Player of Life (Perception Book 4)

by Shandi Boyes

I watch Jenni as she walks over and greets Nicole who is placing Emily’s large birthday cake onto a table in the corner of the room. We have stayed in regular contact the past month and I even took her out on a date New Year’s Day. I surprised myself when I managed to act like a gentleman the entire day. It did nearly kill me though, considering the fact that I know how good she tastes and that I crave her more than my next meal.

  I grab my phone out of my pocket and send a quick message.

  As beautiful as ever.

  Jenni pulls her phone out of her red clutch purse and she smiles brightly when she reads my message. Her head darts up and her eyes start to roam around the space trying to locate me. Once her eyes eventually spot me standing at the end of the bar, she smiles her knock out smile. Her eyes slowly roam over my body and she cocks her eyebrow when she realises I am wearing black trousers and a buttoned up dress shirt, instead of my normal ripped jeans and a polo.

  The instant Slater and Marcus enter Mavs they make a beeline for Jenni and Nicole. I would catch Jenni’s gaze peering over at me. When her eyes would eventually return to my face after roaming over my body, I would give her a little wink, causing her neck to get a pink hue. When I would smirk at her reaction, she would shake her head slightly before returning her attention back to Slater.

  Our flirting continued for the next thirty minutes until Marcus and Nicole started ushering everyone near the large wooden doors to surprise Emily as she walked in. She nearly jumped out of her skin when everyone yelled out “Surprise” loudly in sync. Jenni rushed towards her best friend and engulfed her in a tight hug. Their strong bond clearly on display as they embraced each other.

  It didn’t take long for the party to wind down when Emily got absolutely smashed on three glasses of wine. Some of her family and friends had decided to stay at Mavs to continue the party without Emily. Where, I saw it as a prime opportunity to get some alone time with Jenni, especially considering that fact the Slater had left not long after Noah and Emily.

  When Jenni rounded the corner from the hallway, I pulled her into the dark corner of the room. When she squealed loudly, I had no choice but to use my mouth to muffle her squeals. I was right about her killer high shoes. Her body was perfectly aligned with mine. Her breasts pushed up against my chest, her pussy in perfect position in front of my hardening cock and I didn’t even need to dip my head down to ravish her mouth and neck.

  Heaven and hell all rolled into one. Heaven, because she tastes so good. Hell, because that is where I am going to end up when I claim her as my own.

  Jenni ends up giggling at the annoying cough that continues to try and interrupt our heavy make out session. I had heard it the first three times, but was trying to ignore it. When I reluctantly pulled away from Jenni, I noticed that her neck and cheeks are pink in hue, her lips are swollen and her eyes are beaming with lust. She smiles brightly, while staring into my eyes. I slowly flick my eyes to the person that was killing my attempt at wooing Jenni, to notice Jacob standing firmly next to us.

  “Hey” he greets, while nodding his head in greeting.

  “Hi” I reply while looking at him curiously.

  “Did you need something?”

  “Nah, I’m good” he replies while taking a large gulp of his beer.

  My confused gaze flicks from Jacob to look at Jenni. She slightly shrugs her shoulders, while trying to hold in her smile.

  “Do you mind?” I question, returning my gaze back to Jacob.

  “Nope” he replies smiling. “Slater asked me to keep an eye on you before he left, so I’m keeping an eye on you” he advises, triggering Jenni to giggle softly.

  Are you fucking kidding me? The one time I get to have Jenni alone without Slater watching me like a hawk and he goes and organises bigfoot to take over his command. Jenni’s hand gently caresses my cheek, making my furious eyes turn from looking at Jacob to looking back at her.

  “Tomorrow?” she questions in a hushed whisper, while staring into my eyes. I slowly roam my eyes over her beautiful face before nodding my head. I have waited this long to claim her as mine, what is another twenty-four hours?

  She places a quick kiss on my cheek before she slips under my arm that is leaning against the wall. My cock instantly protests from the loss of her contact. Once Jenni walks past Jacob, he chuckles under his breath.

  “You’re an asshole” I advise annoyingly as I make my way back to the bar. Jacob chuckles loudly as he walks back to Lola.

  I swear nearly everyone in this room has tried to warn Jenni to stay away from me. I would have tried to warn her to stay away from me too if I was her friend. But it’s too late now. I want her more than anything and I plan on making her mine, as soon as I can get her alone.

  I finished the remainder of my beer before heading out the back entrance of Mavericks. Jenni had already left a few minutes ago. I couldn’t help but smirk at Jacob when she made her way over to me to say goodbye. I may have also given him the finger as she gave me a kiss on the lips, causing him to smile largely.

  When I walk towards my truck, I become startled when a figure steps in front of me unexpectedly.

  “Sorry” giggles Jenni when she realises that she had just scared the living shit out of me.

  “What are you doing?” I question her curiously once I managed to get my heart rate under control.

