“Control your club!” Sam cheered, two beers making him louder and much more direct. He went out a lot, but typically drank very little. But the victory against Dallas was a big occasion—apparently, big enough to imbibe fully—and it was funny to see such a big guy get drunk so quickly. “Line it up with your balls. That’s very important for follow-through.”
We’d been at Topgolf in Dallas, an establishment where droves of people flocked to hit golf balls on a high-tech driving range, drink, and eat for entertainment. Fuck if I could understand the appeal, but I didn’t mind being out with Six.
She had been acting weird since we’d gotten out of the car, though.
Taking a seat at the back of our personal driving bay, I’d done my best to stay out of the action, instead laughing and talking as the other people in our party made fools of themselves.
Six had spent most of her time laughing and joking with Teeny, and she’d only recently ventured back to the end of the table I occupied.
I was just about to strike up a conversation with her when Quinn stole my mojo.
“Come on, Six,” Quinn called. “I’ve been watching you up here, around the side, back there—everywhere to avoid taking a turn. Don’t think I’m going to let you get away with it.”
She widened her eyes innocently and shook her head, but Quinn wasn’t born yesterday. As the most mature of the group, he had a general eye for bullshit and didn’t usually tolerate it. I, on the other hand, swam in it. If nothing else, my sister’s crazy ways had trained me to ride the wave. Whether she was tight-lipped or, to my utter dismay and personal disturbance, going free tit, Cassie could always find a way to take it further. She’d punched men in the balls on several occasions and danced with numerous strangers. She’d requested STD results in the DJ booth of a bar, danced with old men, done a Jell-O shot and thrown it up in the same breath, and I’d been a witness to it all. Anything I could say or do would be used against me, and as a result, I’d kind of adapted that approach with all women.
I wasn’t sure it was right, but it was what I knew.
I smiled slightly at Six’s uncomfortable laughter as she got to her feet, and unfortunately, Quinn noticed. With an active point and a face of steel, he swore me to my fate.
“You too, Sean. You’re next.”
I flipped him off, but he just laughed. It would take a hell of a lot more than a flying finger to effectively threaten Quinn Bailey into submission. I pondered briefly turning my torment to his girlfriend Cat, but it didn’t take more than a moment to reconsider.
Quinn was a gentle soul, but if I riled the wrong side of his personality by taunting the one person he loved most, I could kiss my balls goodbye.
And they wouldn’t be mutilated in a quick fashion either. No way, QB was too precise and calculated to do anything hurried.
Well, unless, he was in the pocket and had a linebacker driving toward him with the intention of taking his fucking head off.
“Which club should I use?” Six asked, rounding the table and surveying the tub of Topgolf-provided clubs.
“Mine’s free,” Cam volunteered, and I reached forward and slapped him on the back of the head.
Six’s smile was gleefully thankful. The knot in my stomach eased just minutely.
“Any one you want,” Quinn explained, glancing chidingly at us hoodlums. “Any with the blue on them are sized for women.”
I watched as she pulled the biggest one out of the hole and then ran my mouth, unable to resist.
“Size matters to you, huh?”
Jesus, Sean, I mentally chastised. One step forward and twenty steps back. No wonder most women thought men were idiots. Most of the time, we fucking were.
Her voice was sweet, but her words were teasingly lethal. “Got to find it somewhere when it’s lacking everywhere else.”
Teeny’s laugh was infectious—to everyone but me. I was busy picking my balls up from the ground where she’d left them.
“Whoa. Savage, little Six,” Sam commented playfully as he took a swig of his beer.
Cam elbowed me. “Good thing we know she’s not talking about us, huh?”
“Yeah,” I forced out. “Good thing.”
Good thing I had the rest of the evening to figure out a way to prove her wrong.
An hour and a half, two turns, and three beers later, I’d reached the edge of my limit.
Six was going again, adjusting her hips at the direction of Quinn for a better position with the club and wiggling her ass to settle into her feet.
She grasped at the grip, and my cock jerked in my pants.
I needed her hands on me, rough and unyielding in the way that she’d started to grip the club, and I needed them there soon.
My veins were larger than normal, and blood flow was at a dangerous level. I tried to redirect it from the fast track to my dick, but the more I watched her, the less control I had.
Her hips. Her perfect ass. I wanted it all in my hands as I sucked on her tits and drove her back into the wall with every thrust.
Glassy-eyed and happy, she’d allowed herself a drink or two tonight as well, and I knew better than to take her without permission.
She hit the ball with a laugh, turning and bending over at the waist as it dribbled two feet in front of her. The swing and the hit of the ball were a dud, but her ass was just about all a man could handle.
Jealousy raged and burned as I looked from myself to Cam and Sam to find their eyes on the same thing.
Teeny, bless him, was too busy having a good time to notice how fucking hot she was.
With a careful adjustment in my pants, I rose to my feet and moved to the side of the table where the club holder was, eager for her return. She laughed at something Cat said and danced my way, nearly bumping into me before she even realized I was out of my seat.
