Arrogant Playboy

by Wolf, Alex

  I take my time, slowly teasing around her ass and pussy with my tongue, licking and sucking, driving her crazy. Then I straighten up and look her right in the eye, as I slowly remove the plug.

  Once it’s out, I hold it up and look down at her. “Good girl.”

  Before she can respond, I dive back down, and lick all around her ass, just to tease her a little more.

  “Please, Donavan, I’m almost there again.”

  “You will be, soon.”

  I take my tongue and work it in her ass. She writhes against the bed as I put some lube on my fingers, then suckle her clit while I work my fingers in and out of her, stretching her to accommodate me.

  Once I’m satisfied, I lean back and cover my dick with it, from tip to base, until it’s shiny and glistening.

  I line it up with her and look down at her eyes.

  She gives a slight, hesitant nod, and I sink down into her slowly. I don’t want it to hurt her. I want to be gentle at first. I want her to like it just as much as I do.

  She immediately tightens around me once I have an inch inside her, and holy fuck, I forgot how tight and wet it is. I pull back just slightly, then feed her more and more, slowly and surely, until she finally relaxes.

  With my free hand I work lazy circles around her clit.

  Her head flies back to the mattress, but she keeps her legs spread open for me with her ass angled up.

  I watch myself go in and out, and it’s the second best feeling in the world, next to blowing inside Paisley’s sweet cunt.

  “Tell me, Pais.”

  I look back up at her and she’s in a daze, about to come again. It’s like she didn’t even hear me she’s so caught up in the moment.

  I thrust into her a little harder to get her attention and her eyes jolt open. “Pais, tell me.”

  “It’s yours.”

  “What is?”

  I fuck into her ass a little harder and her head flies to the side and she bites down on the sheets. “Everything. It’s all yours, Donavan.”

  My hips speed up, pounding her harder and harder until Pais is writhing underneath me, the sound of our wet skin clapping together echoing around the room.

  She’s about to come again, and at the last second, I pull out of her ass and slam into her hot pussy.

  “Oh my God.”

  Her fingers claw into my back, and I hook an arm around her leg and push it back toward her head, going even deeper.

  “Come with me, Pais.”

  I press my sweaty forehead against hers and she nods against it.

  “Okay.”

  I fuck her so hard she jolts back and forth, her tits shaking and pressing up against my chest. My balls tighten, and she clamps down on me right as I blow deep inside her.

  It’s reckless and stupid, but I don’t give one fuck. I don’t care. If she gets pregnant so be it. I hope she does. I want to take care of her. I want her to have my children. I always have.

  Her back arches and her fingers claw against my ribs, like she’s trying to shove me off her because the feeling is just too intense. After a few long strokes, her pussy milks everything from me, and I look down. I came so hard it streams out the sides of her and along my shaft.

  I pull out of her and she tries to turn over, but I hold her in place.

  I lift her legs again, so that her ass is back up in the air, and with my finger I slide it across, scooping up the part of my orgasm that streamed out of her and I push it back inside.

  “What the hell are you doing?”

  “Putting my baby inside you.”

  Her eyes widen. “Are you fucking nuts?”

  “Yeah, I am, Pais. About you. I should’ve done this a long time ago. We should already have a family by now.”

  For the first time in forever, I can’t read her face. I can’t tell if she’s raging mad, or elated, and it bothers me.

  She leans up and folds her arms over her chest.

  Fuck, I just want to know what she’s thinking about right now.

  “Take things slow, Donavan? Knocking me up isn’t taking things slow.”

  Once I’m finished, I lower her legs and roll off to the side.

  She stands up next to the bed to get dressed, then realizes her clothes aren’t anywhere nearby.

  “You mad at me?”

  She glances back over, then crawls up on the bed and puts a palm on my cheek. “I’m not mad. I feel all the same things you do, like everything is going back to normal and it feels good, really fucking good.”

  “But?”

