Ain't Happenin' (The Ballsy Boy Series Book 2)

by Shandi Boyes

  “Coglione?”

  He places his hand on the small of my back to guide me into the foyer of the motel. “It means asshole or prick. Pretty much anything you want it to mean as long as you’re calling them a name.”

  “So kinda like Willow calling someone a wanker?”

  “Yes, exactly like that.” Lorenzo hands the man on the front desk enough hundred dollar bills he doesn’t need to hand over ID before collecting two keys and ushering me back out of the foyer. “While we’re here, I’d like to discuss adding some terms to our agreement.”

  “I’m okay with hairpulling and choking as long as you don’t make me pass out, and could be swayed toward anal if you know what you’re doing, but anything that involves body fluid that isn’t cum is not up for discussion.”

  Lorenzo freezes halfway down the bank of rooms on our right. After swallowing numerous times in a row, his eyes settle on mine. He doesn’t speak. He appears too shocked to form words.

  I take up the skills he’s lacking. It’s the least I can do after he awarded me three orgasms. “Was that not what you meant?”

  After a few more moments of heart-whacking silence, he murmurs, “That wasn’t exactly what I was referencing. However, I’m willing to discuss adding your terms into our contract.”

  I slant my head to the side to hide my smile. I was playing, but the eagerness in his voice has me wishing I wasn’t.

  After guiding me into the last two rooms on offer, Jonah sets up a command-like station in the room attached to ours while Danny checks the beds for bugs.

  Mercifully, even with our rooms being cramped and outdated, Danny advises we don’t have any additional guests.

  “Do you want to shower before you sleep, amore mio?”

  I shake my head before climbing onto the bed we’re standing next to. Only hours ago, my eyelids were so heavy, I anticipated falling asleep the instant my head hit the pillow. Now, I’m so buzzed with energy from my power nap, I’m back to being convinced I won’t need Ritalin for the finals.

  Lorenzo looks panicked when I ask, “What items do you want to add to our agreement?”

  I have no intention of taking his money, but our date tonight has me more than interested in a no-strings-attached four-month romp-a-thon. I was already halfway over the fence before we fucked, so you can imagine how wicked my thoughts are now.

  When Lorenzo strays his dark eyes to Danny, I murmur, “He’ll either find out now or later. It’s how we operate.”

  Danny winks, feeling smug. I don’t know why. My vagina broke his head, so treating him as anything less than my very best friend in the world won’t happen. I also really like him when he’s not saying my vagina growled at him.

  “Okay.” I realize Lorenzo and Jonah don’t have the same level of friendship when Lorenzo clicks at Jonah two times. If my friends commanded me to their side as if I were a dog, we wouldn’t be friends for long.

  Once Jonah hands him a document, Lorenzo returns his focus to mine. I’m pleased to say the arrogance in his eyes fades when his eyes are on me, although his naturally engrained dominance remains the same. “I signed a record-breaking deal to play on this side of the continent with the hope it would expand the love of the sport to all regions of the globe.”

  “And backyard brawling won’t do that?”

  His smirk—my God. I think I just orgasmed again. “Quite the opposite, actually. Football…” When I arch a brow at him condescendingly, he murmurs, “… soccer has forever had a reputation for being a non-contact sport. Showing I can hold my own won’t hurt my contract. This, however, will.”

  When he gives me the document Jonah handed him, my pulse spikes. The windows of Lorenzo’s Maserati are foggy, but no amount of coverage could hide the scandalous activity we were undertaking.

  “At least our faces are hidden.”

  My eyes snap up to Lorenzo when he says, “In those images. They aren’t in the ones taken during our arrest, and my mugshot is already circulating media broadcasts.”

  “Okay…” I take a second to breathe out my confusion before directly attempting to mollify it. “I still don’t get what this has to do with our agreement. It sucks you were busted doing the deed, but people have sex every day. It’s not a big deal.”

  “For everyday people, but I’m not an everyday person. I’m a celebrity.”

  I give him a leering look that says way more than my words ever could, but just in case he isn’t getting the message, I add words into the mix. “You play soccer, Shortie J. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

  Jonah’s snicker reddens Lorenzo’s face more than my scorn. “Now I understand your unyielding devotion. She’s got spunk.”