  I quickly dart my eyes around the carpark ensuring that we are alone, and other than a few empty cars in the parking lot, we are completely alone.

  “I thought maybe you could give me a lift home?” she responds slowly, while her eyes leisurely roam over my body.

  “What happened to your lift?” I enquire cheekily while moving a step closer to her.

  “I asked her to leave” she whispers slowly as her eyes roam over my face. Her eyes lower down to look at my lips, before they slowly lift to stare directly into mine.

  I run the back of my hand gently down her flushed cheek, before lowering my mouth to taste her delicious lips. Because she has removed her high heel shoes, she is no longer the same height as me. I lift her to sit on the bed of my truck, nudging her knees apart so I can stand in between them as I continue to ravish her tasteful mouth. Her sweet little moans are easily heard in the silence of the night.

  “No” she whimpers when I pull away from our embrace as I heard someone moving behind us. Once the shadow figured moves to the end of the carpark, I turn my eyes back to face Jenni.

  “You’re slowly killing me” she informs while pouting, triggering me to chuckle softly.

  “I’m killing you?” I question sarcastically, while cocking my eyebrow.

  When she nods her head and continues to pout, I grab her hand and place it on my rock hard cock. Her cheeks instantly get a pink hue as her eyes flick down towards my crutch.

  “Who is killing who?” I question as I pull her mouth back to mine by the back of her head.

  I did eventually end up dropping Jenni home that night, after we spent a few hours at Bronte’s peak. We then spent the following night dancing at the Dungeon. It was like no time at all had passed. The only difference this time around was that my gaze was firmly planted on Jenni the whole time. No other girl in the place had any chance of stealing her spotlight.

  That is when I realised my ultimate rule breaker has forced me to break another rule.

  The one rule I swore I would never break.

  I’m falling in love.

  Chapter 25

  Jenni

  This morning when I woke up in Nick’s bed, I decided not to run like I normally do. I snuggled in closer to his bare chest and couldn’t hold in my smile when he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in tighter. The exhaustion of our activities the night before soon had me falling back to sleep. When I had awoken for the second time, his half of the bed was empty. I looked at the alarm clock on his bedside table and realised it was a little after noon. I gingerly rose from the bed and peered around his room seeking my dress I had worn last night when I heard the sound
of his bedroom door opening.

  “Morning” Nick greets roughly, his voice sounding gravellier than I had heard it before.

  “Morning” I respond, while running my hands down my unruly hair. This is the first time Nick has ever seen me so dishevelled.

  He hands me a large cup of coffee, before he leans down and places a kiss on the top of my head. He then moves over and sits down on a small wooden chair that is next to a desk that looks like it has never been used in its whole life.

  “Do you fly home today or tomorrow?” he questions, while looking at me with his eyebrows slightly pulled together.

  “Today” I reply sullenly, trying my hardest not to pout. He briskly nods his head before he takes a sip of his coffee.

  “Can I drive you to the airport?” he questions, making it sound more like a plea than a question.

  “Okay” I whisper, triggering him to smile softly behind the rim of his mug.

  Around two hours later, I am sitting in Nick’s truck as he commences driving me to the airport. Today, I am not as excited about returning to New York as I have been previously. I’m actually dreading it. This weekend has been one of the most joyful weekends I have had in a long time. Nick has been gentle, kind and sweet, while at the same time he causes my sexual ecstasy to reach peaks I didn’t even know where possible. Nick must notice my sullen expression as he leans over and grasps my hand within his. That simplest act causes my heart to soar with excitement.

  He continues to hold my hand as we walk through the terminal until we reach the section only ticket holders can go through. His eyes flick from looking at my face to his silver watch on his wrist. I have a little over an hour before I am due to board my flight.

  “Come on” he says while he rushes us towards the ticket counter. His legs moving so quick I have to jog to keep up with him.

  “I need a ticket” he advises the pretty lady behind the counter.

  “Where are you flying to today?”

  “Anywhere” Nick interrupts, while handing her his driver’s licence. My confused gaze flicks from the lady serving behind the counter to Nick. When he notices my confusion, he smiles his panty combusting grin.

  “I have a flight scheduled to leave in three hours to…”

  “I’ll take it” Nick interrupts while handing her his credit card. The lady curiously stares at him before she begins processing his ticket. Once she hands him the ticket, he smiles brightly at her, causing her to become flustered. I am glad to see I am not the only one that melts over his smile.

  “What?” Nick questions curiously when he notices me smiling at him as we move further down the line to pass through security and customs.

  “How many rules did you just break?” I question quietly while my smile practically beams out of me. His eyes quickly flick to look at mine and when he notices my cheeky smile, he grins back.

  “Around 3 or 4, depending on if I catch my flight to” he responds as he looks down at his ticket “Texas or not” he reads from his ticket.

  “Texas, wow” I respond as I hand my ticket to the security office and remove my ballet flats.