  Her face hardens. “Things are never going to be the same, D. They’re just not. And we don’t think when we’re together. Clearly.” She looks down at herself, then back at me. “We’re reckless idiots.”

  I shake my head. “I don’t give a fuck. I like being out of control. I want you.”

  She leans over and kisses me on the mouth, and I can tell she’s fighting the urge to straddle me and go for round two. “I want you too, I just…” She leans back. “I just want to be smart about it. I don’t want what happened…”

  “It won’t.”

  She shakes her head. “You don’t…” Her eyes close and then she opens them again. “You don’t know that.”

  I wrap my arms around her slender waist and shrug. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do. Just be with me, please.”

  She wraps her arms around me and presses my head to her chest. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m just scared.”

  Paisley

  “You gonna hang out with us or look at your phone all day?”

  I stare up at Grandpa and shake my head. “Sorry.” It’s probably impossible for me to hide my smile.

  Donavan keeps sending me all kinds of sweet and dirty text messages, knowing I’m hanging out with my grandparents.

  I sigh and pretend to look at my cards. Every time I start to think about what Donavan and I are doing, it makes my heart come alive, and then everything inside me threatens to crumble apart, knowing how this will all end. It’s a vicious cycle, over and over. What did I get myself into?

  I glance back up at Grandpa. “Go fish.”

  We’ve always played this game since I was a kid and I want nothing more than to just focus on having fun with him, seeing him and Grandma in their new surroundings, being taken care of by one of the top facilities in the world, but I can’t. All I can think about is this pressure cooker situation with Donavan, and the fact I’m falling for him all over again. Scratch that, I never fell out of love with him, just buried it deep down inside and never let it escape, but the genie is out of the damn bottle now and I don’t think it’ll go back inside. We’re like Deepwater Horizon, an emergency oil spill, and the well can’t be capped.

  “You have any threes?” Grandpa waggles his eyebrows, then frowns. “What’s wrong, kiddo?”

  I shake my head. “Nothing. Just a lot going on with work.”

  “And a guy?”

  My eyes widen. “What?”

  He shrugs. “You have that look about you I haven’t seen in a long time. Like when you were at law school.”

  Shit. I really want to talk about anything but this right now.

  I have no clue what to say, so I say the dumbest, lamest thing I can possibly come up with. “No I don’t.” I drag out the syllable at the end and everything.

  Grandpa grins. “So, you two…”

  “No, God…” I don’t want to lie to him. “I don’t know what we’re doing right now, or where it’s going.”

  “I always liked him, you know? Up until…”

  “I know, Grandpa.”

  “People change, Pais. They get older, wiser. Sometimes not so much, but most people.” He laughs.

  I laugh right along with him, but inside my heart sinks. Now, it seems like I’m the one who changed for the worst. “Yeah.”

  “What’s your dad think?”

  I suck in a deep breath. “Well…”

  “Don’t worry, I’m sure I have a pretty good idea.”
He shuffles his cards around in his hands. Pretty well, actually, for his age. “What he did was wrong. And I wanted to fly to New York and kick his ass, just like your dad.”

  “I feel a but coming.”

  He grins. “But I’ve made mistakes. He’s made mistakes. You make mistakes. It’s what people do. It’s not good to hold onto things the way your dad is.” He holds up both hands. “I’m not judging him for it. You two have been through a lot of shit. The whole family has.” I can’t help but notice he glanced around before he said ‘shit’, making sure Grandma couldn’t hear.

  “I know, Grandpa. I don’t think it’s good for him either. It’s not really up to us, though. We’ve never been in his shoes, losing everything he loves, twice. First Mom, then the company.”

  “That’s right. You shouldn’t criticize someone else.” He looks around again. “Shit is never black and white. The world is gray and nuanced, things aren’t simple.”

  “Truer words.”

  He nods.

  My phone goes off and I see who the message is from. “Give me a minute, Grandpa.”

  “No problem. I need a drink anyway.” He motors himself back inside their little suite.

