Arrogant Playboy

by Wolf, Alex

  Decker laughs. “Can you watch Jenny tomorrow night?”

  “Watch Jenny?” I chuckle. “She’s about to turn sixteen for fuck’s sake.”

  Decker’s eyes narrow on mine. “Yeah, and I know for a fact that little boyfriend of hers is gonna show up.” His jaw clenches. “I know that motherfucker will.”

  My entire demeanor changes. “Done. You want me to scare him if he does?”

  Decker nods slowly, grinning. “Fuck yes.”

  Rick bursts into laughter and we both turn to him like we forgot he was still there.

  He hooks a thumb over his shoulder. “Okay, I’ll just fuck off now. Is there anything else?”

  Decker looks at me, then back at Rick. “Nope, that’s it.”

  Rick moves to leave.

  “Oh, wait, Rick?” Decker stares at me even though he’s talking to Rick.

  “Yeah?”

  Decker’s eyes never leave mine. “Shred everything on Paisley, all your research, then have it destroyed.”

  Rick nods and walks out of the office.

  I smile. Fuck, life is good.

  Paisley

  The doorbell rings.

  Damn. Donavan’s early.

  I’d been running around doing some things for the Wells Covington account at work, but it was mostly because I volunteered to do it for Dexter. I could’ve delegated it to an associate, but it’s so hard to look at Donavan right now, knowing how serious we’re getting.

  He finally cornered me at the end of the day and told me we were going over to meet his sixteen-year-old niece. I should’ve said no and made up an excuse to get out of it, but it was impossible for two reasons.

  One, I haven’t seen Donavan look this happy, well, ever. Even in college I can’t remember him like this, and it sucks, because he deserves to feel the way he does right now. Two, it’s an opportunity to meet his niece.

  I shake my head to snap out of my daydream down memory lane.

  I make my way over to the door and open it. Donavan looks fantastic. Of course, he does.

  He’s dressed casual; some tattered designer jeans and a tight blue V-neck t-shirt. The shirt makes his eyes pop and his hair is slicked back. I can’t remember the last time I saw him in something other than a suit, naked, or somewhere in between with the suit coming off.

  I can’t even get a word out because he marches through the door and announces his presence in true Donavan fashion, by planting a kiss right on my mouth, hard and firm.

  The kiss quickly heats up and hands start to roam.

  Part of me wants this to progress to more, because when he’s kissing me or inside me, it takes me somewhere else, and all my anxiety about us disappears.

  Against his lips, I say, “Your niece.”

  It’s probably the only thing in the world that could get him to stop right now. We separate and he adjusts his shirt back down, then smiles. “Yeah, we should get going.”

  “Okay, I’m just gonna grab my clutch.”

  Donavan nods, and I walk off and retrieve it. I catch myself in the mirror and damn, I look like shit. My hair was twisted up in a bun all day and now it looks blah.

  The way I catch Donavan smiling at me when I walk up tells me he doesn’t care one bit about my hair or makeup.

  We make our way to the elevator, through the lobby, and over to the parking garage. The drive to Decker’s house takes about thirty minutes with traffic. It’s nothing compared to driving through Manhattan, though.

  I glance over at Donavan. It’s so surreal. How did we end up here? A year ago, if you told me this would be my life right now, I might’ve fallen off a barstool and died laughing.

  My throat feels like the Sahara, like words couldn’t come out, even if I wanted them to. He’s just so—happy. He’s so happy it makes things awkward.

  I glance back down at the floor, because looking at him is difficult.

  “Just warning you, Jenny is going to ask a million questions.”

  My eyes widen. “Like an interrogation?”

  “No, nothing like that.” He glances over, smiling, and his hand slides onto my thigh. “She just gets really excited. I think she’s glad to finally have more women around.”

  I nod. “Okay.”

  He gives me a side eye. “You all right?”

  I nod again. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little nervous.”

  He pulls up the driveway to a giant house that sits right off Lake Michigan. I shouldn’t expect anything less, considering Decker runs one of the largest law firms in the world. It looks tiny compared to Wells Covington’s new mansion, but it’s still beautiful.

