Game for Trouble

by Karen Erickson

  “I need a condom.” He started to get up. “Got one in my jeans.” Had an entire box in his car, but he didn’t need to mention that at the moment.

  “Wait.” She gripped his arms, stopping him from leaving her. “I have some in my bedside table.” She traced the tattoo on his arm with her index finger, her gentle touch making him shiver.

  Grinning, he bent to give her a wet, tongue-thrusting kiss. “Perfect.” He reached over and opened the drawer, searching around until he found a foil packet, then waved it in front of her. “Put it on me.”

  She arched a brow. “Seriously?”

  “Yeah. I wanna feel those hands of yours touch me.” Nick pulled away from her and got on his knees, watched as she moved deftly into position and crouched before him. Her breasts bounced with the movement, pretty pink nipples just begging to be pinched and sucked, and he reached out, caressed them with the tips of his fingers. She quivered when he circled her nipples with his index fingers.

  “I thought I was supposed to be the one who touched you,” she said shakily.

  “Sorry.” He snatched his hands away from her too tempting breasts. “I couldn’t help myself.”

  Smirking, she set the foil package on the bed beside her, her gaze dropping to his insistent cock. Damn, he wanted inside her bad, but he needed to wait. Had to.

  Though hell, if he had to wait another minute, he might explode.

  She touched him, her fingers feather light as they grazed his cock, nearly making his eyes cross. He tilted his head back on a groan when she gripped him, stroked him from root to tip in one long, sweeping motion. Her thumb slid over his tip, circling him. Teasing him.

  Nick glanced down, watched her slender hand stroke him straight into oblivion. And then she was bending over him, her hair falling all around his lap as she licked the very tip of his erection, a wet and warm tease that had him hissing in a breath just before she completely enveloped him in that hot, tight mouth of hers.

  “Holy fuck,” he moaned, thrusting his fingers in her thick hair so he could push it out of the way. He wanted to watch, he wanted to see this beautiful, crazy woman of his swallow him up.

  She murmured something, the vibrations rippling along his length, and he knew he was this close to completely losing it. He absolutely did not want to come like this. Deep in her mouth, practically bumping the back of her throat. No way, no how was he shooting his load after only a few minutes enjoying the best blowjob of his life. He hadn’t been with Willow for years. He wanted this moment to be special.

  “Will.” He tugged on her hair, making her glance at him. “Not like this, sugar. I want to be inside you. I fuckin’ need to be inside you.”

  Slowly she pulled away, her lips still damp. She licked them, the sight of her pink tongue making him groan, and he pulled her to him, meshing his mouth with hers. How easily she opened for him, the kiss going deep and hot and wet in an instant until he had to pull away, push her away so he wouldn’t do something crazy—like slip inside her body without any sort of protection.

  “Put it on me,” he demanded again, his voice hoarse. “Get the goddamn condom on me.”

  Without hesitation she slipped it on, stroking him with the movement, her gaze meeting his. When she finished, she was coming at him, climbing on top of his lap and slipping her legs around his hips. Her drenched center brushed against him, making him shudder as she ground into him. “I want to be with you like this. Remember when we used to do it this way all the time?”

  Lord above, did he ever. He would grip her slender hips and hammer inside of her as she sat astride him, her little body bouncing on his dick, driving the both of them out of their minds.

  He hadn’t had sex with another woman in this position since. It felt like it belonged to Willow somehow.

  And look at her, treating it with the same sort of reverence as he had. Like the position was too intimate to share with anyone else.

  “Ride me,” he whispered, gripping her hips and lifting her up. She slid down slowly, too damn slowly for his tastes, and he pushed her until her ass met his thighs and the both of them were groaning. “Yeah, just like that.”

  She rocked against him, her hands in his hair, her breasts in his face. He kissed her, licked her nipples, nibbled on them, sucked them deep. Just like her body sucked him deep. They were wound all around each other, their labored breaths in tandem as well as their bodies.

  He opened his eyes, watching her, overcome with the sensuous way she moved, her skin damp with sweat, her lips swollen from his kisses. He curved his hand around her nape and brought her down to his mouth, kissing her, devouring her, needing her to know how badly he craved her. Needed her.

  “I…” Her voice drifted when he thrust particularly deep. “I’m going to come, Nick. Oh, God.”

  He thrust again. And again. Deep. Deeper, captivated by the rapturous expression on her face. He could literally see her reach for it, straining toward her climax. Her head tilted back, her eyes not quite closed, her lips parted.

  His name fell from her lips in a rhythmic chant, and that sent him spiraling toward his own orgasm. Increasing his pace, he whispered her name, and she met his gaze, never taking her eyes away from him as she fell under. Her body trembled, her inner walls clenching around him tightly, pulling his orgasm from him until he was lost. Completely and totally lost.

  This woman blew his damn mind. He never wanted to be found again.

  Unless it was with Willow.

  …

  She couldn’t stop shaking.

  Willow lay in Nick’s arms, snuggled against his chest. His skin was smooth, hot and unyielding beneath her cheek, and she burrowed closer, his deliciously familiar scent filling her head, soothing her.

  Freaking her out.

  What they’d just shared had felt…monumental. Being in his arms again, having him inside her body, moving with her as if they’d never been apart… Like they’d always been together, all these years later.

  It was too much. Not enough. She wanted more. She wanted to run away.

