“Don’t you dare,” she scolded from over her shoulder, a naughty little smirk playing on her beautiful lips, lips that I was going to bruise with kisses and possibly stick my dick between when we were done.
She took her shot and hopped off the table. She wiggled her ass for my viewing pleasure—and suffering.
On second thought, I pressed the tip of the stick on the inside of her ankle and deliberately dragged it upward, unhurriedly, along her calf and then her inner thigh.
Her body trembled.
“Levi,” she whimpered, gripping the side rail and bowing her head. I inched the stick a little higher. “Fuck.” She ran her bottom lip between her teeth and stood frozen, waiting in greedy anticipation.
Lifting the stick just a tad bit higher, I gently moved the tip along the cotton strip of her panties making her bend over the side of the table, pulling in deep breaths. Two can play dirty, angel.
“Levi,” she called my name again, her voice overflowing with need. “What are you doing?”
“Not doing anything, baby. Just getting a better view. Unless . . .”
“Unless what,” she forced out.
“Unless you want me to make you . . . come?” I could have easily rubbed her clit with the pool stick and end this game once and for all, but I wasn’t letting her get off that easy.
“You don’t play fair.”
“And neither do you.” I chuckled softly, calling her on her own wicked little game.
I pulled the stick away and held it upright, and after a short minute, I moved to the side while she gathered herself, eyeing her pocket. She walked around the table, deep in thought before stopping at the other end.
“Corner left pocket.” She leaned forward, gravity pulling her thin, tank lower, revealing her plump breasts, taunting me to the point of losing my goddamn mind, to the point that every part of me was tense and throbbing.
She sank the ball, showing off a satisfied smile.
Without having to be told, I shed my jeans and cupped my hard dick over my boxer briefs, her eyes widening in disbelief. We were close. So damn close to the prize, I didn’t want to wait any longer. Just toss her on the table and take control. Lose control.
“I told you I was going to fuck you,” I bragged. “Only two more before I claim my prize.” I twisted the cube of blue chalk on the tip of my stick while my eyes captured hers and I drank her in, her nipples pushing harder against the flimsy material. Her breasts more noticeable than when we first started this little charade; probably swollen and heavy, waiting to be massaged and sucked.
“It’s still my turn,” she murmured.
“Call it.”
She did.
And she missed.
Wasting no time, I called my next shot, sinking it perfectly. Smelling victory—and her, I stood to my full height and awarded her with my cockiest grin. “You ready for this?”
“Just do it.”
“I’m gonna just do you. How about you call the pocket for me?”
“Don’t I have to remove something first?” she asked, looking down at her tank and panties.
“What for? After this, I’m ripping that shit off, tossing you on that table and fucking you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
Her breath hitched.
“Don’t act like you didn’t know that was coming,” I stated matter-of-factly, my lips turning up. “Although, I’d rather be coming . . . and inside you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Rowan
Holy shit! He was laying it on thick, the innuendos and the tension, which was why I tossed the game and let him win. The stakes were too high not to, and after giving it some consideration, after weighing the pros and cons, I came to the conclusion that he left me no other choice.
Besides, had I revealed early on the number of men I had hustled back in the day, he might have given up before we even got the chance to start, ruining the excitement and build-up.
“You gonna tell me where I’m shooting this?” he quizzed, angling his stick at me. The double meanings floating off his tongue were driving my libido crazy. My clit was tingling, my pussy throbbing, and the butterflies—well, they decided to move high up north, making me all sorts of dizzy.
I swallowed hard and made the mistake of letting my eyes fall below his waist. Oh, Lord. His cock was thick and hard, fighting for release from behind the cotton of his dark gray Calvin Klein’s. His thigh muscles were flexed, the hard stretch of the muscles across his chest and arms, prominent.
I licked my lips, and not wanting to squeak out what pocket he should aim for, I walked along the left side of the table making sure to add a little sway in my step. I stopped in the middle and pointed. “Here.” I barely got the whisper out, heat burning up and down my spine, my skin singing.
He’d never have guessed my suggestion was the most logical and ninety-nine-point-nine percent an accurate shot. By the way he continuously eyed the top left pocket, favoring it for the majority of the game, I knew if the choice was his, he’d have chosen that one—and he would have missed.
Never underestimate the power of an engineer’s mind: always analyzing, calculating, estimating. It came naturally and with the territory.
He took the shot.
And made it.
“What I’d tell yah?” he boasted confidently, laid the stick on the table, and came for me.
His prize.
“Time to pay up, angel.”
“Where do you want me,” I mewled, my voice strained and laden with need, waiting for him to be seated deep inside me. Who would have thought a game of pool would have been foreplay in and of itself?
“Turn around. Hands flat on the table. Spread your legs.”
Well, shit. I thought he might at least ease into it. I hope he eases into me.
“Like this?” I asked, batting my lashes, turning to face the table I arched my back, my butt sticking out seductively.
“Just like that.” Levi caged me against his chest and the pool table. “Fuck, you’re sexy.” He reached in front and massaged my breast while toying with my nipples poking through my tank, rolling and pulling on the sensitive tips sending a direct wave of heat to my already swollen pussy.