  Donavan leans over and kisses me after he puts the car in park. “Don’t be nervous. She’ll love you.” He leans back and sighs. “I’m sorry I waited so long, you know? I-I’m…”

  “It’s okay.” I cover his hand with mine, and I really don’t want it to ever leave my leg.

  He shakes his head. “No, it’s not. I should’ve done this…”

  “We can’t fix the past, but we can make a new future.” I say the words to make him feel better but simultaneously feel like the shittiest person in the world for them. I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t see how a future for us will ever be possible. There’s just too much baggage.

  I start to say something, but he opens his door and hops out. He hurries around the car and opens my door for me.

  My stomach is in knots the whole way to the front entrance.

  What if his niece hates me?

  Donavan doesn’t even get to knock, because the door flies open, and a beautiful teenage girl yanks him inside then does the same to me.

  I barely spin around and she’s already hugging me.

  “You must be Paisley. Oh my God, I love your name. It’s so beautiful.” She stares back and forth between us. “Yep.” She smiles wide. “I’m definitely shipping you two.”

  I glance to Donavan.

  He shrugs and grins. “I don’t know what it means, but I think it’s good.”

  She launches into him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Yes! It’s a good thing! Come on.” She yanks him by the hand and he almost trips and falls, and she leads us under a staircase and into the living room.

  We all sit down on the couch and Jenny launches into full-blown question mode. I actually enjoy it because it takes my mind away from everything else. I forgot how much energy teenagers have.

  We go through my entire biography, growing up in Barrington, where I went to high school and how I met Donavan. I leave out all the bad blood between Donavan and me, and he seems to silently thank me for it. I wouldn’t do that to anyone, but especially now, the way Jenny looks at him. He’s clearly a role model to her.

  A million questions later, after Jenny finally seems satisfied and we’ve had a snack, she heads upstairs. “Okay, I’m going to bed.”

  “No phone.”

  Jenny shakes her head at Donavan. “Thought you were the coolest uncle.”

  He laughs. “Yeah, Dexter told me you tell him the same thing. Which means you use that shit on Deacon too.”

  She feigns innocence. “I would never.” She fake-scowls. “You should know me better than that.”

  “Yeah right, asshole. Go to sleep. Love you!”

  She grins. “Love you too, Uncle Donnie. And it was really nice to meet you, Paisley.”

  “Nice to meet you too.” I smile once more as she disappears around the corner.

  She was exactly how I pictured her in my head.

  Donavan sits there, patiently waiting, until we finally hear her door close. He turns to me. “Thirty minutes.”

  I stare blankly. “What?”

  “Thirty minutes.”

  “Until what?”

  He leans over next to my ear. “In thirty minutes, I’m fucking you at the boss’s house.”

  Holy. Shit.

  * * *

  In true Donavan fashion, he sets everything up to make me incredibly nervous about what he’s about to do. He gives m
e a tour of the place, showing me everything. The bedrooms, media room, garage, Decker’s study, and then takes me over to a bar in the corner and pours me a drink.

  I down it because I just want to get to whatever he has planned, but he takes his sweet-ass time, sipping a scotch and narrowing his eyes on me, like I’m next on the menu. He finally makes a show of savoring the last drop, then takes me by the hand and leads me out to a gorgeous deck that sits right on the lake.

  We barely make it two steps out before Donavan turns me to face him and his hands go straight to my hips and pull me into him.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He slowly takes his hand and pushes a few strands of hair behind my ear.

  I don’t even know how to accurately describe him, standing there in the pale moonlight with his razor-sharp jawline and eyes that are only for me. “Donavan, I—”

  Before I can get my sentence out, he’s flipped me around and pinned me up against the wall with his chest. “I wasn’t joking, Paisley.”

  Hell, the way he says my name, growls it in my ear. I’m already wet for him. My heart runs a mile a minute, beating uncontrollably in my chest. How does he keep me on edge and at the same time make me feel so safe? It doesn’t even make logical sense, but nothing is logical when it comes to Donavan and me.

