Okay, she could work with that. Chair sex was hot. He sat with her on his lap. She couldn’t help but press her pussy against his cock. She knew it wouldn’t take him long to get hard again.
“Touch me, please,” she begged.
But he grasped her hips. “Nope, no more play for you. I’ve still got my game to finish watching.”
“What?” Her mouth dropped open. “That’s not fair.”
“Did you move your hands without permission?” he asked her.
“Yes, but I need to come!”
“Well, then this next half an hour is going to be hard on you. Poor baby.”
West Malone was an evil man.
That’s what should have been printed on her panties.
He tilted up her chin and then leaned in to nip her lip. “Don’t be sad, baby. If you’re a very good girl, I’ll let you come as many times as you like once the game is over. Now, would you like to watch with me?”
Um . . . was he freaking insane?
“I’m going to take that as a yes.” He helped her turn around so she was sitting facing the TV, then he grabbed her legs, placing them on each arm of the chair so she was well spread.
Then he unfroze the game and went on watching it. As though she wasn’t sitting on his lap, naked and needy!
The nerve of him.
She squirmed and he held her hips. “Stay still, sunshine.”
“That’s impossible,” she complained.
“Remember what I said about being a good girl,” he murmured to her. Then he cupped one breast, toying with her nipple. “Tell you what, we can play by different rules. Each time my team gets a touchdown, you get an orgasm. But if the other team gets one you get five spanks on your ass. How does that sound?”
“I don’t know. Is your team any good?”
“Can’t tell you that, it’s cheating.”
She groaned. “I’ll take the deal.” She figured the odds of her getting an orgasm sooner were better.
They watched the game. Well, West watched the game, since her attention was constantly stolen by his hands on her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples. That bastard was determined to kill her. She was certain of it.
“Come on, come on, get a touchdown!” she yelled out.
“I never knew you were so interested in football,” he commented.
Someone finally scored.
“Yes!” she cried, pumping her arms up in the air.
“Aw, baby, I didn’t know you needed a spanking so badly or I would have obliged before now.”
Wait. What? Spanking? What’s he talking about?
“Maybe I should make it ten swats?” he asked as he positioned her over his lap.
“What? No! They got a homerun, touchdown, whatever it’s called!”
“Yeah, but that was the wrong damn team, sweetheart.” He slapped his hand down on her bottom. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get that spanking you need.”
Another swat. Jesus, he wasn’t going easy on her. And it had been a while since she’d been spanked, so it felt extra hard.
Two more. She groaned. The last one landed right in the middle of her bottom. Then he rubbed her hot cheeks. “Poor baby. You needed this, didn’t you?”
She shook her head. “No. No. Nope.”
“Tut-tut, I think you’re lying,” he said in a dark, low voice.
Kill me now! Why’s he feeling so playful tonight?
“I’m not!”
“No? Then part your legs and let me see.”
She pressed them tightly together. “No!” She knew what he would find.
“But if that spanking didn’t turn you on, you should have nothing to hide, should you?”
“I’m still wet from earlier.”
“Hmm, let me judge that myself.” He slid his hand between her legs and she parted them, knowing there was no way she could keep him out.
He ran his finger along the seam of her lips then dipped it deep inside her. “Oh, baby, you’re so wet. And you’re sucking me in. At least part of this is from your spanking.”
Pulling his fingers free, he slapped his hand down on her ass several times in quick succession. Her bottom quickly heated, but the burn was almost a welcome one.
She had kind of needed this.
Then he sat her up again, positioned on his lap, her hot bottom against his hard cock. And she remembered it wasn’t fun having to sit on a freshly spanked bottom.
She wiggled around, trying to get comfortable.
“Does someone need my cock to settle them?”
Hell, yes. Did he really think she’d answer any other way?
She nodded frantically and heard him chuckle in response. But she didn’t care if she was making a fool of herself. She wanted him.
He raised her up then positioned his cock, sliding her down onto him. Oh, wow. That felt so good. She wanted to rock up and down but he held her hips.
“If your legs get tired, you can lower them down on either side of mine,” he told her as his hands returned to torturing her nipples.
He’d taken her up to the edge of orgasm so many times that she was a mess. Eventually she lowered her legs, unable to keep them parted. His hand kept dipping down to her clit, rubbing it, circling it until she wanted to scream, then he’d move his evil, talented finger away leaving her cursing.
She wasn’t sure how long it had taken until there was another touchdown; she was beyond telling time. She couldn’t even figure out who had scored.
“Please let that be your team,” she begged.
“Afraid not, baby,” he said in a fake-sympathetic voice.
“Nooo,” she groaned. “Why is your team so crappy?”
“Now, now, insulting a man’s team will just double your spanking.”
She moaned. It wasn’t fair. She waited for him to position her over his lap again. She was shocked as he slid her off his shaft and set her on her feet on the floor in front of him. She tried to turn but he sat forward and grabbed her hips.
“Part your legs and lean forward.”
Oh no. Yikes!
“West,” she moaned.
“Do as you’re told, baby,” he warned. “Or there will be no orgasms for the entire night.”
