CHAPTER 22
Dallas
Paige stares up at me with eyes so big and blue that I forget for a second what she’s about to do.
My consciences barges in, reminding me I’m about to get a blow job as a form of an apology from her. And what is she apologizing for exactly?
Calling me out?
Reminding me of the truth?
For me actually being a pig?
She lowers my pants and takes my dick out, her fingers cool on my burning skin. It feels so damn good that I kick my conscience to the curb and take another bite of the juicy apple Paige was kind enough to literally toss my way.
I dig her like that, so full of passion and willing to put me in my place.
She kisses the tip and I chomp down hard, grinding my teeth. My pride doesn’t want to let her know how easily she gets me going, and yeah, I know my dick is hard already, has been since she grabbed my shirt and pulled me in for a kiss.
She strokes me from root to tip and stops to lick the underside of the head. I grunt and reach back to grip the edge of the granite countertop.
“You’re right, you know… I do like sucking your cock,” she says, her voice breathless. She wraps her lips around me, her tongue teasing me with little swirls and long licks.
My chest heaves and my balls tighten in response.
She lets my dick pop out of her mouth and cups my balls. “Do you need me to pay attention to these, too?”
I could be a decent guy and say, ‘only if you want to,’ but I don’t feel very decent right now. “Every part of me wants your attention.”
Wait a minute. That didn’t come out as hardcore as I thought it would, but as she starts to tongue my balls and stroke my shaft at the same time, I suddenly don’t give a damn anymore.
Her hot-as-fuck mouth moves to my straining erection. She takes me deep inside, blowing me like I’m her favorite thing to suck. She wraps her hand around the base and starts stroking in tandem, deep throating me every so often until my eyes cross with pleasure and I have to stop eating the apple.
When I hit the back of her throat, the apple falls from my hand as my orgasm rushes up my spine. “I have to come,” I say gruffly.
She doesn’t pull away. She’s never pulled away.
I grab her ponytail tight to hold her in place and move my hips so I can fuck her sweet mouth a little deeper… And I don’t last beyond the fifth stroke.
With a hoarse shout of her name, I come so hard that the bottle of water in my grip goes off like a geyser. I don’t miss the symbolism of it. But I’m pretty fucking sure the water bottle doesn’t feel as good as I do right now either.
I take a deep breath, sucking in great gulps of air while she slowly stands and tucks my now-softening erection and balls into my sweatpants.
Clearly pleased, she leans up, kisses me, and then steps back. “After you clean up the mess you made, I’ll be waiting for you in the bedroom. I’ll be the one playing with your favorite part of me.”
“You’re going to be watching Jeopardy while I eat your pussy?”
She blinks, then a sweet smile curves her lips. “Are you trying to say that your favorite part of me is my brain?”
“I thought it was obvious how much I respect your career. You don’t let your looks or some other talent do all the work. You do it.” My cheeks heat up at the sight of the wonderment in her eyes. Maybe I haven’t been so good about telling her that.
“Dallas?”
“Paige.”
She takes my hand in hers, the one that’s not still clenching the water bottle. “You have just put Mr. Darcy and every other book boyfriend I ever had to shame.”
“He’s not the only one? Shit, bright eyes. I don’t have time to read all those books.” I wink at her, and she giggles. After her moans and screaming out my name, I fucking love her laugh the most.
“No, you don’t have to read anything. It was a compliment.”
I tug her into my arm, tossing the bottle into the sink. “Are we good now?”
“After you pleasure me, I’m going home to pack for Miami, so come to your own conclusion.”
“Good… because if you weren’t, I was going to text Layton and ask her to help me kidnap you.” I’m only half-joking, but she doesn’t need to know how obsessed I am with her, or how ready I am to show her sweet ass off to my teammates.
“Can I exchange oral for a favor?” She plays with the hem of my shirt for a second or two before she looks me in the eyes.
“Why can’t you have both?” I’m always down to eat her pussy. It’s not only for her pleasure.
“Because there’s a good chance you’ll say no when I explain.”
“Unless you want to take a dude or an ex-boyfriend, my response will not be an automatic no.”
She nods. “Okay, so can Layton go with us so she can bug the crap out of Aiden until he tells her whether Joe’s cheating on her or not?”
“I only have one question.”
“Go for it?”
“Will this make Aiden’s life miserable while we’re on vacation?”
“So miserable. Layton is like a leech when she wants something. She grabs on with these little teeth and won’t let go until she’s sucked you dry for information… and oh my God, I just compared my best friend to a blood-sucking parasite.” Her gaze flies to mine. “Please don’t repeat what I said to her.”
“Your secret is safe with me.” I caress her cheek. “She’s welcome to come. I’ll have the pilot add her to the manifest. Make sure she brings some ID.”
“Absolutely. Thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome.” I bend a little, grab her by the thighs, and toss her over my shoulder. “Now… about my apology to you.”
“Can I really watch Jeopardy while you apologize?”
I smack her plump ass in answer.
* * *
Aiden gives me the evil eye from his seat on the private plane. Layton waves cheerfully from her place beside him.
I pick up Paige’s hand and kiss the knuckles, laughing. “This is already the best vacation I’ve ever had.”
“Glad to be of service.”
Since Layton and Paige boarded last, on purpose as suggested by me, Aiden had no choice but to stay in his seat. Sam, the rookie quarterback, and Mitchell, our best linesmen, give me the thumbs-up for what has to be the hundredth time. They are on drinks four and five respectively, so it might be the liquor doing the gesturing.
While they respect Aiden as our quarterback, they don’t like him any more than I do. I take that back—they like him less than I do because I like everyone. My mom used to say that I never met a stranger and everyone was my best friend. Mikey’s fault, of course, because he said hi to everyone. And since I wanted to be just like him, I followed suit.
“Why are you grinning?” Paige asks as the plane levels out.
“Thinking about my brother.”
“How is the new job going?”
“Good. The place where he works is very handicap friendly and they have special bathrooms there for people who need more than a stall. Basically, they exist because of private donations and how amazing their coffee is.”
Paige gives me an appraising glance. “Are you one of the donors?”
I clear my throat, torn between wanting to show off and not wanting to brag about doing good for other people. Yet, this is Paige. She’s not asking in order to figure out if I’m worth her time, or if I have enough money to help bankroll an operation like Coffee Buddies Café.
“I am, but I don’t put it out there for everyone to examine. My donations are made anonymously.”
“Have you ever thought that you could help them open other Coffee Buddies Cafes if you did tell everyone?” she asks.
“Your sister would probably like that.”
“Who cares what my sister likes? What do you think?” she presses.
“I think, besides being one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met, that you’re one of the smartest I know, too.”
“Only one of the smartest… and most beautiful?” Her tone is light and teasing.
“Besides my mother.”
She lays her head on my shoulder and looks up at me, smiling sweetly. “I love that you’re a momma’s boy.”
“I’m not—all right, I am one—but I have very firm boundaries where my parents are concerned.”
Paige nods. “Of course you do.”
“They know to give me space.”
“Which is why they have a house two streets over from yours.”
“Exactly.” I laugh, then give up all pretenses of being completely hard-assed when it comes to my parents. “I’m a family man at heart, bright eyes. That won’t ever change.”
She sighs one of her signature ‘all is right with the world and Dallas Drake is the man’ sighs. “I wouldn’t have you any other way.”