  I walk off toward a small courtyard with some chairs, away from everyone, to be alone for a minute. I don’t open the message, though. Not yet.

  Instead, I take a seat, staring around at the place, the smiling elderly people in their windows, getting the best healthcare and standard of living money can buy. I should be happy, but all I can think about is this situation between Donavan and me.

  It seems so perfect right now, but I know it’s going to end in disaster. How much longer can we keep all this up before it implodes? I should be staying away from him, not running into his arms.

  You’re not doing anything wrong.

  The only thing is, it doesn’t feel that way. No matter how many times I tell myself that.

  Donavan

  It feels like Paisley is avoiding me at the office. I’ve looked everywhere for her and she’s nowhere to be found. What the fuck? Maybe Dexter has her busy doing a bunch of shit.

  As soon as I turn the corner I run into Quinn.

  She has that look on her face. You know, one that suggests this greeting will be about anything but business, and everything to do with my relationship with Pais, even though we haven’t told anyone.

  “Quinn.” I give her a head nod and try to keep walking. Doesn’t work.

  “Hey, how are you?” She drags out the ‘you’ like she’s hoping to get some gossip. Fuck, there are nosy-ass people all over this office. Is this all they do?

  Maybe this won’t be a total waste, though. She might have some valuable intel on Paisley’s whereabouts. “Great.” I try to act casual. “Seen Paisley by any chance?”

  I know it’s a mistake as soon as I ask because Quinn’s eyes light up like a Christmas tree. How can I be so good at reading asshole attorneys in a courtroom and so terrible at small-talk cues?

  She shakes her head all slow but has that shit-eating smirk on her face like she knows exactly why I’m asking. “Nope. I could find out for you.” She waggles her eyebrows.

  Fuck. “It’s fine. Just something to do with work.”

  “Oh yeah? She switch to criminal law?”

  “Never mind.” I start to walk off, but just as I’m about to make my escape, Tate walks up.

  Motherfucker.

  My eyes must tell the story because Tate holds up a hand at me.

  “Oh relax. I just wanted to say great job. That girl is a keeper and a total badass.”

  “Is this what you two do all day?”

  Tate ignores me and keeps going, jabbing her elbow at me playfully. “Bringing her to the wedding?”

  “Yeah, we’re all dying to know,” says Quinn as she steps even closer into my personal space.

  I stare right at Tate and sigh, ignoring Quinn. “Christ, you too? Thought you hated her.”

  Tate looks away. “Maybe I got some news that changed my mind about her.”

  “And I haven’t been informed yet?”

  “Shit, well, umm. You didn’t hear anything from me.”

  “Hear what now?” says Quinn.

  I just want this shit to be over. “Yes, I’m bringing her. Now, stop acting all girly, both of you.” Someone kill me. I need to change the subject. “How’s Decker holding up with all the wedding shit?”

  Tate says, “Oh, he’s great at this, working with the media. I think he’s glad they’re finally writing something he likes and not a hit piece.”

  I grin and glance back and forth at the two of them. “Well, I better go shit on his parade a little. Sounds like he’s too happy.”

  “And, he’s back,” says Quinn as I walk away.

  Without looking I say, “If either of you see Paisley, tell her I’m looking for her.” I take two more steps and add, “And stop doing that swooning shit behind my back or I’ll be an asshole to her just to make it stop.”

  This fucking morning. I don’t know if I’m more irritated at the way they were looking at me or the fact I haven’t seen Paisley’s face and it’s driving me up the wall. I don’t know how to deal with all these goddamn—feelings. It’s like I can’t even make it through the workday if I don’t at least see her, talk to her, or hear her laugh.

  I make my way over to Decker’s office and burst right in since Quinn isn’t there to save his ass from unwanted visitors.

  Decker’s head pops up from behind his desk. “Nobody knocks in this fucking place, I swear.”

  I stroll over and take a seat, pretending to be much more comfortable than I am. “How’s the wedding planning going, Martha Stewart?”