He wouldn’t! Oh hell, she thought he might.
Flick spread her legs then leaned over, resting her hands on the floor. The first smack caught her by surprise and she nearly lost her balance. He grabbed her by one hip as his other hand laid quick slaps onto her already tender ass.
By the time he was finished, her bottom burned, and she was shaking with need.
Then she felt his tongue licking at her pussy. Holy crap! She cried out, wanting him to touch her clit, but he seemed to sense how close she was to the edge because he didn’t go near the bundle of nerves.
“That’s my good girl. Such a pretty, red ass. Turn around. Good girl. Climb back on my lap.”
This time, she faced him with her knees bent and her legs on either side of his hips. He eased his cock back inside her then drew her close, rubbing his hand up and down her back as though to soothe her. Nothing was going to ease the ache in her clit except an orgasm. And even then, she thought it would likely take more than one.
“Yes! About time!” he yelled, making her jolt, her pussy clenching down around his thick cock.
“What? What happened?” she asked.
“What happened is that you’re getting an orgasm, baby.”
Oh, thank God.
He grabbed her hips, driving her up and down his thick cock several times before he reached between them to play with her clit. He fingered it, making her entire body ache, starting deep inside her and spreading out like wildfire.
“More. More. Yes! Oh, please! I need to come.”
“Come whenever you like, baby.”
She screamed as she found her release around his still hard cock. He held her tightly as she shook her way through the powerful orgasm. It kept going, rocking her with hard shudders. She heaved for breath
, uncertain if it would ever end. Uncertain if she wanted it to. But then, it started to wane, and she let out a low whimper.
Finally sated, she rested her face on his shoulder. Little aftershocks still rocked her body. He’d killed her. She was certain of it.
There was just one small issue. Actually, quite a large one. “You didn’t come.”
“Still got fifteen minutes of play left.”
Neither team scored another touchdown. Which was good for her poor bottom and bad for her needy clit which he continued to toy with. By the time the game was over, she was writhing with need once more. When he stood and slid free from her pussy, she let out an agonized cry.
“Hush, baby, hush. I know it’s hard. I’m gonna take care of you. I promise.” He set her down in front of the couch. “Kneel on the sofa, facing the back of it and spread your legs wide. That’s it.”
She climbed up and got into position. Her legs could barely hold her, and she clung to the back as he cupped her breasts from behind, his thick cock pressing against her ass cheeks.
He started kissing down her spine, his hands slipping away from her breasts to sit on her hips as he moved his mouth down over her ass cheeks towards her pussy.
Please, please, please.
She didn’t know if she said those words out loud. And quite frankly, she didn’t care. As he thrust his tongue deep into her pussy, he reached around with his hand to play with her clit.
“Oh. Ohhh,” she screamed as her entire body shook. It was too much. She wouldn’t last. She couldn’t hold off.
He circled her clit. Then flicked it. His tongue driving in and out of her. Then she was driven up and over that edge. She screamed out as she came. She felt him move, his tongue and finger retreating then he was standing, pressing his thick cock inside her. Impossibly, she crested another peak. Her cries were sobs of joy.
He was rough as he grabbed her, his movements hard and furious.
And it was just what she needed. Craved.
When he came, his own yell filled the room, making her doubly glad they now lived on their own.
2
Flick was feeling happy.
And tipsy.
Weightless. Like she could fly. Oh, that would be fun.
“Wouldn’t it be fun if you could fly?” she said to Mia.
Mia eyed her. “You’re not going to try, are you?”
Hmm. She thought about that. “I always wanted the power of invisibility until I met West, then I thought it would be great to be able to have laser eyes that could incinerate someone, you know, because he was such an ass when I first met him. But now, yeah, flying could be fun.”
“Yes, but actual flying requires wings. You don’t have those.”
Flick pouted. “Darn it. Maybe I should ask Santa for a pair this year. Maybe I should get West to dress up as Santa this year to hand out gifts on Christmas Day. He’d make a great Santa.”
Everyone grew silent and stared at her.
“West?” Molly asked quietly. “As Santa?”
They were all at Molly’s house for a girls’ night. Mia had requested one since she was feeling a bit cooped up. Alec was feeling extremely protective now that she was getting close to her due date and she was becoming smothered in well-meaning testosterone.
Flick had been undecided about whether she should come tonight as she had so much wedding stuff to decide on. She’d been sick for the last five days with strep throat and she’d gotten next to nothing done. But she was glad she had. It was fun. She realized now that she’d been way too stressed out over the wedding.
Laken’s cocktails and good company were just what the doctor ordered.
Of course, the doctor probably would have frowned on her drinking with no food in her tummy. Especially when she was still on antibiotics. She’d just been so busy all night, she’d forgotten to eat. Molly had snacks set out and had ordered a pizza, but by then, Flick had been well into her second cocktail.
She wasn’t much of a drinker. Not after living with her brother, Spencer. He’d turned to alcohol after his accident. He’d changed. Become violent and angry.
“Grouchy West?” Aspen said doubtfully.
