Playing for Keeps: A Scorching Hot Romance (Game Changers Book 2)

by A. C. Arthur

  “We can have it,” she repeated and eased away from the truck stopping a few inches away from him.

  “We can,” Del said before all his control was lost and he wrapped his arms around her slim frame, pulling her close. His palms pressed against her back at the same time that his lips crashed down over hers.

  She lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck, tilting her head and opening her mouth to the warm touch of his tongue.

  They were really doing this.

  In the garage after hours.

  Rylan was going to have sex with Del.

  Well, alrighty then!

  His close-cut hair felt so soft against her fingers as she held his head tightly in place while they kissed. His lips were strong, his tongue masterful as it pulled her in deeper, arousal seeping through her with every second of their embrace. Her thighs were already trembling, like she couldn’t wait for this to go further even though she still couldn’t believe it was happening in the first place.

  “Are you sure?” she asked when the kiss was finally broken as he’d pressed her back against the truck.

  His fingers were moving rapidly to pull her t-shirt from the band of her pants. In answer to her question, Del lifted her arms high above her head. He locked gazes with her and pulled her shirt up and over her head, tossing it somewhere on the garage floor. Rylan shivered as the cool air hit her heated skin. Behind the thin material of the sports bra she wore, her nipples instantly hardened. As if her body were sending him a signal, Del’s gaze immediately dropped to her breasts.

  “I’m damn sure,” he said, his voice raspy with desire.

  Her pussy clenched at his words, her breathing hitched and a feeling of power and adoration soared through her entire body. She pulled the bra up and over her head, leaving her medium-size breasts bare to him. He stared down at the twin mounds with their pebble-hard dark brown nipples and licked his lips. Damn, she loved how he was looking at her as if he’d never seen anything as pretty, or perhaps perfect. She’d never really thought of herself as a sex symbol but she knew she liked sex and had always been keen to what pleasured her. Right now, watching Del’s lips part and his hands lift in a slow-motion journey to touch her breasts lightly had her gasping. He gripped them lightly and she wondered for a second if he was wondering if they were real. Of course, they were, nobody would pay money for boobs her size. Still she was proud of her B-cup tatas that were high and firm. When Del closed his eyes while closing his fingers around them and moaned, she figured he was satisfied with them as well.

  Rylan took that moment to touch Del’s cheek, wondering why she’d never thought of how it would feel to get her hands on him in this way. Her palm rested against his strong jaw, the tickle of his beard rubbing against her skin. He turned into her palm, touching his lips to the spot, while his hands slowly kneaded her breasts. She pressed her other hand against his chest. He wore a black leather jacket over his red Game Changers polo. She could feel the toned outline of his pecs through the material. His kisses moved to the inside of her wrist and up her arm, until his mouth had found its way to one tight nipple. She sucked in a breath the moment his tongue touched the hardened bud.

  He took her nipple into his mouth with the same fervor in which he’d kissed her moments ago. She arched into him, pressing her breast further into his mouth as if she were feeding him. Why did his tongue feel so good wherever it touched her? When his teeth scraped over her nipple she gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders. On a ragged moan she shoved at his shoulders until his mouth and hands released her breasts. With hurried motions she pushed his jacket off, vaguely hearing the muffled sound of it falling to the floor. Guided solely by need at this point, she yanked the polo and the undershirt he wore over his head and tossed them both to the floor. Now their chests were bare. Del went back to her breasts and Rylan reveled in the feel of his bare biceps beneath her fingers. He was so hard all over, from his shoulders down his arms, to the bulge of his dick she could feel as he thrust against her. She let her head lull back until it tapped the window, giving him unfettered access to her breasts while her hands familiarized themselves with every hard-sculpted inch of his upper body.

  She felt like she was looking at one of those fitness magazines and imagining how the toned male bodies would feel to her touch. Now, she knew. Hot flesh over turgid muscle felt glorious. His mouth devouring one breast while his hand worked the other was like an added bonus, one that was going a long way to bringing the desire Rylan had been feeling these past few days to a boiling point.