She startled, and my jaw flexed with the resistance it took to keep myself from picking her up and fucking her right there on the bay table in front of all of our friends—and everyone else.
Set up like a driving range, but with access to food, drinks, and seating, each group at Topgolf had their own “private bay.” But what they meant by private—open air and right next to another group—and the kind of enclosed area I would need to fuck Six on the table were two different things.
“Come on,” I ordered quietly, turning her away from the table and putting a hand to her back. With gentle pressure, I guided her in the direction of the bathrooms for lack of a better place.
“Where are we going?” she asked, her breaths already coming faster as she pictured exactly what I had been seeing for the last hour.
She was a smart girl. Intuitive, and she could tell by the raging testosterone bleeding out of my skin that she was about to get fucked.
Still, the circumstances were cute and the wording too fun not use as I leaned down to her ear and whispered, “I’m going to show you how skilled I am in wielding a different kind of club.”
She shivered and sped up her steps without prompting.
My heart kicked in my chest, and my cock fought with my pants as we finally pushed through the bathroom door. Thankfully, it was empty, so I kicked the door shut behind us and locked it without pause.
Her breathing was ragged as I pushed her back against the wall without saying anything, but her body was pliant and willing. She was so ready, the swell of her breasts seeming to double in size as she thrust them forward.
Not one to disappoint, I grabbed her shirt at the hem and yanked it up and over her head without finesse. She worked to help me, but once it was over her breasts, I would have left her to do most of the rest on her own whether she’d volunteered or not.
I was too eager, too hungry. And her tits looked too good through the delicate lace of her pink bra.
“God,” I groaned, leaning down to take one perfect nipple into my mouth. Brown and round, they were the perfect quarter-sized tasty treats.
I sucked and nipped, and she keened, getting louder as I went. I tugged down the cups with my teeth when the lace became too much of a barrier, and she reached for the belt on my pants.
Hands filling the role of my mouth, I squeezed the bare flesh at her chest and kissed my way down to her stomach until I got to her jeans. The button gave easily with the force of my teeth, and after a moan, she moved her hands down to shove her jeans from her hips so I could put my mouth directly on wet flesh.
It was everything I wanted it to be and then some, and I sucked and swallowed like a ravenous animal. She crowed wildly, scratching at the material of my shirt and climbing my body to give my mouth better access to her clit.
I licked and sucked and lapped my way through all the juice she had to offer until she finally broke.
“Enough!” she yelled. “I need you inside me. Now, Sean. Right fucking now.”
She nearly growled those last three words, and my dick all but did a fucking cartwheel in excitement.
Hot damn.
The feeling was mutual.
My smile was wicked as I climbed to my feet, undid my pants, and donned a condom, the glow of her arousal coating my mouth in taunt. “I thought you’d never ask, baby.”
“You were waiting for me to ask?” she asked breathlessly, and I laughed.
“Beg, really,” I clarified. “I really wanted you to beg.”
She slapped weakly at my chest, but the feel of my cock sliding inside of her was kind of distracting.
To her, to me—it was a goddamn game changer for both of us.
Pleasure teased and tickled at my spine as I fought the urge to pound relentlessly until I came right from the first heavenly thrust inside. But after the night with her avoiding me, I wanted her to face me. I wanted her to look me in the eye and feel every goddamn stroke. I wanted her to feel us. “Look at me, Six,” I ordered. “Look me in the eye.”
“I am,” she protested, but her focus was scattered. My eyes, my chest, my dick sliding in and out of her as I pushed her harder and deeper into the wall. All of it was fascinating, but I wanted her to see me.
“You’re not. Look at me.”
“Sean,” she breathed, desperate and dying as everything she was afraid of built inside her. She licked her lips and tightened her legs at my hips.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I asked on a growl, frantic and adamant to have her answer. I wanted her to say it. To get it out there in a way she couldn’t take back. “The two of us together. Tell me you’ve never felt anything better.”
She bit her lower lip but stayed silent.
“Tell me,” I ordered again.
She shook her head, and the pleasure rush broke me. I didn’t care if she said it anymore because I’d say it for the both of us. This was special. This was real. This was everything I never knew I goddamn wanted, and I’d wait for her to figure it out.
“Fine. I’ll do the talking. Because I don’t have any trouble saying it, Six. Your pussy is the best thing I’ve ever felt. Wrapped around me, under my hand, on the tip of my tongue. Any way I can get it. I’ll take it and you and everything we’re turning out to be together, and I’ll take it until you won’t give it anymore.”
She came just as I finished the avowal, and I wasn’t far behind.
Caught up in blinding stars and dark shadows, I danced in the space of euphoria and pledged never to come back.
Not from this, not from us—not from any of it.
Six could take her time. I’d do exactly what they taught me in football.
A pick six was an interception you took all the way to the end zone.
And I’d damn well use my training to steal her first, and then take her all the goddamn way until she was mine.
All. Fucking. Mine.