Lead Player: An Everyday Heroes World Novel (The Everyday Heroes World)

by Alex Grayson

Thick, gorgeous, brown hair, eyes that remind me of the Caribbean Sea, a peaches and cream complexion, and the body of an angel. God must have just come back from vacation and was still riding that high when he made her. She’s fucking perfect.

  When the woman continues to wordlessly stare at me, I drop my arms to my sides and lean away from my perch against the wall. This seems to snap her out of it, because she moves out of the doorway just in time to avoid being run over by some chick who looks seconds away from spewing chunks all over the floor.

  She watches the woman run into the bathroom before leaning against the wall and bringing her eyes back to me.

  “What are you doing back here?” she asks, and fuck if her voice doesn’t enthrall me just as much.

  I take a step toward her. “Waiting for you.”

  Her eyes roll before meeting mine again. “Why?”

  “I think it’s pretty obvious, gorgeous.”

  “Gorgeous?” she snorts. “That’s the endearment you chose for me? How original.”

  I take another step closer. “I could use beautiful.” When she lifts her brows, I try something else. “How about breathtaking?” Another step. “Ravishing?” Another. “Magnificent? Enchanting?” I stop when I’m only a foot away, take in a deep breath, and unsurprisingly, her scent is just as intoxicating as her voice and appearance.

  She drops her arms and lifts her chin. “How about you go back to the blondie at the bar. I’m no longer interested.”

  I grin, and her eyes wander to my lips. “Is that a hint of jealousy I hear in your voice?”

  “No.” I barely suppress the laughter wanting to bubble up at her scowl. “And besides, you don’t know me well enough to know when I sound jealous.”

  “So, you’re saying it could be jealousy.” When I realize she’s about to walk away from me, I drop my grin. “Look, I didn’t ask for that woman to come on to me, and I certainly didn’t want her to. I had my eye on someone way more appealing. But it’s not in my nature to be rude. While you were occupied with your friend, I excused myself to go to the men’s room, hoping she would be gone by the time I returned. Unfortunately, you were gone, too. I happened to see you slip down the hallway, so I followed.”

  She chews on her bottom lip, sending a shot of lust straight to my groin. I make a silent vow to myself that by the end of the night, I’ll be the one biting that lip.

  As she thinks over my words, I decide to give her a little push in my direction. Propping a hand on the wall beside her head, I lean down so our lips are only inches apart.

  “What’s your name?” My voice rumbles quietly.

  Her brows shoot together and her eyes dart away. Her look is a dead giveaway that she’s quickly coming up with a fake name.

  “Eve.”

  My lips quirk up. She chose wisely. The name suits her. Innocent, but naughty.

  “I’ll make it worth it, Eve.”

  “Mighty sure of yourself, aren’t you…?” she asks, leaving the sentence open.

  “Taylor,” I supply, taking a number out of her book and giving her my own fake name. “And I’ve never had any complaints before.”

  She puts her hand on my chest and toys with the top button, like she’s contemplating undoing it.

  “Maybe I’ll be the first.” She smirks.

  I dip closer, feeling the heat from her lips on mine. It drives me wild. “Doubtful.”

  “So, what exactly are we talking about here?”

  “You tell me.” I grab a loose piece of her hair and trail the end over her neck. Her eyelids lower. “What do you want?”

  She leans her head back against the wall. “One night only.”

  Disappointment hits, which is confusing as hell. I never want more than a single night. I’m usually itching to leave before the night’s even over. Something tells me it’ll be different with this woman.

  “One night only. No strings. Anything goes,” I suggest.

  She mulls it over before she dips her chin. “Deal.”

  “Not good enough. This needs to be sealed with more than words.”

  Before she can say anything more, I lower my head. The instant my lips touch hers, I know this is going to be a long and enjoyable night. I’ll make damn sure it is.

  Her mouth opens immediately to meet my probing tongue. She tastes delicious. Like some kind of exotic fruit.