  “I want you right here. Right now.” Del groaned when he pulled his mouth away from her.

  His voice was deeper, his eyes darker as he looked down at her, again asking her permission. Rylan hadn’t been sure how to act when he’d so blatantly told her he wanted her minutes ago, now, however, she knew exactly what she wanted.

  “Then take me,” she replied and let her hands fall to the buckle of his belt. “Right here. Right now.”

  “Yeah,” he murmured and forcefully yanked the button of her jeans. “I am.”

  They unzipped each other’s jeans simultaneously. Del pushed the material down Rylan’s legs while she shimmied her hips to assist. Rylan eased Del’s pants down his legs and gasped when his long hard dick slipped through the slit of his boxers to greet her. She wasted no time wrapping her hands around him, loving the feel of instant heat the contact produced. He was big and thick and her heart thumped wildly at the thought of him fitting inside her.

  Del slipped a hand beneath the band of her very unpretty boy shorts. She hadn’t planned on having sex today and so wasn’t prepared. That was a woeful understatement because the moment his fingers eased between her legs, separating the plump folds to find the moist heat buried there, Rylan nearly jumped out of his reach with eagerness.

  “I gotchu’, babe,” he whispered as one arm slipped around her waist to pull her close. “You just keep on touching me and I’ll take care of you.”

  Rylan couldn’t have torn her hands from his rigid length if her life depended on it. She loved the feel of him, stroking him, hearing the sounds of his hunger for her. His palm was flat against her mound now, fingers moving masterfully along her center. She leaned into him, opening her legs as much as possible considering her jeans were at her ankles and her boy shorts weren’t as giving as she would have liked.

  None of that seemed to matter because with each stroke of his fingers from the bud of her clit down to her throbbing opening, she fell deeper into the abyss of pleasure that was Delano Greer. He held her in his grasp so effortlessly while working her to what was going to be a ferocious orgasm in just a few moments. He wasn’t doing anything special, just moving his fingers from one point to the other, spreading her desire over the sensitive warm skin, stroking the fire that had been on low heat until it scorched her soul. Rylan felt the quick tug, the shaking of her thighs and bit down on her lower lip. It was coming. Her hands grasped his dick tighter, jerking him until pre-cum covered his tip. Del leaned into her, his lips against her earlobe as he whispered, “Come for me, baby. Come all over my hand.”

  She did.

  With a jerk of surprise and a moan of sheer pleasure, Rylan let his fingers pull from her the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. It was a good thing he held onto her so tightly because the moment her legs ceased shaking, Rylan was certain they would’ve buckled and she would tumble to the floor. Instead, she felt Del’s lips on her neck, his tongue leaving a warm path across her skin.

  He pulled back slowly, his face hovering just inches away from hers. Rylan couldn’t help but pant, her fingers slipping uselessly from his still throbbing dick. She knew she probably looked inexperienced or delirious, but she didn’t care, she felt invigorated. Del eased his hand from between her legs and out of her underwear. He lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked her glistening essence from his fingers. Was it too soon for another orgasm?

  “Delicious,” he whispered. “Just as I knew you
would be.”

  Yeah, she could melt into a useless puddle of goo right at this moment and all would be perfectly fine in her world.

  But Del had other thoughts. He stepped back from where she was still standing against his truck, reaching down into his pocket until he found his wallet. Rylan heard the rustle and tear of a condom packet. The sound snapped her out of her pleasure haze and she took the condom from him. Rylan pushed Del’s boxers down and worked the latex over his length. Del pushed her boy shorts down until they were in reunion with her jeans at her ankles. He leaned forward and extended a little more effort to free one of her legs from the material. As he rose back to a standing position, he brought her leg with him, locking it behind his back.

  When he stepped closer again, the head of his dick pressed against the moist flesh of her pussy and she moaned.