  Jonah returns his eyes to his laptop when Lorenzo grumbles something to him in Italian. Since I barely understand a syllable he growls, I won’t attempt to recite it.

  With Jonah pretending to scrutinize his laptop and Danny hovering at the side looking awkwardly out of place, Lorenzo devotes all his attention to me. “There’s a simple way we can clean up this mess.” I glance up at him, encouraging him to continue, which he does two long heart-thrashing seconds later. “When two people are caught in a compromising position like we were, the stories circulated by the press only present in two ways. Money was either exchanged for the activity or a couple was being adventurous. I want us to be the latter.”

  “In other words, he wants you to pretend you’re his girlfriend like you wanted me to be your boyfriend at Willow’s dance recital.”

  My eyes rocket to Danny. “You had no trouble deciphering Lorenzo’s analogy, but it took you almost an hour to understand mine. Why?”

  His smile subdues my mocked annoyance. “Seeing my first vagina changed me. I’ve grown and matured since then.”

  “Do you want to see it again?” Danny’s pupils swamp his corneas before he shakes his head. “Then get on my side of the fence.”

  I meant emotionally, but Danny is as daft as he is cute. After plopping himself on the mattress next to me, he raises his eyes to Lorenzo. “Please continue with your negotiations.”

  Lorenzo doesn’t appear pleased by Danny’s inclusion in our conversation, but he keeps his annoyance on the downlow. “Danny is right, I want us to present as a couple.”

  “But that wasn’t part of our deal. We said no feelings. I don’t know about you, but I’m reasonably sure most couples exert some type of feelings during the courtship phase of their relationship.”

  “That’s true. However, we didn’t evaluate what would happen if our… escapades were circulated across the globe.” The way he stumbles over ‘escapades’ is cute. “I’m willing to increase my offer and have additional security brought in to ensure you’re safe—”

  I slice my hand through the air, cutting him off. “Hold on, what?”

  Danny chokes on his spit when Lorenzo says, “For the inconvenience, I’ll bump up the one hundred-thousand-dollar payment I offered to half a million—”

  “That wasn’t the part I was referencing, although we’ll come back and discuss that in a minute.” I take a deep breath to settle the shocked sparks shooting down my spine before continuing, “I was talking about the security detail. Why would I need protection?”

  Lorenzo runs his hand over his scrumptiously thick locks before halfheartedly shrugging. “Football fans are—”

  “Crazy to think what you play is a sport? Yep, I get that.”

  His glare heats me up all over, and it eases the tension hanging thickly in the air. I finally feel like I can breathe again, although it’s not quite a lung-filling gulp.

  “I was joking, please continue.” I wasn’t, but since I didn’t have to fake an orgasm, I’ve got an arsenal of ‘pretend’ grenades left to disperse tonight.

  “The fans of my league are very invested in their teams. They don’t cry into a glass of spoiled milk when they lose. They go on riots.”

  “Then, don’t lose. Issue resolved.”

  I need to slow down. If I keep dropping wit
ty bombs as I am, I’ll be out of weaponry before I’ve regained half the smarts I lost when I came like I’ve never come before.

  Lorenzo sighs. “Amore mio, you need to take this seriously.”

  “I am. I just need a bit of leeway. It’s not every day you’re expected to participate in an intelligent conversation at five in the morning after three orgasms.”

  “Three?” Danny peers at me with an ‘O’ mouth. When I nod, his eyes dart between Lorenzo and Jonah. “Does anyone know if that’s possible for us, or do you need girlie bits for that?”

  Jonah shrugs while Lorenzo murmurs, “It’s possible for men, too. Would you like me to show you, amore mio?”

  “Is he talking to you or me?” Danny whispers in my ear when Lorenzo steps closer to the bed we’re camped on, his chest rising and falling in rhythm to mine. “Please say me. Please say me.”