  Laying my forearm flat on the wall, I press my chest into hers. Her small moan and the bite of her nails digging into my pecs goes straight to my dick. When she tilts her hips up and pushes her mound against me, I have to fight back the urge to yank her skirt up, tear away her panties, and shove inside her.

  Sweet mercy, I’ve barely touched the woman and she’s already driving me mad.

  The bathroom door beside us slings open and a feminine voice mutters “Get a room”, causing us to break apart. I lean back, but only by a few inches, and look down at Eve.

  “My place or yours?” I ask huskily.

  I thank Christ when she says “Mine”. I’ve only been back in town since yesterday and haven’t had the chance to air the place out after being gone for so long. The only thing fresh I have at the moment are my bedsheets, and that’s only because my sister, Allison, stopped by and dropped them off for me.

  Grabbing her hand, I pull her behind me down the hallway, impatient to get the hell out of here and have her alone. I come to a stop when she tugs at my hand.

  “I need to tell my friend I’m leaving.”

  Without waiting for a reply, she releases my hand and walks off toward the pool tables. I watch as she walks up to the girl she was talking to at the bar. She leans in, whispers something in the girl’s ear, and they both look at me. A smile slowly slides across her friend’s face and she gives me one of those finger waves. I lift my chin up in greeting.

  They both kiss each other’s cheek before Eve heads my way.

  With her hand tight in mine, I make a beeline for the door. I’m tense, my body buzzing with anticipation. I may have had my fair share of women, but over the last two years I’ve slowed down a lot. This last year, I’ve only had a couple in my bed. Having any woman I want drop their panties any time without having to ask gets old. I’ve grown to be more selective. Constantly being used because of my name lost its appeal a long time ago. I want something more substantial. Or at least I want a woman who wants me for me, not for what my name can give them.

  I don’t know Eve from Adam—fitting, right?—but unless she’s a damn good actress, she has no clue who I am. Of course, that’s probably because I’ve changed my appearance a lot since the last time I was in the public eye.

  The night air is cool but refreshing when we step through the door. I come to a stop and wait for her to point out her car.

  “I’m there.” She gestures to a newer model SUV.

  “Are you okay to drive?”

  “Yep. My drinks have been light on vodka, heavy on the cranberry.”

  I move us in the direction of her car. “I’ll follow you. That cool?”

  She rummages in her purse and a second later pulls out a set of keys. “Yeah.”

  The lights on her SUV blink when she presses the key fob. Before she can pull open the door, I spin her around and press her back against the metal.

  “I need to taste you again before I walk away,” I murmur against her lips.

  She doesn’t give me time to lean down to kiss her. Instead, she laces her fingers in my hair and pulls me down to her. I groan into the kiss, seriously contemplating taking her right here. This part of the parking lot isn’t well lit, so as long as we’re quiet, no one would know.

  I nix the idea completely. There’s no fucking way I’ll take the chance of someone walking up on us. Eve may not really be mine, but for tonight she is, and fuck if I’ll let anyone else see what I know will be a stunning body.

  Reluctantly, I grab her hand from my hair, kiss the back of it, and take a step back.

  “You need to leave before I decide that right here is a
good place to fuck you.”

  She makes matters worse when her tongue darts out to lick away the evidence of our kiss from her lips. And by the sexy tilt of her mouth, she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

  “See you there,” she purrs over her shoulder as she climbs into her car.

  I crowd Eve against the wall as soon as we’re through her door. I don’t take the time to look around. My only mission at the moment is to taste as much of her body as I can.

  Grabbing her wrists, I place her palms flat on the wall. “Keep them there,” I order gruffly.

  She tosses a sultry look over her shoulder that has my dick turning impossibly hard. Gathering her hair to one side, I expose her slender neck. Skimming my lips over the smooth skin, I kiss a path to the small strap of her dress. Her head tilts to the side, silently letting me know she wants more. I use my bristly chin to move the strap off of her shoulder.

  She moans and presses her ass against my groin. Gripping her hips, I hold her in place and grind against her. Needing more, I smooth my hands down to the end of her dress, dip them beneath the soft material, and slide my hands back up her thighs, taking her dress with me. When the plump globes of her ass come into view, I groan. There’s a tiny string wedged between her ass cheeks, and I want to remove it with my teeth.