  “About what?”

  He smiles against my neck. “That you’re beautiful.” His hand slides around my throat. “And that I’m going to fuck you.”

  “We can’t. Your niece.”

  “She’s asleep.”

  I try to turn to face him, but he pins me even harder and squeezes my ass in his palm over my jeans. “How do you know?” My words come out on heavy pants now, because damn, this is so hot.

  “I just know.” He pulls the collar of my blouse over and kisses down my neck. “And I walked by and peeked in her room.”

  Before I can respond he bites down on my collar bone, and I let out a soft yelp, coupled with a gasp. My thoughts go haywire on me as his fingers roam my body.

  His hand goes to my pussy and he squeezes it in his palm.

  My eyes roll back for a second, then I focus. “We shouldn’t… Decker and Tate…”

  Donavan unbuttons my jeans and shoves his hand down the front, then circles my clit with his middle finger. “You want to talk about my brother, or do you want me to fuck this?” He slides two fingers in deep and curls them at the end to hit my spot just right.

  I damn near collapse at the waist but manage to hold myself up against the wall. I want him so damn bad I can’t even see straight, words won’t form, so I just nod.

  “What I thought.” He pulls his hand out of my jeans, and I immediately miss his fingers and clench around nothing but air.

  With two strong hands, he doesn’t even unbutton my pants the rest of the way, just shoves them down my ass. They’re so tight it burns the sides of my thighs, but in the best way possible. Why the hell do I melt into a puddle when he manhandles me like this? It’s always been this way. I used to think about it so much in college, like maybe there was something from my childhood or some psychology behind it. But I couldn’t come up with anything. I just—like it, and Donavan knows.

  The sound of him warring with his belt, like he can’t be inside me fast enough only amps up how turned on I am. I push my ass back against him, and he stops what he’s doing and spanks me, hard.

  “Stay still, or it’ll be worse.”

  I bump him again.

  He yanks his jeans and briefs down and frees his cock, then in one fast motion he’s up against me. He fists his cock with one hand and angles it up to me, and with the other he clamps it over my mouth.

  He growls in my ear. “Did you think I was joking, Pais?”

  I shake my head, needing him more than he’ll ever know.

  “That’s right. You love being roughed up, don’t you?” He tightens his grip on my mouth and teases the head of his cock underneath my clit, working it back and forth. “So. Fucking. Dirty. Aren’t you?”

  I nod again. “Yes, sir.”

  A low groan escapes his throat. “Fuck, Pais.” He snaps back into character. “If you want to get off, you better do it before me. Because I only give a fuck about one thing right now. Blowing in this sweet cunt as fast as I can.”

  Before I can respond, he shoves into me from behind, and holy shit. He keeps his hand over my mouth, muffling my moans, as he fucks into me from behind. It’s so intense. He doesn’t hold back at all, doing exactly what he said he was going to do.

  His free hand slides around my bare hip, and works down, until his index and middle finger circle my clit. I jerk my hips back, matching every one of his strokes.

  “That’s it, fuck me, Pais. Fuck me like a dirty little slut.”

  Oh. My. God.

  I’m already on the edge, about to shatter into a thousand pieces then melt into the deck.

  “You’re close. I can feel it. You up against me, the way you’re squeezing around me.”

  He still has my mouth covered with his palm, so I can’t say anything, only nod and bite at his hand. He grips my face even harder and speeds his hips up.

  “You better hurry. I’m almost there. Not to mention Decker and Tate will be here any second.”

  My eyes widen in shock, and his hand squeezes my face even harder. My moans get louder, until I can hear them through his hand, but he doesn’t slow down.

  His fingers speed up on my clit and before I know it fuzzy stars form in my vision and my whole body quakes and trembles.

  Right in the middle of my orgasm, I hear a garage door motor start to turn.

  I try to squirm and get away, but Donavan holds me still, and I can practically feel him grinning behind me. Fuck it.