  “Can you get me a big shiny belt buckle?” I request before I commence walking through the security x-ray machine. Nick chuckles at my request as he pulls off his running shoes and socks and stands behind the yellow line as requested by the airport customs officer. Today he has returned to wearing his favourable ripped jeans and a shirt, but he is wearing a long sleeve black shirt instead of a polo. The blackness of the shirt makes his dark blue eyes appear lighter than normal.

  Once we clear security, Nick immediately grasps my hand back within his as we walk towards my assigned gate. There is no surprise that the airport terminal is packed with tourists heading to New York. Every single seat is filled with a bottom, that Nick and I end up leaning against a side wall. I think I prefer it this way anyway. In a seat I would have only seen his side profile. Standing directly in front of him means I get to see his whole face. When he notices my eyes roaming over his ruggedly handsome features, he lifts his hand and gently runs it down my cheek. When I lean into his touch, he smiles, before he pulls me towards him. I cuddle in close to his strong, firm chest as he leans his head on top of mine.

  He just paid whatever amount of money for a ticket so I can snuggle into his chest for the next hour. Can someone say swoon? As I’m pretty sure Nick Holt, the world’s biggest player, is swooning me.

  When the loud speakers announce it is time for me to board my flight, Nick gives me one of the most slowest and tantalising kisses I have ever experienced in my life. My knees went weak, my pussy throbbed and my heart raced all at the same time. His eyes slowly roam over my face, appearing so deep in thought that I had expected him to say more than a simple “Bye”.

  “Bye” I reply back while slowly moving away from him. He follows closely behind me and watches as I hand my ticket to the air hostess. I give him a quick wave before making my way down the gangway. My heart screaming in protest with every step I take away from him.

  “Jen” he calls, making me quickly turn around to face him.

  “No one else” he half questions, half informs.

  I want to squeal and jump into the air in excitement. I want to run back to him and throw myself in his arms. But instead, I calmly reply “no one else” while smiling. He smiles so largely I need to use my ticket to fan my hot cheeks.

  I turn and start walking back down the gangway when I hear a commotion behind me.

  “Sir, you can’t board without a ticket”

  When I turn around, I am engulfed and devoured by Nick. Hands, lips and teeth all crashing into me at once. I drop my ticket and my carryon baggage so I can run my fingers through his hair and over his body with as much passion and possession as he is currently marking me with.

  “Sir, I will have to call security if you don’t leave the boarding gate area immediately” advises the air hostess firmly.

  I whimper when Nick is pulled away from my embrace by a security officer. The air hostess eyes look between Nick and I, before she advises the security officer to let him go. The security officer is hesitant to start with, but the instant he lets go of Nick, he moves straight towards me and gently caresses my cheek in his hand.

  “I’ll see you next week” he advises, before he gives me a haste kiss on the lips. I am to stunned by the events of the past twenty-four hours that I don’t have the ability to form any words, so I just nod my head.

  I watch Nick as he is escorted out of the gangway by the air hostess and a security office. When he reaches the end of the long corridor, he turns back to face me. His gaze stays firmly planted on mine until I enter the plane. It took the whole flight back to New York for my racing heart to finally settle down.

  ****

  Nick kept his word. The very next weekend he arrived at my doorstep late Friday night. He looked exhausted from his flight, but he smiled brightly when he realised I was wearing nothing but his polo shirt I had stolen from his room last week. This time when he murmured “no one else” I did squeal and throw myself into his arms.

  By the time Sunday morning came around, I was absolutely exhausted. Nick’s stamina in the bedroom still astonishes me. I always thought guys needed time after each round to recuperate, but not Nick. I just have to look at him a certain way and he is ready for the next round. I don’t know what time we ended up falling asleep last night, but my stomach wouldn’t quit growling that I reluctantly crawled out of bed to prepare us some breakfast. Nick mumbled something incoherent when I walked out of the room, but I am assuming since I left the room nearly thirty minutes ago that he must have fallen back asleep.

  Just as I finished flipping the last batch of the pancakes, I hear the sound of someone knocking on my front door. I peer down at my bare legs that are sticking out Nick’s shirt, I should probably put on some pants before opening the door, but I really don’t want to wake up Nick.

  “Come on Jenni” Christian yells eagerly behind the door.
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  I swiftly make my way towards my front door, while pleading with Christian to be quiet. When I open the door, his eyes automatically dart down to my bare legs.

  “I remember them being wrapped around…”

  “Shut up” I whisper as I slap his bicep. I usher him inside of my apartment, before moving towards my bedroom door to close it. When I peer inside, I notice Nick sprawled flat on his stomach in my bed, the pink sheets only just covering his delicate backside. I quietly close the door before turning to face Christian whose eyes are roaming over my body.

  “Is it blondie?” he questions while cocking his eyebrow.

  I try to hold in my smile, but miserably fail as I walk towards the kitchen.

  “I should have known that out of all the women in the world, you would be the one that had the ability to bring a player to his knees” Christian chuckles as he follows me into the kitchen.