  “God damn,” I breathe. “Now that is a sight I’ll never forget.”

  I drop to my knees behind her and smooth my hands over her cheeks. Her ass is fucking phenomenal. I could spend hours admiring it.

  I press a kiss and take a little nibble on one side before moving to the other. She trembles and lets out a soft whimper.

  Gripping the sides of her thong, I slowly slide them over her hips and down her legs. She lifts one foot then the other, and I toss them to the side.

  “Open your legs wider.”

  She complies, and I move my hands back up her legs, feeling the wetness on her thighs before I even graze her pussy with my fingertips. She arches, thrusting her ass out, as she lets out a deep moan.

  “Inside me. Put them inside me,” she begs, her voice throaty.

  “You want me to fuck you with my fingers?”

  “Yes,” she hisses.

  Sliding a finger to her entrance, I trace the opening a couple of times before I push it inside.

  She’s so goddamn warm and tight.

  I add a second finger and work her pussy over with slow measured thrusts. Using my other hand, I separate her ass cheeks and her little rosebud peeks out at me. Too tempting to pass it up, I run my tongue along her crack. She jerks, and for a moment I worry she might pull away. Not everyone likes ass play. I find it highly erotic and very enjoyable.

  Shocking me, she reaches back, grabs a handful of my hair, and pulls me forward at the same time she shoves her ass back in my face.

  “Oh, God, don’t you dare fucking stop,” she grates between clenched teeth.

  So, it’s apparent she’s of the same mindset as me with ass play. Which makes me really fucking happy.

  I go back to licking her forbidden hole and add a third finger to her pussy. Her moans become louder and my dick strains against my zipper. Reaching down, I rip open my jeans and palm my aching shaft, giving it a few good pulls. When her walls begin to clamp down on my fingers, and she trembles against my mouth, I get to my feet.

  Her protest turns into a gasp when I spin her around and yank her dress up and over her head. I work at the buttons on my shirt as her frantic hands shove down my jeans.

  “Fuck, Eve,” I growl. “I’m sorry, baby, but I can’t wait.”

  She throws one of her legs around my hip at the same time I palm her ass and hoist her up, her back slamming against the wall. I’d be concerned about being too rough if it wasn’t for the pure ecstasy on her face. My eyes damn near roll back into my head when her wet heat meets my shaft.

  “Shit, condom,” I grumble. I wrap an arm around her waist tightly. “Hold on to me.” Squatting, I dig my wallet out of my jeans, flip it open, and snag a condom. I pass it to her, and she rips it open with her teeth, the act sending another shot of lust through me.

  I hiss out a breath when she slides it down, and I swear she’s purposely doing it slowly to torture me. As soon as I’m covered, I lift her until the tip is at her entrance, then groan gutturally when I fill her.

  So fucking good.

  Her head thumps against the wall and her eyes flutter closed, her expression one of intense pleasure.

  I hold still a moment and rest my face against her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent and letting my body calm down before I explode prematurely.

  Evidently, Eve doesn’t care for that plan, because she tightens her legs around my hips and begins to fuck herself.

  “Ahh… fuck,” I groan and give into the need to thrust. “This time doesn’t count, baby. It’s going to be fast.”

  Gritting my teeth and praying like fuck I don’t blow too soon, I swivel my hips and grind my pelvis against her mound, hoping like hell the added pressure against her clit will tip her over the edge sooner.

  She grips my shoulders, digging her nails into the muscles, egging me on to go faster and deeper. Her back slides up and down the wall and each time I thrust all the way in, she lets out little whimpers of pleasure.

  I peer up at her and bask in the beauty above me. Dark hair wild, skin flushed, eyes shining bright with lust, and her mouth parted as she pants.

  She’s the most stunning creature I’ve ever seen.

  Suddenly, her walls clamp down on me. “Oh, God, Taylor,” she cries as she rides out her release.