“What—” I squeaked out and then swallowed hard and took an even deeper breath. My voice trembled with sheer excitement and anticipated pleasure when I asked, “What are you going to do?” He continued pulling on my nipples, rocking his erection into my backside and then slid his hands down the side of my body, temporarily stopping and gripping my hips.
“I need to be inside you,” he groaned, licking and kissing the back of my neck.
“I want that too.”
His hand made its way in the front of my panties, and he immediately pushed one finger in. “So fucking wet. I love the way your body responds to me.” He curled his finger, and I about died from the magnitude of pleasure exploding behind my closed eyelids. I moaned loudly. “You gonna come for me, Rowan?” he rasped, another finger entering me, fucking me with his hand and hitting that spot.
“Yes,” I cried out, my head falling back, my body bowing against his chest with the force of my orgasm. I rode his fingers, chasing every last drop of pleasure.
“Turn around. I want you on that fucking table now,” he growled, spinning me around and lifting me onto the table as if I was as light as a feather. He made quick work of stripping off his boxer briefs and then spreading my legs until my knees were pressed flat against the soft blue cloth.
He stood there, transfixed while I lay completely exposed, watching his every movement. With hunger and lust pooling in his dark chocolate orbs, he lowered his mouth to my needy sex, his eyes focused on mine. He lapped and licked my orgasm dry, teasing my clit with his tongue, pressing in and out of my entrance.
“Fucking delicious.” My head fell back onto the hard table as I whimpered and cried out incoherently. “So, goddamn sweet.” He curled a finger inside me while flicking his tongue against my over-sensitive clit,
driving me absolutely mad and bursting at the seams.
I lost the ability to speak while my ability to function at all was closing in on me.
“Scoot up.”
With extra effort, I managed to shift upward. Holding my eyes on him, I watched as he reached for his jeans and pulled a condom from one of the pockets, wasting no time in sheathing himself.
Levi hopped up on the table and settled himself between my thighs. Starting at my nipple, he took his time sucking, giving added attention to the swollen buds. He kissed my neck, my chin, my cheek all while his hand skimmed my hip and thigh. When he pulled his lips up to my ear, he whispered, “I’ve been waiting all goddamn night for this,” and plunged into me in one full, unexpected, heart-stopping thrust.
“Oh, fuck!” A mewling cry jetted from my mouth, my back arching completely off the table. Levi waited patiently and then started to move slowly, although too slow for my liking.
“Patience, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.” He sucked on my earlobe, carefully picking up the pace, but not by much. “I want you to enjoy this.”
There was no way I couldn’t enjoy this. Being with him—there was no comparison. His skill was unprecedented, turning out to be everything I had ever hoped for in a lover.
“Baby,” he moaned, carefully driving his hips against the apex of my thighs.
“Hmm.” I grabbed his tapered hips, locked my legs around his waist, and matched the momentum of his thrusts.
“Fuck! Rowan. Fuck!” His eyes squeezed shut, and he started moving faster, harder, somehow higher so his dick was hitting my clit, pulling a wave of desire from my belly to my pussy.
“Levi,” I moaned breathlessly, the sensations escalating rather quickly. I didn’t want to find my release just yet. I wanted to enjoy every last second like he had said.
“Are you close? Your pussy . . .” He buried his face in the crook of my neck, panting out hot breaths. He groaned like a starved man. “Come for me, baby.” He shifted his hips and thrust harder.
“Faster!” I countered, my stomach clenching and my nails digging into his sweaty skin, the need for relief consuming. I grabbed the side rails of the pool table. Gripping the hard wood, I held on for dear life, hoping to let go.
“Rowan, I’m barely holding on, baby.” He slid out and then back in. “You feel so goddamn good.”
“I’m there,” I breathed out desperately. “Almost there.” My belly tightened, I could feel my orgasm spiraling lower, ready to explode out of me. Until it did. “Shit.” I grabbed his ass and forced him to move faster, harder, giving me all of him.
“Fuuuck,” he growled low, making me smile. I loved that I was the one causing him to lose control.
We lay on the blue felt for a while, taking in deep breaths, waiting for our heartbeats to regulate. My body felt lifeless as I tried to regain my composure.
Sometime after we made it back to earth, Levi carefully and attentively lifted me off the table. He kissed my cheek, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck, breathing me in.
The mood had shifted from carnal and possessive to compassionate and yielding, and halfway to his bedroom Levi stopped. He drew another long breath in and when he exhaled, he whispered, “Stay the night.”
His words were guarded, a simple request and not so much a question. The vulnerability in his voice this time around had me barely lifting my head off his shoulder and meeting his timid gaze. “Okay.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Rowan
Spencer walked into my office, closed the door, and dropped a stack of papers on my desk. “You got a minute?”
“Of course,” I replied warily, pointing to the office chair across from me and giving him my full attention. “What’s up?”
He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, and after blowing out a long deep breath, he opened his eyes and cursed. “These billings. Accounting. My projects,” and then took a few more deep breaths, adding insult to injury, “Johnson’s billable hours are running my projects into the ground. Why the fuck is he still here? He doesn’t do shit.”
