by Blake, Remy
“Well, I still need a lot of help, so rest up for the next one.”
“I’m all about working together for the greater good.”
My eyes take her in; mussed and sitting on my lap, she looks so fucking beautiful.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I’m just appreciating your beauty and thinking about next time. You’re in serious trouble because there are so many fucking filthy things I plan to do to you. I just need to figure out which one I want to do first.”
“Mmm, I like the sound of that.”
“Get some rest, because when it comes to you, my dick is insatiable.”
* * *
Walking into King Pub, my eyes scan the large space for Reid and Grady. Both are tall and Reid, being a football player, is broader than most. They’re usually fairly easy to spot even in a crowd this size. I spot them in a matter of seconds and weave through the crowd to get to the corner table where they’re seated.
“What are you so smiley about?” Reid asks, studying me as I take the seat across from him.
I laugh. “Smiley? Is it a bad thing to smile now?”
“No, it’s great, but you’re doing that cheesy, toothpaste commercial smile. You know the kind that blinds people.” He slides a full beer my way.
I bark out a laugh before taking a sip. “Sure, man.” I turn to Grady. “What’s up with you? You seem quiet.”
“I’m just tired. The end of the semester is coming and my professors are piling on the work. I actually spent most of last night studying. Who the fuck wants to do that?” Reid and I laugh.
“Dude, if you studied a little bit all the time it wouldn’t be so overwhelming for you when exams roll around,” Reid explains.
“Studying sucks. If I can pass without doing that, why would I?”
“I guess if you’re passing, it doesn’t matter.”
I lean forward. “I have a question. How do you know you’re going to pass? What if the exam is comprised of stuff you didn’t pay attention to during class?”
Grady looks confused and then sips his beer. “I never really thought about it that way.” He shrugs. “Oh well.”
It must be awesome to have such a blasé attitude about your grades. I’d like to be able to coast by and not worry. But that will never happen, so I don’t even waste time thinking about it.
“How’s your shoulder been?” I question Reid. He got injured a few weeks ago during a game. He’s back to playing now, but I know he’s still in pain because we work out together sometimes.
Reid rolls his shoulder in a circle. “Eh, it’s better, but not one hundred percent.”
“Are you still having physical therapy for it?”
“Yeah, I am. Three times a week. Adding that to my schedule is a pain in the ass. I have enough to do already between classes, practicing, games, and studying.”
“You forgot partying and hanging out with your friends,” Grady adds.
“True. I’m really looking forward to the end of the semester. And honestly, with the way things have been going, it will be nice to wrap up the football season too. My body needs a rest and we need to get a fucking defensive line, or next season will suck too. Right now, we can’t stop shit. How are we supposed to stop the best offenses in our division?”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” I console. “I know how hard you work and how competitive you are. It must be killing you that you haven’t had a winning season.”
“Thanks for reminding me, bro.” Reid holds up his beer in a salute to me.
“Where the hell is the server? I need another beer if I’m going to be here with you two glum assholes.”
“Hey, I’m not glum,” Grady chimes in.
“I’m not either,” Reid answers. “You’re just in a really good mood tonight. What’s up with you? Did you get laid or something?”
“Nah, I wish.” I try to keep my face calm and not give anything away.
Grady studies me. “I don’t know. Something is different. I agree with Reid, you seem pretty jovial tonight.”
“I’m definitely happy that winter break is almost here and we’re looking at some time off. All this studying has worn me out.”
“Are you sure you want to go to law school?” Reid asks.
“Dude, taking the bar exam is no joke.” Grady points his bottle at me. “My cousin failed it three times. I know what you should do.” His eyes light up with excitement. “You should skip law school and just take the bar exam. That’s what they do in California. I saw it on some gossip show. I mean I saw it on the news.” Reid and I laugh.
“The truth comes out.” Reid points at Grady.
“So I like TMZ. What of it?”
A hand on my arm has my head turning. “Hey, Connor.” Jade, Chrissy’s friend smiles.
“Hey, how are you?”
“I’m good now that I see you’re here. I was wondering if we’d ever bump into each other again.”
“I’ve been busy with school.”
“Well, I was hoping we could pick up where we left off last time.” Her hand rubs my arm.
As flattering as her attention is, I’m not the least bit interested. I have Harper to think about, and she beats out all these young girls. I don’t know if I’ll ever be satisfied with a girl my own age again.
“You know, I think tonight I’m going to hang with my friends. But maybe another time.” I feel inclined to add the last part and let her down easy. I’m not trying to hurt anyone’s feelings. Jesus. What’s wrong with me? Who is this guy concerned with someone else’s feelings? Harper’s a positive influence on me already.
Jade gives me a tight smile. “Okay. Enjoy your night.” She walks off and I take a deep pull of my beer. Reid and Grady both stare at me unblinkingly.
“What?”
Grady cups his hand on my forehead and I bat him away. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“I’m seeing if you’re feeling okay.”
“I’m fine.”
“Dude. What the hell was that all about?” Reid inquires.
“What are you guys being so weird for?”