  I’m tempted to pull out a yellow card and penalize Lorenzo when he says, “Because if you agree to my terms, I’ll show you how three is the low-end of the scale.” He’s playing dirty, and he knows it—even more so when he licks the lips I was dreaming about a mere second before Danny shook me awake. “We could start now. I just need one little matter taken care of first.” Danny whines like a baby when Lorenzo brings his face within an inch of mine and breathes, “Sign our contract.”

  Having way too much fun to end on our game of cat and mouse just yet, I shake my head.

  “Sweet baby Jesus, he’s bringing out the big guns,” Danny murmurs when Lorenzo wedges his knee between my legs before towering over me, which is shocking considering his height.

  “What will it take for you to agree to my terms, amore mio?”

  I glance at Danny, praying he’ll help a girl out. “What are you looking at me for? I would have signed anything he asked an hour ago.”

  I swear he quivers like a nun seeing her first penis when Lorenzo uses my slanted head to his advantage. He sucks my earlobe into his mouth before giving it a gentle tug.

  “Hell, I’ll sign right now if you want? We’ll tell the media I had a haircut. I’m sure they’ll buy it. I’m an outstanding actor.”

  Lorenzo’s lips lift against my neck before he demands Danny and Jonah to leave our room. Jonah is out the door quicker than a blowfly discovering a mutilated carcass, but Danny isn’t as eager to leave. I can’t say I blame him. I’m undetermined on whether I am coming or going, and I’m not the one who has a panic attack any time I see a vagina.

  After being issued a second demand to vacate, snappier this time, Danny slithers off the bed with a whine before stomping across the room. When the interconnecting door separating our room from the one next to us closes, I’m anticipating for Lorenzo’s mouth to make its way to mine, so you can imagine my shock when he scoots back.

  “Where are you going?”

  The neediness in my voice causes his lips to quirk. “Nowhere, amore mio. I’m merely getting comfortable.”

  He undoes the cufflinks I didn’t realize he was wearing until now before he tackles the pearl buttons on his dress shirt. I watch in revered silence, stunned into stupidity. Although we’ve fucked, I only saw his naked torso from a distance weeks ago, it wasn’t this mouthwateringly close.

  His body isn’t as built as Elvis’s, but there’s no denying his six-pack and impressive pecks. His shoulders are brawny, and his ‘V’ muscle is begging me to trace my tongue along each ridge to make sure they’re asymmetrical. I’d hate for there to be any inaccuracy in the measurements I’m bombarding my head with.

  Unlike my pasty-white skin, Lorenzo’s coloring appears natural. If you exclude the tan lines of his jersey, a beautiful olive complexion highlights the curves of his magnificent frame. His body is to die for, and I’m on the cusp of signing any damn thing he wants if I get to sample what he’s offering for the second time.

  Once his shoes are toed off and his shirt and jacket removed, he undoes his belt and slides down the zipper in his trousers. When it stops halfway down, I lift and lock my eyes with Lorenzo’s, wordlessly demanding for him to continue.

  I realize his game plan when I spot the conceited smirk etched on his mouth. “You don’t play fair,” I murmur on a huff, frustrated he’s calling time just as the game heats up.

  “I’ll play any game you want to play, amore mio, once you sign our contract.”

  His attitude takes a step back when I fold my arms under my chest, hoisting my bosoms higher in my dress. “Or we could play now, discuss tactics later.”

  Confident he has the goods to record a second win for the night, Lorenzo smiles before giving his pants a little tug. He lowers them enough the cropped hairs splayed across his pelvic region peek out of his trunks. And we’re going to act as if there isn’t the slightest glimpse of his magnificent cock, or I’m about to bow out of this fight as a loser. Or possibly a winner if Lorenzo’s guarantee stacks up.

  After licking his deliciously plump lips, Lorenzo murmurs, “Your turn.”

  Instead of bowing out of the fight as my head is demanding for me to do, I give Sharon Stone’s infamous leg-crossing routine a try. Let me tell you, I’ve never been prouder of my ability to think on the spot. Not only does Lorenzo breathe out a word I assume is an Italian curse word when he realizes I’m not wearing any panties, but he also drops his trousers to his ankles, pries open my crossed legs, then braces his knee between them.