  Her using the false name I gave her almost has me halting my movement, but the pleasure of her gripping me so tight overrides any guilt I might feel.

  My balls seize up and the muscles in my back tense. I thrust brutally into her. Back and forth, deep and long. I growl as my release hits me, and it hits hard, damn near knocking me flat on my ass. I lock my knees into place and continue pumping, my movement slowing.

  Using both hands, Eve runs her fingers through my sweat-dampened hair then settles her elbows on my shoulders with her arms around my neck. She leans forward and kisses me slowly.

  “That was incredible,” she murmurs against my lips.

  “Indeed, it was,” I agree. “But entirely way too fast.”

  “We’ve got all night.”

  I nip her bottom lip. “And I plan to take my time with you.” Digging my fingers into her ass, I turn us around. “Starting in the shower. Which way?”

  “Down the hall. Last door at the end.”

  I grab my wallet and stalk down the hallway. We enter a master bedroom first. A king-sized bed with a canopy dominates one wall, a matching chest of drawers and dresser across from it. There’s a small corner style writing desk in one corner and a potted plant in another. The color scheme of yellow is feminine, but it’s subtle and not overly done.

  Spying the bathroom, I head that way. Eve flips the lights on when we pass through the door. The room is massive, nearly as big as the bedroom. I whistle.

  “This bathroom is the reason I bought this place,” Eve supplies.

  “I can understand why.”

  When she wiggles to be let down, we both moan. I’m still inside her, half-hard, and the friction has me raring to go again. Unfortunately, I need to get rid of the condom first. After tying it off, I deposit it in the trash. Turning, I watch her fine ass jiggle as she goes to the vast marble shower.

  Unable to deny the urge to get my hands on her again, I walk up behind her and put both hands on her hips, pressing forward until my chest meets her back. My cock wedges between her plump ass cheeks. She moans and reaches back, grabbing my ass to pull me closer to her.

  “Haven’t had enough?” she asks, leaning her head back against my shoulder and peering up at me.

  Tilting my face toward her, I brush a kiss against her lips. “I highly doubt it’s possible to ever get enough of you.”

  She spins in place and steps backward int
o the shower. “Well, then, come and get me.”

  Her words, coupled with the sultry look she gives me, has me following her under the warm spray.

  Chapter Three

  ALAINA

  “So, what’s this I hear about you taking home an uber hot guy from the bar a few days ago?” Juliet asks as she settles onto the couch beside me in the hotel room we’re sharing for the next couple of nights. She grabs the bottle of nail polish I have stuffed between the cushions before it falls over. Grabbing the brush from my hand, she dips it inside the bottle and proceeds to finish my toenails for me. “And why haven’t you told me about him yourself?”

  I rest my chin on my bent knee. “He was just a guy. It wasn’t a big deal.”

  Her eyes lift to mine, brow arching. “Not a big deal? When was the last time you got hot between the sheets?”

  “Terry,” I answer honestly, sticking my toes in the UV nail dryer and scooting my other foot over for her to paint. “But it’s not for lack of trying.”

  “So, how was it?”

  “Yes, do tell,” Nikki adds, plopping down on the bed and tearing open a bag of chips. “Please tell me your weekend was better than mine. My redhead was a major dud in the sack.”

  Taylor was most definitely not a dud. He rocked my world, turned it upside down, inside out, and wrung me dry. I’ve had good sex before, but holy hell, I never knew it could be that good.

  My grin starts out small, but grows wider and wider as I look from Nikki to Juliet. Just thinking about how good Taylor was with his hands, tongue, and cock sends chills through me.

  “He wasn’t just good, he was fucking phenomenal. It had to have been the best sex in the history of sex. No joke.”

  “That good? Really?”

  I glance at Juliet. “Be jealous, because there’s no way James is that good.” I snicker.

  She scoffs. “I beg to differ. The shit James can do with his hands….” She sighs and rolls her eyes heavenward, letting out a moan. “Mmm… hmm… that man has some talent.”

  “I know how we can see who’s better.” We both swing our heads to Nikki, who’s grinning naughtily. “I think I should give them both a test run.”