  He eyes me for a minute, like he can’t believe we’re going to get along for once. “Pretty smooth, actually. I’m a little surprised at how easy it’s all coming together.”

  I nod and smile. “That’s great. I’m happy for you.”

  He stares back at me, smirking. “What’s going on here?”

  I shrug. “Nothing. Can’t I be happy for you?”

  “You’re not happy for anyone. What the fuck?”

  I hold up my hands like what? I’m happy for you.

  “Things must be going well with Paisley.” He steeples his fingers like he just got the upper hand.

  About that time, Rick Lawrence walks in. He spots me, freezes for a second, doesn’t say a word, then turns to walk out.

  “Rick, it’s fine,” says Decker. “What do you got?”

  Rick hesitates for a moment. I’ve never seen him look this nervous in his life. Fuck, does he have bad news?

  “Actually, just the lawsuit. That was the only thing I found, and she was upfront about that. Well, kind of.”

  Decker’s eyebrows shoot up “That’s all there was?”

  Rick nods. “Yeah.”

  “Give us details. How thorough were you?” I say.

  “This is usually the part where I’d make some reference to anal sex and fisting, but since you two have been banging at your apartment, it’s probably inappropriate.”

  I don’t know why I want to laugh and punch him in the face at the same time. “I admire your restraint, Rick. Just tell us your methodology, please.”

  He glances around, then his eyes land back on us. “Hacked her bank accounts. They checked out. I social engineered a Cooper and Associates low-level employee over the phone to find out she does, in fact, no longer work there. She told me there was a falling out with Cooper because Ms. Williams had to leave the firm to take care of her grandparents. Cooper’s still pissed off about it. Yes, the employee sent me unsolicited pictures of her tits. No, I didn’t right click and save because Mary has my heart now.”

  Decker shakes his head. “Can anyone not fuck in this goddamn building? Jesus.” He glances over at me. “I’ll grant you a free pass since your relationship started way before you came to work here, but everyone else, Christ.”

  I snicker, but at the same time it feels like an en
ormous weight just lifted off my shoulders. I trust Paisley. That’s what I tell myself. I trust her more every day, but I’ve been burned so many times in my life ‘trust but verify’ might be my personal mission statement. There’s been this shadow over us, this nagging feeling something was being hidden, that she had some big secret. The verification just came in, though. Rick’s the best there is. If there was something, he would’ve found it. Pais has been telling the truth this whole time.

  Now, I want to see her and kiss her even more. I need her so damn bad, every minute of every day, and she’s never getting rid of me, even if she wants to. Not gonna happen this time.

  Like a true paranoid asshole, though, I just can’t let it go. “Who’s been paying for her grandparents’ health care and place to stay? From what I could see in the file it’s the best of the best and expensive as fuck.”

  Rick nods like he knew the question was coming. “Checked it out. It’s a trust in her grandparents’ name. The trail I followed looks like it came from cashing out her equity from her partnership at Cooper and Associates. That’s my best assessment.”

  Wow, she’s basically using her entire retirement and savings to care for her grandparents. It makes me love her even more. I should have never doubted her in the first place, but I just couldn’t help myself. The shit I gave her when she came to work here was totally unwarranted. She was just trying to do what was best for her family and I was a total prick about it. I have to remind myself she’s not me. She’s never been me. I don’t give a shit what Penn says, about how I turned her into a stone-cold killer after law school, you don’t just change who you are. Paisley has always cared about other people more than herself. I can’t say the same for me.

  “Okay, great job, Rick, and that’s awesome news,” says Decker. “Now that that’s out of the way, I need a favor, Donavan.”

  Hell, I’d probably agree to just about anything right now. I’m on top of the world. “What is it?”

  “Mom and Dad won’t be in town for the wedding until next week. Tate and I have some stuff we need to do tomorrow night. It’s with the—”

  “Will you just ask what you’re asking? Stop skating around the issue like a pussy.”