathon.
With Paige sitting next to me in the car, reciting every single play I made plus laughing about Mya’s silly antics and relaying the information that not only was Melanie flirting with the bartender, but she’d also demanded a list of all the single players under the age of thirty, I wasn’t thinking about a nap.
I definitely wanted a marathon—in the form of sex. In multiple rooms of my house.
Definitely multiple positions.
That, I was more than ready for.
Unfortunately, my big sister was trying to play cock blocker and I hadn’t yet warned Paige.
I pulled down the back alley of my brownstone and parked my truck in the garage.
Paige rested her head against the headrest and turned to me. “Have I said thank you, yet?”
“About a million times. I’d prefer to not hear it anymore. But you can keep showing me your gratitude.”
“Always,” she mumbled, opening the door and hopping down. “Always with the sex with you.”
I followed her out. “Only when you’re around.”
She rolled her eyes and met me at the front of the truck, easily slipping her hand into mine.
Once we were inside, I locked the door behind us, re-engaged my alarm system, and pushed her against the wall.
“What the—”
It was all she got out before my mouth descended on hers.
She instantly responded, curling her fingers into the front of my suit jacket, holding me to her.
“Fuck,” I groaned. We had maybe thirty minutes and I needed this to be quick. “Turn around,” I said, already guiding her where I wanted her.
“Beaux—”
“Need you. Want you here. So no matter where I am in this house, I can look right here and remember you letting me do what I want to do to you.”
Her body shivered and she pressed her lips to mine before turning the rest of the way.
“Hands on the wall.”
She complied. I ran my hands down her arms, and fuck there was nothing sexier than seeing her in a shirt bearing my number.
“I want to fuck you wearing nothing but this shirt,” I groaned, reaching around to her front to undo her jeans.
“Jesus,” she whispered. “What’s gotten into you?”
“Have no fucking clue.”
It was the truth. When I was around Paige, my brain malfunctioned. As soon as she was in my arms, animal instincts took over. The urge to claim, mark, make her mine in every possible way.
Doing it while she’d already marked herself as mine was hot as fuck, and my dick was punching against my zipper, searching for her heat.
I flicked open the button on her jeans, ripped down the zipper and while I shimmied her jeans and panties over her hips, I pressed my chest to her back. “This okay, though?”
My hand slid to her stomach, dipped to her folds. She mumbled something incoherent, but she was nodding.
Good.
“You’re already wet.” I kissed her throat, nipped at her ear. Jesus. I was turning into a damn animal and I didn’t give two shits. My fingers slid through her wetness, spreading around her moisture.
She rocked back against me, shoved her ass right against my erection, and I tapped her feet with mine. “Open wider. This is going to be hard and fast, baby.”
“Damn,” she whispered. “I’m already close.”
She always was. The girl went off like a rocket with a short fuse. Talk about boosting a guy’s ego.
With my other hand, I reached beneath us, struggling with my zipper and undoing my pants. I shoved them down to my thighs and freed myself, pushing against her while driving her crazy with my fingers.
“Fuck,” I groaned, pressing my forehead to my shoulder. “I don’t have a condom.”
“Pill,” she gasped, rolling her body against me. One of her hands disappeared from the wall and she wrapped it around my cock, stroking it. “Please. I trust you.”
Fucking hell.
Ungloved.
I didn’t date women long enough to experience it and I was always careful. I was never going to be the guy who knocked up a woman.
She must have sensed my hesitation because her hand stilled and she turned to look at me, question clear on her face. “Do you trust me?”
“I’m clean. I trust you, it’s just I’ve never—”
“Yeah?” she asked, and her hand started moving again. “Never?”
God. She was going to make me come in her hand. I pulled back but she gripped me tighter, just the perfect amount of pain and pleasure, zinging straight to my balls. “Always careful. And I’m clean, Paige.”
“I like the idea of you never having this before me.”
Fucking hell. This girl.
I leaned in and kissed her, teased her clit more and slid two fingers deep inside her to make sure she was ready for me. Hell, I was nervous. This was intimacy at it’s closest.
Funny I found it with the first woman not impressed by my money and willing to douse me with ice.
She gasped my name, rocking into me, increasing the speed and pressure until I feared we wouldn’t make it to the final event.
I slapped her hand away.
No way was I missing out, and time was ticking down.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Yessss.”
Her reply was needy, so damn greedy for me. I felt the same way.
Then I was pulling back, lining us up, gripping her hip with one hand and sliding inside her.
“Shit,” I hissed.
Hot, wet heat surrounded me and holy shit condoms were the giant lying sack of shit things other guys had always said they were. Fucking heat surrounded my dick and I felt her walls, so damn tight around me. All of it minimized by rubber I was never.wearing.again when it came to Paige.
“Holy shit,” I chanted curses. Sweat beaded at my temples. “This feels so fucking good.”
“I know,” she whimpered. “Move.”
“I’m afraid I might come.” I wasn’t even ashamed to admit it. That’s how damn good she felt. Like winning the Super Bowl, except hotter. Better. Sexier.
Her laugh was blissful, quiet but sweet, it made her cunt grip around me. I shoved balls deep inside her, rocking out. And damn…sex with Paige wasn’t just hot or sexy.
It was fun.
She wasn’t only different from other women, she was something special. Someone special who could grow to mean a hell of a lot to me, or she already did.
“Brace yourself, honey,” I ordered, moving her hand back to the wall.
I moved, snapping my hips against her ass, my balls slamming against her. I took her hard. Rough. Fast.
She ate it up and demanded more, crying my name and digging at the walls with her hands.
I added my fingers, teased her, shoved a hand up her shirt to push her bra out of the way so I could wrap my hand around her breast, pinch her nipples.
I tugged and pulled, took her wildly against the wall, and when she came, throwing her head back to my shoulder, her entire body quivering and shaking with pleasure, her pussy gripped me tight like a vise. I followed her over the edge, slamming into her, releasing inside of her.
At the last second, I pulled out, shoved her shirt up her back, and wrapped my hand around my dick, tugged…and splashed the rest of me onto her ass.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
I collapsed against her, careful of my cum and her body and pressed my fingers back to her pussy, fucking her with my fingers. I was inside of her, in more ways than one. She chanted my name and no more and please and yes, unable to make up her own damn mind on what she wanted, but she took what I was giving like such a good girl.
I took her mouth right as she lost herself in another climax. I wrapped my other hand around her waist, holding her up as I rubbed her clit, took her through her second orgasm until she was spent, panting into my mouth, hot and sweaty.
A perfect match for me.
“Goodness,” she whispered, shaking her head back and forth. “That was insane. Did you…did you come on me?”
“Yeah.” She looked surprised. I was, too. “Told you, you in my shirt, claiming me, I don’t know what came over me but I had to do the same.”
She laughed and shook her head like I was crazy. Which was fine. I felt crazy around her.
“I need to go clean up. Quickly.”
“Hold on,” I said.
She gave me a look. I was already tugging on my pants. “Honest, don’t move. I’ll get something.”
I ran to my kitchen, grabbed a paper towel and came back to her, fighting the urge to laugh but unable to do anything but admire the curve of her ass, the summer tan lines that proved her swimsuit was fucking tiny.
I wiped me off her back and then held out her panties and jeans. “Shower if you need to,” I said. “My sister and Powell are coming for dinner. They’ll be here soon.”
“What!?”