“I’ve never seen you turn down a hot girl before. Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”
“I’m fine. I just want to hang out with my boys tonight. Is that a problem?”
They both press their lips together and shake their heads.
Shit. I’m going to have to be careful. I don’t want to unknowingly tip them off that something is going on with me. The last thing I need is one of these two in my business.
14
Harper
He opens the door before I can knock, tugging me inside. Is he that worried someone will see me here?
He kicks the door shut behind him. “Sorry about that. I couldn’t wait any longer to do this.” He catches my face between his hands and captures my lips with his. Slow and sexy, this kiss lacks the urgency of the other day. We’re alone in his private space with no interruptions.
Tank barks and nudges my leg with his nose as if he heard my thoughts and wants to prove me wrong.
Connor draws back and scowls at Tank. “Do you want to go to your room?” Tank drops his head as if he’s ashamed.
I smile. “He has his own room?”
“He has the best room. It used to be my man cave, but now it’s mostly Tank’s. He stays in there whenever I’m not home.”
“Sounds like he’s a spoiled dog.”
“He definitely is, but I can’t seem to help myself. He’s impossible to stay mad at. Just look at him now.” He gestures to Tank lying on the floor with his head down on his paws and looking up at us with sad eyes. “He’s a good actor. He gets me every time.” Connor squats down and pats Tank until he rolls to his back, exposing his belly for scratching. I laugh. It does appear that Tank is a master manipulator.
Connor straightens to his full height and takes my hand. “Come on, I’ve got dinner cooking and I need to check on it.”
“Dinner?”
“I do remember you saying that. I’m glad you’re a man of your word.” He leads me through the wide, open foyer to the left side of his brownstone. The kitchen is massive with a two-tier island separating it from the dining space. The cooking portion has a butcher block top and the eating area is topped with a huge slab of marble that matches the rest of the counters. State of the art stainless steel appliances gleam and the wooden floor beneath my feet shines.
“How long have you lived here? This place looks brand new.”
“I’ve been here for a little over a year. And my grandparents had the inside renovated after they bought it.”
“They own it and you rent from them?”
He rakes a hand through his hair. “Ah… no. They gave it to me for my twenty-first birthday.” He looks sheepish.
“Gave to you as in you own it?” I can’t keep the disbelief from my voice.
“Yes. They gave me the deed. It’s mine for as long as I want. And I’m free to sell it if I decide not to stay here.”
“Wow. It’s a beautiful property.” His grandparents bought him a multimillion dollar brownstone. I can’t even fathom what it must be like to have that much money at your disposal.
“I know it’s not normal for a twenty-one-year-old to be handed a house, and I understand how lucky I am that my family can afford to do that.”
“You don’t have to explain it to me. I’m not judging you for who your family is.”
“I know you’re not. I just don’t want you to think I’m some entitled prick who doesn’t appreciate anything. The parental battles I have to deal with are small change compared to the financial problems most people have.”
Tell me about it. Been there, still dealing with it.
“I don’t think that about you at all.” And I don’t. The more I get to know Connor, the more I see how down to earth he is.
“Good. Because I was born into all this.” He gestures at our surroundings. “I didn’t choose it for myself. But there’s a lot more to me than my pedigree.”
I move closer and run my hand from his bicep down his bare arm. Goose bumps appear on his skin and my stomach flutters at the sight. I love knowing he’s as affected by my touch as I am by his. “I’m seeing more of who you are each time we’re together. There’s no explanation needed. I know firsthand.” I’m not sure why I feel the need to reassure him. We’re just having sex, right? This is casual and fun; no strings.
He nods. “Good. Now how about some dinner? I hope you like lasagna with meat sauce.”
“I love it. If you have garlic bread too, I’m yours for dessert,” I joke.
“I guess it’s good that I have some then. And FYI, you were always going to be my dessert, Harper.”
Oh. Mi. Dios. My insides whirl from a combination of his sexy words and the thought of his mouth anywhere in the vicinity of my pussy. Jeeeezus. Imagining what his tongue can do already has me wet and wanting. This meal needs to be over as soon as possible. I’m not sure how long I can wait to find out if my expectations will be met or exceeded.
“Have a seat. Everything’s ready,” he directs pointing at one of the stools at the island.
“Are you sure you don’t need my help?” I question as I hook my messenger bag on the back of the barstool.
“You stay right there where I can gaze upon your beauty and that’s enough.”
“Oh boy. Laying it on a little thick there, aren’t you?”
“I’m not laying anything on. I meant every word. You are beautiful and I love to look at you.”
He makes me feel beautiful and it’s been a long time since I felt that way. Even with Anthony, he didn’t take the time to compliment me when I took special care with my appearance. Connor and I aren’t serious and he’s still putting the effort in.
He dishes the lasagna onto two plates, setting them on the marble in front of me. I push one to the space beside me. He hands me two forks and knives and a basket of garlic bread.
“Damn it.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I forgot the salad. Do you care if we have any? If you do, I’ll make one quickly.”
“No, I don’t need salad. Give me an extra piece of bread and we’ll call it even.”
He opens the fridge. “Water okay? Or would you rather have ice tea or lemonade?”