“The West who never smiles?” Savannah added.
“Who growls whenever anyone says hello to him,” Mia added with a grin.
“Yeah. Him. Hmm, I’m beginning to see your point.”
Everyone laughed and she grinned.
As everyone was studying Molly’s terrible attempt at a Christmas sweater for Jake, Mia’s phone went off.
“Alec?” Molly asked.
Mia read the text message. “Yep.”
“How many times does that make now?” Flick asked. “Ten?”
“More like twelve,” Laken said with a grin.
“Not like you all haven’t had plenty of texts from your men checking in with you,” Mia replied pointedly.
West had texted her several times to make sure that she was still at Molly’s house and to remind her to call him when she was ready to come home. He hadn’t wanted her to go out tonight. He’d been coddling her ever since she’d woken up with a throat that felt like it was filled with razorblades. But she’d managed to convince him she was feeling fine. She’d also had to agree to an early night.
Her phone buzzed and she dug into her small handbag, pulling it out to read the text.
“He said that one of the mares is sick, so West will pick me up,” Mia explained.
Flick read the text on her phone. On way.
Okay, that was succinct and to the point. Very West.
“West said he’s on his way. Darn it, do you think I have time for another drink?”
“Yeah, take ’em off, baby!” Flick cried out.
West just raised his eyebrows as he stared down at her. She grinned up at him, unrepentant.
He helped Mia stand. He was such a gentleman. She sighed. Look at him. Such a big, handsome, hunk of a man. How did I get so lucky?
“Dance with me, West.” She climbed to her feet and started to sway her hips as she reached for him.
He stared down at her forebodingly, but she was way too happy to care about Mr. Grouchy-Pants’ scowly face.
“No.”
“But this is my favorite song,” she wheedled, throwing her arms up in the air and flicking her hips from side to side.
“There isn’t any music,” he pointed out.
There was in her head. West walked over towards her. Finally! He was going to dance with her.
Crouching, he grabbed hold of her and tipped her over his shoulder. Ooh, that made her head swim.
Not. Good.
“Hey!” She smacked her hands against his back. “West Malone, you set me down right now, you big Neanderthal.”
Damn, this position might be embarrassing, but it gave her an excellent view. Flick grabbed hold of his ass, massaging it. Those were some tight buns. “Ooh, this is so pretty. You have a pretty ass, West.”
“Your ass is gonna look pretty when I take my hand to it later,” West growled at her.
“Do you promise?” she sang.
They stepped out into the cold, but she barely felt it. She started singing the song that had been stuck in her head all night. Too bad West wouldn’t dance.
Suddenly, she was sliding down the front of his body, then she was placed inside a vehicle. Huh, when had they left the house? West leaned over her and she smacked a kiss on his cheek. “Thanks for picking me up, Westie,” she mumbled.
He did up her seatbelt. “Always, baby.”
3
“Ma’am? Ma’am? Can you hear me?”
Argh! Why do I feel like I’ve been run over by a train? Her head thumped, her body was all sore. And why is someone shining a light right in my eyes? What is that noise? What’s going on?
“Is she all right? Did she suffer a hit to the head?” someone called out.
“Be quiet,” she muttered.
What was going on? Why couldn’t she remember anything?
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sp; “I think she’s fine. She smells of alcohol. She might have been sleeping. Take the other two in first. We’ll follow with her.”
“On it.”
Other two? What was he talking about? She reached up to rub her head. But everything was fading again, and she drifted off.
The next time she woke up, she was in a strange place.
It smelled like antiseptic. And it was loud. She was lying on a bed. Her chest hurt. And her hand. She raised her hand to see something poking out the top of it. What the hell?
“Oh, you’re awake.” A woman dressed in scrubs with a sour look on her face stepped through a curtain and walked up to her.
“Where am I? What’s going on? What happened?” she croaked.
“You don’t remember anything about the accident?”
Accident? There was an accident? What was the last thing you remember? Going to Molly’s house. That’s right. West had picked them up. She’d been tipsy.
“There was a car accident?”
“That’s right. The truck you were in hit a tree. You were brought in by the paramedics. They hooked you up to an IV in the ambulance and you’ve nearly finished a bag. You were dehydrated because of your alcohol consumption. How much did you drink tonight?”
She wasn’t sure she appreciated the woman’s attitude. But she tried to think back.
“Three?”
“Three? I don’t think so. More like you don’t remember how much you drank,” she muttered to herself.
“I drank three cocktails,” Flick said firmly.
“You were so drunk you slept through the truck hitting a tree.” The woman sneered at her.
“I haven’t eaten today, I think that’s why the drinks hit me so hard.” Wait. Why am explaining myself to this bitch? “But who was in . . . oh, God! Mia! West! Where are they?”
She sat up, ignoring the woozy feeling in her stomach and the way her head spun. “Where are Mia and West?”
“Those are the people you were brought in with?” the woman asked as she removed the IV line.
No, they were completely random people who she didn’t even know. What was this woman’s problem? Whatever it was, Flick didn’t appreciate it.
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