  “I’ve thought about being inside of you every second of every day since that night on the phone,” he told her.

  “Me too,” she admitted. “I dreamed of you inside me.”

  His lips crashed over hers in that moment. His tongue thrusting deep inside her mouth, dueling with hers as if they were long lost lovers. Rylan clasped his shoulders. She held him to her as if she could somehow freeze this moment in time. Capture this very second of explicit desire and never let it go.

  He positioned himself, one hand cupping the back of Rylan’s head while he kissed her senseless, the other holding her ass cheek as he guided his dick to her waiting heat. Rylan moaned at the feel of his tip pressing against her entrance. She pumped against him, eager for the moment when they would be entwined. Del thrust his hips once, the tip of his engorged dick pressing past the tight barrier of her entrance. She pulled her mouth away from his and cried out in a mix of pleasure and delicious pain.

  “Hold on to me,” Del whispered and kissed her once more.

  Rylan did as she was told. She wrapped her arms around Del’s neck and held on tightly. He thrust forward again, this time inserting his full length inside her with the effort. She stretched, her muscles throbbing around his girth, and moaned.

  “Damn.” Del moaned too after pulling his mouth away from hers. He was holding completely still inside of her while Rylan’s body begged for more.

  “Rylan,” he said and she opened her eyes to look at him.

  “You’re holding me so tightly inside and outside,” he continued, letting his forehead fall to hers. “I don’t know if I can stand it.”

  Hell, she knew she couldn’t.

  “Please, Del,” she whispered and thrust against him. “Now.”

  He nodded. “Yes. Now.” And he began pumping inside of her.

  It was a fierce ride, the up and down adrenaline rush of a roller coaster with the unmitigated ebb and flow of a smooth melody. Del moved masterfully, his length easing in and out of her until she was chanting his name. The sound of his body slapping against hers echoed throughout the garage. She was wet and full and loving every second of it.

  Yes, this was Del. This was the man who had occupied her thoughts for the last week. It was the man who was currently working his gorgeous dick deep inside of her and causing her to rethink ever masturbating again. In this moment Rylan wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life. And she was getting him, every delicious inch of him thrusting into her as if there was no place he’d rather be.

  Minutes later, she trembled and disintegrated in his arms. Her second orgasm was made better only by the guttural moans from Del and his choked admission that he was coming too.

  One hour after leaving the garage.

  Rylan: What did we just do?

  Del: We just had a fantastic time.

  Rylan: Yeah, fantastic. And it was just this one time, right?

  Del: Right.

  Rylan: Goodnight.

  Del: Goodnight.

  At three a.m., one day after Del had taken his truck to Kent Automotive and had Rylan Kent against the back of said truck, Del knocked on her door.

  She lived in a three-story apartment building on the corner of Honeycomb Drive. And after texting back and forth all day and most of the evening, she’d given him the address and invited him over. Del hadn’t realized how much he’d wanted that invitation. But he’d forced himself not to push. Rylan was great, but she wasn’t like the other women Del had slept with. He’d known that before he’d even kissed her last night. Yet, he’d still done it.

  And there were no regrets.

  If he had to do it all over again, he definitely would have. It had been too good not to want more. She’d been so receptive and so in tune to what he needed at that moment. Not many words, just actions. The pulse and push of great sex. Afterward, she’d been even better than any other woman that he’d ever been with, because she’d asked no questions. As he’d gone to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and fix his clothes, Rylan had dressed. When he returned to where they’d stood by his truck, she had a printed estimate of the work that needed to be done waiting for his signature. Del signed on the dotted line and she told him his truck would be ready in a few days. She offered to drive him home, but he told her he’d gotten a rental car.

  Del waited while Rylan locked up the garage and walked her to her car. He stopped her from getting in, pulling her close for a hug that some part of him knew meant more than just a “hug” should. She smiled at him and then got in the car and drove off. By the time he’d arrived home, she’d sent him the first text. A very casual exchange that despite his insistence that it had been a one-time event had him falling asleep wondering when he’d be able to enjoy her again.