“Ice tea, please. And just leave it in the bottle. I’m not fancy.”
He nudges the door closed with his hip and moves to my side of the island. My heart pounds harder with each step he takes. By the time he sinks onto the stool beside mine and sets my drink in front of me, it’s beating rapidly like a drumroll.
“Dig in.” He nods at my plate. “I want to know if you’re impressed.”
Cutting a piece of lasagna, I fork it between my lips. Flavor explodes in my mouth and I moan. Tomato sauce, garlic, cheese, beef—all the complimentary flavors combined together for the perfect taste.
“Delicious. I can’t believe you made this. You’re a man of many talents.”
“Thank you.” He grins wickedly. “You’ve only begun to see my talents.”
My tongue slips out to lick my lips. “Well, I’m looking forward to experiencing more of them.”
Dinner is filled with small talk punctuated by silences, but no awkwardness. Being here with Connor is surprisingly comfortable.
“What do you do with Tank when you’re at school?”
“He stays here in his room or sometimes he hangs out with my grandparents. He even sleeps over there once in a while. Gramps loves him, and they have a huge fenced in backyard. They play ball and Tank gets to spend more time outside. My grandmother even bakes him homemade peanut butter dog treats. Talk about spoiled.”
“Are you jealous?” I tease.
“I might be,” he retorts with a grin.
When dinner’s finished, we clear the dishes away and load the dishwasher together.
“Where do you want to hold our tutoring session?” I question.
“You still want to proceed with that? I figured tutoring was out the window now that we have better things to do.”
“Connor, school still needs to come first.”
“And then we can come,” he jests.
I bite my cheek to hold in my smile. “You’re incorrigible.”
“We can study on the dining room table. There’s more space to spread out,” he states.
Grabbing my bag, I carry it over to the dark, wooden surface and set it down. Pulling out a chair, I sink down and wait for Connor to join me. He takes his time, puttering around the kitchen. When he finally emerges, walking my way, he’s shaking a can of whipped cream. What the hell?
He smirks when our eyes meet and I send him a questioning glance.
“I mentioned you were dessert. Did you think I was joking?”
Oh God. Does this mean what I think it does?
Please. Please. Please.
“I wasn’t sure.”
He sets the can down with a plunk. “Well, now you know I’m about to devour your pussy and I’m not stopping until you explode on my tongue. Come here.” He wiggles his fingers and I rise without hesitation. His hands land on my ass cheeks, gripping hard. “Do you know how fucking sexy you look in these yoga pants? My cock has been hard since you walked through my door.”
“No.” I shake my head.
He takes hold of my hand and places it over his thick length. “Feel what you do to me. I can’t get enough of you. Last night I jerked off thinking about what we did in your office and I came calling your name. What about you? Did you touch your pussy, Bombón? Did you replay every image of what happened in your mind until you came?”
“Yes,” I confess. I had to. I was so worked up just thinking about him, it was impossible to sleep until I eased the ache between my legs. I have to squeeze my legs together now just talking about it.
Connor notices and cups my pussy through my pants. “
Goddamn. I can feel the heat of you and I want to bury my cock inside you so badly. But that’s not what’s going to happen, Bombón.” He pulls the chairs away from one side of the table and steps in front of me. Hands gripping both sides of my pants, he tears them down to my knees and lifts me onto his dining room table.
The smooth wood is pleasantly cool beneath my heated skin as he urges me back with a hand on my chest. He removes my sneakers and socks before painstakingly peeling my pants and panties down my legs.
“These are mine now. He holds up the pink lace, running the material under his nose. “Fuck. I can’t wait to taste you.” He tucks my panties in the pocket on his basketball shorts and drags a chair over, sitting in front of me. He shoves my legs apart, exposing my slick pussy to his gaze. He handles me roughly and I love the unpredictableness of his touch. Sometimes he’s gentle and sweet and sometimes he’s filthy and rough. I love it all and want to experience whatever he’ll give me.
Leaning forward, he hovers over my pussy and my ability to breathe halts. Please. I shout to myself.
“Do you want my mouth on you, Bombón?”
“Yes,” I moan. “Please.”
His mouth is on me instantly. He doesn’t waste a second, swiping his eager tongue between my slick lips.
“Fuck. You taste exactly like you smell.” He licks me again. “Sweet and spicy.” His lips nip at my clit before he sucks on the bundle of nerves, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. Flicking and sweeping back and forth before circling around the engorged flesh, he drives me closer to orgasm. My head thrashes from side to side on the table. I’ve never been this close to coming in such a short amount of time.
Grabbing the can of whipped cream, he squirts some in a circle on top of my clit. The cold of the cream against my hot skin has me bucking my hips. Connor dives in, licking and sucking it all away. “Do you like that?”
“Yes. Please. More,” I gasp out words without thought. He sprays a line of cream along my slit and sets the can down. His tongue and lips connect with every inch of my pussy until my entire body quivers, poised on the edge of release. Raking his teeth over my clit, he pushes me into the abyss. I cry out, as I free fall. Tremors racking my body as his hungry mouth savors all traces of my orgasm.