I’d never seen Spencer this unhinged, and especially over work. He’s normally the coolheaded, rational thinker. Patient to a fault and not much frazzled him. I couldn’t help but wonder if his outburst stemmed from something more.
“Are you sure that’s the only reason you’re upset?” I asked carefully. “It’s not like you to get disturbed like this.”
“I’m sorry,” he apologized and exhaled loudly. “Honestly?” I nodded, offering him a supportive smile. “Davenport. He’s driving me nuts.”
“Why?”
“His son, Zack, doesn’t want to manage the Portland office. He’s made it clear from the beginning, yet Davenport can’t let go of it. He’s been calling, constantly lending his frustrations out to me, and I have no idea what the hell it is I’m supposed to say, let alone do.”
“Why can’t they hire out?”
“Your guess is as good as mine.”
Hmph. I pondered the situation for a second.
“I’m not sure what rules are in place on reciprocity in Oregon, but”—I hoped I wasn’t planting a seed because if Spencer moved across the states, again, that would totally suck—“do you think he wants you to run that office?”
“No. It would be a lateral move, and he’d be putting himself in the same position having to try and find a replacement for this office.”
“True.”
We quietly brainstormed for a minute when he switched conversational gears and smirked. “So, Natalie and Addie can’t wait to meet you.”
“Who’s Addie?”
“Levi’s sister.”
“Oh.” My brows pinched and that’s when I recalled Levi mentioning her name the first night at his house. “Why would she be excited to meet me? I don’t even know her.”
“You have Levi to thank for that.” He laughed, and by the look on his face, I swear he took pleasure in tormenting me. “Nat and Cy had a barbecue at the house. The whole gang was there, and of course Addie being the meddler she is, had to know what the hell happened for her brother to get ejected from his last game.”
First I cringed, and then his words tugged at my heartstrings. A pang of what felt like loneliness moved its way through my chest, telling me I was an outsider. I didn’t mean or want to feel like I had been left out, but somehow I did, which in all fairness was ridiculous since I didn’t know these people aside from Spencer and Levi. Maybe it was from past conversations and knowing how much fun Spencer would have when he went home and visited with his family and friends.
For someone who kept only a handful of meaningful relationships, it was safe to say I surprised myself with my reaction.
“What did he tell her?”
“The truth.”
I leaned back in my chair, absorbing his words when another worry came to mind.
“Shit.”
“What?”
“Am I in over my head? I mean, this is Levi Montgomery. And what if Greg finds out?” I worried my bottom lip.
“Why are you so worried about Greg? You’re an adult. Aren’t you allowed to date whoever you want?”
“Sure, I am. But I’m pretty sure Greg’s players are excluded from the pool of available dating prospects. That was his whole reason for keeping Gabby and me away from the team growing up. He never wanted us to get mixed-up in that lifestyle and have it backfire.”
“That’s understandable, but what do you want?”
“Doesn’t matter.” I changed gears. “Sounds like you guys had a good time.”
“We did. It was hard to leave, hence the reason I took those few extra days off.”
My phone rang, Levi’s name illuminating the screen, but I chose to ignore it and call him back later. Then my eyes moved to where Spencer sat, quietly trying to read me. I dusted the invisible lint from my slacks. I picked up my pen and tapped it against my desk.
“Can I talk to you?” he asked.
“Yo
u can always talk to me,” I answered, relieved to have a distraction from the riot of nerves skipping through me.
“It’s about—”
A knock came from the other side of the door, and then Kelsey poked her head around, whispering, “Excuse me.”
“Hey.” Spencer stood. “Come in. I was just leaving.”
What? No! He was just about to ask me something that seemed important, but before I could question him, Kelsey pushed the door in with her foot, revealing a beautiful vase with a dozen long-stemmed white roses.
“For you.” She twisted her lips to the side, hiding her smirk.
“Talk later?” Spencer asked, picking up the stack of papers he’d dropped on my desk and moving to the door.
“Of course. Call me. Or I’ll see you on Monday.” He nodded and quietly slipped out.
“I’m sorry, did I interrupt?” Confusion spread across Kelsey’s face as she looked between me and the door while setting the vase on my desk.
“I don’t think so. What are you still doing here?”
“Just bringing you these, then I’m heading out.”
“Okay. I’ll make sure to lock up.” I rounded my desk, counting the stems. They were beautiful. Lowering my nose, I inhaled the sweet-smelling buds and smiled. “They’re beautiful and so sweet.”
“Just like you.” My breath hitched at the sound of his unexpected voice.
Surprised to see Levi standing in the doorway, a shy but thrilled smile pulled at the corner of my mouth. “What are you doing here?” Kelsey quietly slipped out. “I didn’t think you’d be back so soon.”
Levi greeted me with a soft kiss on my lips. “Four days is about all I can handle—five max.” He banded an arm around my waist, gingerly pulling me toward him, gazing into my eyes. “And, I kinda missed you.”
“Really?” I couldn’t hide the surprise in my voice. Because I was surprised. Never expecting he’d actually admit to something of that nature. Originally, he had planned to hit the road on Thursday, so when he texted, thanking me again for the previous night, he added that he was leaving a few days early—the next morning, to be exact.
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