  I let the orgasm roll through me, and just as I finish, Donavan releases my mouth, grips my shoulder with one hand, and my hip with the other. He thrusts into me as hard and as deep as possible, maybe deeper than he’s ever been. He grunts and his cock kicks. After a few more groans, I feel him stream out of me around the base of his shaft.

  Lights come on in the house and I hear voices now, but Donavan stays buried inside me.

  He holds me there another few seconds, until silhouettes dance through the windows, then he pulls out of me and we both haul ass to pull our pants back up.

  I look up at him, half smiling with post-orgasm bliss, and half with murderous eyes that says he’s a dead man. He just shrugs like what can you do?

  Ugh, I want to kill him!

  He still has that boyish smile on his face and pulls me over to him for a kiss.

  Once we part ways, I stare at him. “We have to stop doing that.”

  “Stop fucking? Good one, Williams.”

  “No.” I look away. “You coming inside me. Or I need to get on the pill.”

  His eyes narrow. “Like hell. You will have my kids.”

  How does the shit he says send me spiraling with worry and simultaneously make me the happiest woman on the planet? God, we’re so… I don’t even know what to call it. Volatile? Toxic? A disaster waiting to happen?

  Only this time, it’s my fault. I keep letting this go on.

  You’re here for your family.

  I need some time away from him. Time to think.

  Just as my thoughts are about to ruin me from the inside out, Decker and Tate walk out onto the deck.

  “Hey, how’d it go?” says Tate.

  “Great.” Donavan looks over at me and grins.

  “Anyone come by?” Decker says all nonchalant.

  What the hell is he talking about? Who else would come by?

  Donavan shakes his head. “Nope.”

  “Good.”

  Tate stares back and forth at both of them. “Is that why Donavan came over? Because you’re afraid she’d sneak Nicholas in the house?”

  “I’m not afraid. I know she’d do it,” says Decker.

  Tate’s eyes narrow on Decker, and Donavan takes it as our cue to make an exit.

  We say o
ur goodbyes quickly, then Donavan leads me by the hand to his car.

  My mind is spinning a million miles an hour.

  What the hell am I going to do?

  I really just need to put an end to this fling. I can see the head-on collision coming from miles away, but I keep speeding toward it anyway.

  Donavan

  The wedding is less than a week away and I don’t know why I’m so goddamn nervous. Decker’s the one getting married.

  “How many times you gonna line that shit up, bitch?”

  I glare back at Wells Covington. He nudges Penn, and Dexter laughs as I line up my putt for the third time on the eighteenth green of the golf course that sits right off his house.

  “This is my one shot at a birdie today, cocksucker.”

  Fuck, I hate sports. It’s embarrassing and I hate doing things I’m shitty at. The whole thing was unavoidable. Decker, Dad, Deacon, and Rick Lawrence already finished and they’re at the clubhouse.

  I finally putt and it rims out on the right side. “Fuck ass shit!” I want to beat the putter into the green Happy-Gilmore-style but manage to compose myself.

  “So close.” Wells grins as I walk off.

  “Like you getting a blowjob in the red-light district.”

  He nods while Dexter and Penn can’t stop laughing. “That hurts, Baby Collins. What a mean thing to say.”

  Him and Dex walk up to get in their cart, and I hop in one with Penn. He’s driving.

  “So what are you gonna do? Aren’t you tired of being jobless?”

  Penn takes a puff off one of Wells’ cigars. “Not at all. Look at me. I’m living the same life as you without the work.”

  “Valid point.”

  He glances over as we pass by another hole that sits right on the edge of the lake. I watch the clubhouse and Wells’ mansion grow larger in front of us.

  Covington really is rich as fuck. This place is insane.

  “I am getting a little restless, though.”

  I straighten up in my seat. “Oh yeah?”

  He has a shit-eating grin on his face. “Yeah.”

  “Just let me know when.”

  He sighs. “Give me another few weeks of the good life, then I’ll suit back up.”