Changeup (Double Play Series Book 4)

by Nicole Rodrigues

  “I...I could have ordered it here, I didn't mean for you to go pick it up.”

  “It’s okay, it was on my way over.”

  He sits at the chair across from my desk and folds his hand in his lap studying me. I get to my feet slowly and walk around, leaning on my desk in front of him.

  “I...I wanna apologize, for this mornin’.”

  “Which part? The knee to the balls or turnin’ down my proposal?”

  “Both...everything. I...I know you just wanna help and...I'm sorry Dev. It's...hard for me to trust people, trust men and you just did that without talkin’ to me about it and I didn't like it.”

  “I'm not your father Normani, you can trust me,” he says leaning forward.

  “I know you're not that’s...that’s not what I meant I...nevermind I just…” I can't tell him about Zachariah, not yet.

  “You just what?” he asks raising an eyebrow.

  “I just don't want anything to happen to you.”

  He leans back in his chair, his hands going to the arm rests and he stares at me, studying me.

  “I'm sorry for the post and not talkin’ to you about it. Growin’ up without my father I...I felt like it was my responsibility to protect my mama and Bella and I sometimes don't realize you women are a lot stronger than us men. I didn't do it because I thought you couldn't handle it on your own, I did it because I felt powerless,” he responds.

  “Thank you for saying that, but you shouldn't feel that way. You're changin’ me Dev, for the better. You have so much power, you don't even know it.”

  “Darlin’, me and you ain't even on the same playin’ field, but thank you for tryin’,” he laughs.

  “Hey, you said we're a team and I just...let's be a team, okay?”

  “Okay. Next time though, let's talk it out, instead of fightin’, okay?”

  “I know I...I'm sorry about your balls,” I smirk. “Let me...let me show you how sorry I am,” I whisper walking forward.

  I glance at my door and notice it's unlocked, but Bella won't come in. She's the one that suggested this.

  I drop to my knees in between Devin’s legs and he sits up straighter, watching me.

  “Let me…” I trail off, my cheeks turning pink.

  “Let you what, darlin’?”

  “Let me suck your cock,” I say boldly.

  Devin shuts his eyes lifting his ass as I drag his shorts and boxers down his thick legs. He pops free and I lick my lips leaning forward and wrapping my lips around him.

  His hands go towards my head, moving my hair to the side as his fingers dig into my scalp, massaging my head. I moan around his erection and he bucks into my throat hitting the back and I gag.

  “Shit darlin’, I’m sorry,” he drawls, trying to pull out of my mouth.

  I put a strong hand on his hip and keep him in place.

  “Don't move, caveman,” I mumble my mouth full of his length.

  “Mmm God, Normani, like that,” he groans as I lick from base to tip, up and down, faster as I massage his balls.

  He grips the bottom of his shaft and guides it into my mouth, his eyes trained on the contact between my lips and his length.

  “Watchin’ you suck me off is so sexy darlin’. Look at you takin’ this thick cock in that gorgeous mouth. I can't wait to slobber all over your pussy.”

  I close my eyes and moan around his erection at his words, my pussy clenching, anticipating his promises.

  “Yes Normani, like that. Almost there. You're such a good girl for me.”

  His voice is tense, and I see his hand fist next to him and his cock twitching in my mouth, exploding inside me as I swallow it all down.

  His hands untangle from my hair and he laughs as he looks down.

  “I made a mess of your hair darlin’, I’m sorry. You got a brush in here?”

  He asks pulling up his shorts. I nod getting to my feet as he presses a hand to my stomach and pushes my butt up against the desk.

  “Your turn first,” he growls getting to his knees.

  “No I...this was my apology. Not today, okay?” I say cupping his cheek.

  “Apology accepted darlin’, although it wasn't needed.”

  I walk to the other side of my desk and open the top drawer taking out my brush. I watch as Devin walks around, reaching his hand out.

  “Let me.”

  “You wanna brush my hair?” I ask amused.

  “I brush boo boo's hair all the time.”

  I give him the brush and feel his soft hands running through my hair as he guides the brush through it, careful around the knots.

  “Why do you call her boo boo? And why does she call you Ducky?”

  “I was babysittin’ her one day and I was tryna teach her how to do peek a boo. She was about one. I kept sayin’ boo and that became her new favorite word. She’d walk around the house for hours sayin’, boo, boo, boo! Drove my mama nuts.”

  I laugh as he continues to brush my hair, the feeling relaxing me as he continues to talk.

  “And she calls me Ducky because I would always make this really, loud obnoxious duck sound to make her laugh.”

  “Oh, now I need to hear this,” I say as he places my brush down on my desk.

  He shakes his head and laughs, that dimple making me weak.