  “You play dirty, amore mio.”

  I lose the chance to reply when his lips seal over mine.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Lorenzo

  “You can’t force me to spend time with you, Shortie J,” Skylar murmurs over my kiss-swollen mouth, her words husky and full of need.

  I wedge my knee between her legs, giving her wet heat something to grind against before pressing my lips to the shell of her ear. “I’m not forcing you to do anything, amore mio. I’m merely convincing you to.”

  I kiss her ear, the hollow in her throat, her chin, then her lips, building the pressure slowly before letting it simmer. “You want this as much as I do. You’re just being stubborn.”

  Blood rushes to the head of my cock when she slips her hand into my trunks, evening the score. “Stubbornness is only a flaw when you’re wrong. When you’re right, it’s a virtue.” She glides her thumb over the crest of my cock, then twirls my pre-cum around the rim as I wish her tongue would do. “The thing is, I’m not sure who’s right and wrong in this situation. The deviant devil on my shoulder or the angelic one in my head.”

  “Which one is siding with me?” I stare into her eyes while gliding my hand up her silky-smooth thigh. The heat between her legs intensifies with every millimeter I gain. “If you listen hard enough, I bet they’re both on my side.” She breathes out a throaty moan when I brush two fingers down the damp slit still swollen from our earlier exchange. “Are you sore?”

  She shakes her head, but her eyes tell me a different story.

  “Lie back. Let me take care of you.”

  The desire to bang my chest like a caveman bombards me when her back braces the mattress with only the tiniest groan. Once her head is resting on the pillow and her heels are dumped on the floor, I raise the hem of her dress so I can marvel at her beautiful, wet pussy without anything in the way.

  Her clit is throbbing with need as hard and impatient as my cock, but there’s no doubt my impatience to have her heat circling my cock hurt her. She’s so swollen, I doubt I’ll get more than the tip in this time around.

  “How long is the morning-after pill effective?”

  Skylar peers at me, blinking and confused. “I don’t know. Why?”

  “Because I’m undetermined on whether I should plead for your pussy’s forgiveness by showering it with tender kisses or use the oil Willow gifted you to fuck your ass instead.”

  “Jesus Christ…” She sinks into the mattress further, her knees pulling together. “Will it be like this the entire length of our contract?”

  “Insatiable?” I question at the same time
she says, “Filthy?”

  I peer at her over her erratically panting chest to growl, “Yes… to both.”

  Her needy moan will highlight my dreams for the rest of my life.

  After hitting her with a flirty wink that lifts her lips, I slide down the zipper in her dress. I move quicker when she watches me with hungry, wanton eyes. Once her dress is discarded on the floor next to her shoes, I step out of my pants huddled around my ankles.

  “Look at me.”

  With my cock’s head an inch from her pussy and Skylar’s eyes on me, I give my cock a long, determined stroke. The tip glistens with pre-cum when she shudders at the sight of me stroking myself.

  “Do you like that, amore mio? Do you like watching me stroke my cock?”

  Her confirmation is as soft as a lyrical ballad. “Uh-huh.”

  “Would you like me to come? To feel my seed dripping out of your tight little pussy for the second time tonight?”

  As her teeth catch her bottom lip, she nods. “I think we should do both.”

  “Both?” I query, my strokes quickening in excitement.

  I’m hoping she means both the signing our agreement and our fucking, but I’m not disappointed when she murmurs, “You should kiss my pussy until it forgives you before fucking me in the ass.”

  I tighten my grip, my dick throbbing in my palm. “Your mouth is filthy, amore mio. Perhaps I should wash it out with my cock.”

  My next two pumps have the head of my cock parting the folds of her sexy pussy. I arch over her more, sinking in further with each piston of my hips. A primal need to claim her rises inside of me in an instant. I want her even more than I want our contract.

  “Or perhaps I should empty myself inside you again before using my cum to mark every inch of you. Then I won’t need a signed contract. Any man stupid enough to get close enough to smell you will smell me as well.”

  I realize she likes things kinky when her pussy dampens at the thought of being claimed. The knowledge has me switching tactics.

  Our agreement is no longer on my mind.