  Those thoughts followed Del throughout the day and well into his shift at the bar. It had invaded every second of his thoughts, until his body was tense with desire and his mind was full of a dark-hued woman with rich brown eyes and soft lips.

  And now, he was waiting for that woman to open the door, the same way she’d opened the one inside of him he’d thought closed for far too long.

  8

  “Hi,” she said with a warm smile the moment she looked up to see him.

  “Hi,” Del replied and stepped into her apartment, his arms going around her waist, lips immediately finding hers.

  She kissed him with the same hunger that had driven him over here tonight. It was like they couldn’t get enough of each other, as her hands moved up and down his arms and his went to grip her ass. If this was how a man was welcomed home when he was married, Del was ready to go out and buy a ring and rent the church.

  But Rylan eventually pulled away. She chuckled when she looked up and probably saw the quizzical look on his face. Del wasn’t finished. Not by a longshot. She moved easily out of his loose grasp and went to close her door. Okay, he should’ve at least done that, but he couldn’t think past seeing her. She put the locks in place and then walked across the room toward the couch.

  “Are you hungry?” she asked as she sat, lifting her legs to cross beneath her.

  A loaded question if ever Del had heard one.

  “It was pretty busy at the bar tonight so yeah, I could eat,” he admitted and resigned himself to being cordial.

  She stood. “Well, I’m not much of a cook. But I make a fantastic grilled cheese. It’s pretty late for dinner and not quite breakfast food.”

  He watched her walk past a small round table with two chairs in front of a window and through a doorway. His gaze traveled around to the area that served as her living and dining room. It wasn’t as big as the den in his house, but it was neatly decorated with the dark blue couch she’d just moved from and rocking chair that looked like an antique, end tables, and blue and beige area rugs. The fifty-seven-inch flat screen TV mounted on the wall across from the couch was by far the focal point of the room.

  “Do you prefer American or cheddar?”

  Del spun around to see her peeking her head through the doorway. For a split second he saw Rylan, the teenager, looking out of the basement door at his mother’s house, telling him and Lance they couldn’t c
ome down while she and Camy were there.

  “Del?”

  He shook his head and prayed that thought would vanish with the motion. “Yeah. Ah, you choose.”

  She smiled. “I love cheddar. I have a few slices of both yellow and white left, so I’ll mix them. You, have a seat and turn on the TV if you’d like.”

  She was gone again and Del could hear her moving about in the kitchen. He thought about catching some news or finding one of the police procedurals he had a love/hate relationship with to watch. But he found himself walking into the kitchen instead. This space was even smaller. The tiled floors and backsplash a very modern light gray, stainless steel appliances and white cabinets. They were probably the updates that had sold her on this tiny place.

  Rylan already had a skillet on the stove over a medium fire. Inside, Del could see butter already melting. Her narrow fingers spread more butter on slices of bread, placing one in the skillet and then setting the other three on a paper plate. Another paper plate held slices of cheese and she layered yellow, white and then yellow over the bread in the skillet. She topped that with another slice of bread and turned to face him.

  “If you’re in the kitchen you can help,” she told him and handed him a spatula. “Flip when I tell you.”

  Del shrugged and took the spatula, moving closer to the stove.

  “You know what goes great with grilled cheese?”

  “What?” he asked not wanting to take his gaze from the food but glancing at her anyway.

  Her hair was once again pulled back into a ponytail. He wondered if he’d ever seen it all out. Rylan was not the frilly and fancy girl that Camy was. In contrast, she’d much rather slip on jeans and a sweatshirt and pull her hair back with a rubber band. Tonight, however, she wore black leggings with white snowflakes all over and a long white t-shirt that fell alluringly off one shoulder. An outfit that showed off all her feminine curves and reminded Del of just how soft she’d been in his arms.