  “No way,” he says walking around to the other side of the desk and reaching into the brown bag.

  “Oh, come on! That's so cute, I love how attentive you are with her. It's super sexy actually,” I say lowering my voice.

  “Oh yeah?”

  I nod and cross my arms as I glare at him. He lets out a breath and quacks like a duck so loud I swear Savannah and Charlotte probably heard from across the hall.

  I bite my bottom lip trying to hide my laughter and Devin puts up a hand motioning for me to let it out. I bust out laughing, clutching my chest as I feel tears stream down my face and I wipe them away.

  “Devin Gavinwood, you are adorable.”

  He groans and rolls his eyes.

  “That ain’t what I wanna be described as darlin’. Not even top five.”

  “Well you are, so embrace it, caveman.”

  I wink and we eat our lunch, stealing glances at each other, knowing we just crossed a very real line.

  We're engaged. Fake or not, it's out there.

  ----

  Devin and I walk towards his barn in the back of his property. It's been a week since our engagement was announced and today, I have officially moved in to his big farmhouse with him.

  There's been radio silence from my father's side. I want to believe Devin’s plan was working, but I know my father better than that. The storm is coming, it's just a matter of when. Devin feels it too, which is why he showed up at my apartment today with a big black pickup truck and demanded I move in with him.

  Look up stubborn in the dictionary and there will be a nice big picture of Devin. As resistant as I've been throughout this whole thing, I know when to wave the white flag.

  This is me, white flag awavin’.

  “You ever ride Normani?”

  Devin in dirty cowboy boots, faded blue jeans, a tan bare chest, an unbuttoned red flannel shirt and a black Stetson on that beautiful mop of hair, should be fucking illegal. Wet. I'm so goddamned wet.

  “Ride what? A bike, a motorcycle, a-”

  “Horse. You ever ride a horse darlin’?”

  “No,” I say quickly shaking my head. “I'd be too scared. No ridin’ for me.”

  “That’s a shame, because I know for a fact that you can ride, very well I might add,” his husky voice says.

  “Devin stop it. Someone might hear you,” I chide, looking around to the couple of people he has helping in the barn.

  “Oh darlin’, this shy girl act in public and the little seductress in the bedroom thing you got goin’ on makes me crazy.”

  “I ain't tryin’ to make you crazy,” I whisper as he walks closer to me.

  His fingers trace down my cheek and I close my eyes,
my breathing picking up at his soft touch.

  “You do Normani. You make me so fuckin’ crazy. Now let's get up on this horse and ride before I take you back up to the loft and make you ride me.”

  I feel my nostrils flair and my pussy clench at his threatening words. I am not this woman, this wanton, sexual being that gets aroused simply from a man’s words. Thinking of Devin on his back in the loft of the barn, his strong hands gripping my waist as I take him deep inside me makes a lone drop of sweat drip down my back. My mouth all of the sudden feels like I swallowed cotton.

  “I…I think I...”

  “Tell me darlin’.”

  “I want to,” I whisper embarrassment and lust swirling in my tone.

  Talking dirty in the bedroom is different than out. I'm slowly feeling more and more comfortable with him, opening up, owning my sexuality and it feels good.

  “Fuck Normani. I'm tryin’ to ease into this for you and you go on and...dammit darlin’. Tell me no, don't egg me on because I'll take it,” he says roughly cupping my cheeks.

  I see his control start to splinter. He's been so gentle with me, so attentive. I told him to be gentle with me, that I was glass and I would break, and he listened. Now though, now I'm turning into steel. Every, day with Devin by my side I feel myself opening up, wanting to be stronger than I ever was before. That starts with him, I want him, all of him, even the unrestrained him.

  “I want you Devin, all of you. I want you to...to take me to the loft and to not be gentle. I want you to fuck me. Really fuck me like you've wanted to from the moment we met. Like you wanted to at the weddin’, but you couldn't. Give me that Devin.”

  He closes his eyes and exhales through gritted teeth.

  “I can't do that Normani. I might hurt you. I want you so fuckin’ badly, you ain't ready for this. You're new at it and-”

  “Fuck. Me.” I annunciate, cutting off his rant.

  His eyes bore into me, searching for fear but he won’t find it. I'm not scared of him, I want him, need him. That desire and hunger is all he is going to find.

  “Pack it up y'all. I got my ranch hand right here,” he says to his barn crew.

  He throws me over his shoulder in the next second and I'm laughing, slapping his ass, demanding he put me back down.

  His strides are determined and quick as he walks us into the back of the barn. There is a ladder to a loft, and he climbs it, still holding me like I weigh nothing.

  “Devin I can walk!” I squeal.

  “I know ya can darlin’, don't mean you are.”

  He drops me to my feet as I glance around the loft, a small bed against the window.

  “Strip,” he demands.

  His voice is low and dark, and I gulp, watching his bare chest heaving.

  “You first,” I sass.

  “I don't think you heard me darlin’. You want me, you're gonna get me. Strip,” he says his voicer harder.

  I nod reaching for the buttons on my flannel, fumbling, my fingers shaking with need.

  “I'm gonna give you another five seconds before I walk over there and rip it off you,” he growls, unbuttoning his jeans quickly starting to count.

  “One.”

  His jeans are by his knees, his eyes trained on me.

  “Two.”

  His boots are off along with his jeans.

  “Three.”

  My shirt is halfway off, Devin standing before me in boxer briefs, a bare chest and his Stetson.

  “Well fuck me,” I whisper.

  “Tryin’ darlin’. Four.”

  I rip off my flannel and pull my tank top over my head and jump when I see Devin directly in front of me.

  “Five.”

  His big hands grip my booty shorts and he shreds them in half, the ripping sound echoing through the barn.

  “Oh shit,” I groan.

  He stands before me naked, his thick cock bouncing against my belly and he reaches for his hat, tossing it off to the side.

  “Cowboy,” I smirk. “How do you like that nickname?”

  I run my finger down the center of his chest all the way to the tip of his cock and feel the bead of liquid pooling there.

  He grabs my wrist pulling my finger up and pushing it in between my lips. I stick out my tongue licking his precum off my finger and he growls, fisting his cock in his hand.

  “Get on the bed, hands and knees darlin’,” he commands.

  I watch him stroke his cock over my shoulder as his gaze drops to my ass as I walk to the bed. I bend over, kneeling on the bed, bracing my hands, ready for whatever he is going to give me.

  “You gotta talk to me, Normani, tell me when it's too much.”

  “It won't be. Do what you want with me cowboy. I'm yours today. All yours.”

  I look over my shoulder as he pumps his cock a few more times, then lines it up with my entrance. His hand goes to my shoulder as the other grips my hip and he slams into me and I cry out, his length already hitting that hidden spot inside of me.

  “Fuck Devin,” I groan, pushing back into him, my hands fisting in the sheet in front of me.

  I rock my body back into him keeping up with his rhythm as I take him deeper.

  “Yes, darlin’, take it.”

  “Harder Devin,” I pant.

  His hand reaches up for my clip and he takes it out, throwing it to the side as he fists his hand in my hair and pulls back, exposing my neck.

  He leans down on top of my back, pulling my chin up to look at him.

  “You like this darlin’? This how you want it?” he growls smashing his lips into mine, biting my bottom lip as he pulls back.

  “Yes.”

  He moves his head to my neck, biting lightly and I groan, cursing and gritting my teeth.

  The frenzy of Devin's desire collides with my own. It's thrilling, being taken by him, finally taken by him like he's always wanted, like I've needed.

  He kneels back up, pulling on my hair to lift me against him. We're kneeling together, my back pressed to his hard chest as he moves his arm around my front, cupping a breast as the other rubs my dripping center.

  He pinches my nipple as he starts to pump into me again, the angle so new and I gasp as his cock assaults my g-spot.

  “Devin I...God I can't...it's too...it's too much.”

  “You can darlin’.”

  His thumb rubs against my clit and I lean forward but he pulls me back against him. I whimper and feel myself start to shake.

  “Shit I...I'm gonna…”

  “Come darlin’. Come now, but I ain't done with you.”

  He pinches my clit at the same time his other hand pebbles my nipple, his teeth digging into my shoulder and I explode, moaning out his name and a string of profanities.

  I slump against Devin’s chest as he pulls out of me turning me around and lifting me in his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he drops me down onto his cock, walking us over to the side wall of the loft.

  I groan as he stretches me again and he slams my back against the wall, taking my wrists in his hands, pinning them above my head.

  His thick thighs are holding up my body as he rocks into me, my back thumping against the cool surface. His teeth are clenched, and his forehead is dripping with sweat.

  This is what I wanted. My God he's so fucking sexy.

  I try and move my hands and can't and a moment of panic overtakes me. Devin’s lips latch onto my neck and I relax again, taking the straight pounding he is giving to me, the nightmares fading to the background.

  “Trust me darlin’. I ain’t gonna hurt you,” he whispers in my ear.

  I nod as I move on top of him, rocking my hips against his as his forehead leans against mine.

  “Squeeze that pussy for me darlin’, I'm close. So fuckin’ close. You want my come?”

  I nod frantically.

  “Yes, I want it. Harder Devin, fuck me harder I wanna come again.”

  I rock my hips desperately, my hands still pinned above my head. He plants hi
s feet firmly on the ground and pistons his hips, harder and faster as he roars into my ear.