  God, could she be more confused?

  “I’m staying the night,” he murmured, his deep voice rumbling from his chest, vibrating against her cheek. “No way can I get my ass out of bed and drive myself home.”

  “No, I suppose you can’t drive all the way to San Jose this late,” she said, sort of put out that he stated he was going to stay versus asked to.

  Then again, she also found it incredibly bossy and arousing.

  She was sick. Sick in the head. All twisted up over a man who was forcing her to go on dates with him so she could get what she wanted—so that the both of them could get what they wanted. She wanted her business and he supposedly wanted…her.

  And then he’d leave her in the dust just like the last time they were together. Was she a glutton for punishment or what? Did she purposely seek out trouble?

  That’s exactly what Nick Hamilton was. Trouble. He was playing a game with her body, mind, and heart and she would pay the price sooner rather than later.

  There was no doubt in her mind.

  “You’re awfully quiet.” He squeezed his arm around her shoulders, drew his fingers down her bare arm. She shivered beneath his light touch. “Tired?”

  Nodding, she closed her eyes, her lips brushing against his skin. She didn’t mean to kiss him but next thing she knew, she was pressing tiny little kisses all over his chest, licking the colorful tattoo on his pec, tracing his number as her leg curved around his thigh, as she rubbed herself against him.

  “Will, I hate to tell you this, but you’re acting like a woman who isn’t tired at all.” The lazy amusement in his voice sent a thrill shooting through her.

  What the hell was wrong with her? Not even ten minutes ago he’d given her the orgasm of her life. Now she was humping his leg and acting like she wanted to get it on again.

  Which she did. Desperately.

  “I am. Trust me, I’m exhausted.” She rode his leg, shameless with her move
ments. His thigh was huge, covered in light hair, and solid as a rock. The friction that sparked between her legs with every rub was already pushing her close to the edge.

  “Are you going to make yourself come on my leg?” He sounded incredulous.

  “Maybe.” She bit her lip and closed her eyes, bending her head so he couldn’t see her. He just felt so damn good, and she was still so amped up. She needed the relief. Badly.

  “Well, if you’re gonna do it like this, at least let’s make it a little more enjoyable.” He clasped her face between his hands and tilted her head back, his mouth moving over hers. She sighed against his lips, opening for his tongue, twining hers lazily with his. She rode his leg faster, their kiss becoming more urgent, his fingers twisting in her hair.

  “Oh, God.” She murmured the words against his swollen lips, and he shook his head, pushing her off him so he could make a dive for the bedside table. He practically tore the drawer out of its slot in his haste to grab another condom, and she lay back against the pillows, breathless with anticipation, enraptured with watching him move that finely muscled body of his.

  “No way am I going to let you come like that, rubbing against me like a cat in heat.” He slipped the condom on his erection, his expression tight, mouth grim. “I think you’re trying to drive me crazy.”

  More like the other way around. All he had to do was lay there and she became aroused. Like she had some sort of sickness and Nick Hamilton was her only cure.

  “I was so close,” she said, her voice small.

  “And you will be again in a matter of minutes. That I can promise you.” He grabbed her by the waist and drew her beneath him, his cock poised at her entry. “Sore?”

  She shook her head, but it was a complete lie. He’d taken her hard earlier, and she was a little tender between her legs. But she didn’t care. She wanted him.

  He slid inside her body, groaning at first contact. She stared at him in wonder, loving the agonized expression on his face, his eyes screwed tightly shut, his jaw clenched. Ramming so hard inside her he pushed her up the mattress with his every thrust. Further and further until her head became almost submersed beneath the pillows. God, he felt so good inside her, despite her earlier soreness.

  Laughing, she batted them away, making him still above her as he cracked open his eyes. “Being inside you, I forget myself.”

  Her heart split open at his words. She parted her lips, ready to toss out some glib retort, but he cut her off.

  “Being with you, Will, it feels like…being home.” He leaned in, brushed her lips with his, the kiss tender. Full of too much unnamed emotion that threatened to make her cry.

  Damn it, she refused to cry. Not with Nick. This was nothing between them. They were just old lovers who gave in to each other. Old friends who were pretending to go on dates.

  Correction. She was being blackmailed to go on dates with him. Why, she still wasn’t quite sure. He gave her some song and dance about wanting to be with her, but she didn’t believe him. He was just laying on the Nick charm nice and thick to get her naked and into bed.

  Second date in and he made it happen. He was more talented than even he probably realized.

  “Damn, you feel so good.” He clasped her hands with his and brought them above her head, entwining their fingers tightly. It was yet another connection, another way for her to feel how much he wanted her. She bowed her body beneath his, sending him deeper, making him groan as he rocked within her faster, his movements less controlled. “You with me? You gonna come with me, Will?”

  “Yes.” She so was. Never had she been a big believer in simultaneous orgasm but looking at them, their bodies wracked with shudders, the both of them crying out as their climaxes took them over completely. A little cry escaped her, and she tightened her fingers around his, needing him to know how amazing that felt.

  Needing him to know how much this night meant to her, despite her secretly believing it was a mistake.

  Because it was. It so was.

  Chapter Ten

  “You really want our date to be here?” Willow wrinkled her nose as Nick pulled his car into the parking lot of Monterey’s Fisherman’s Wharf. Another night out with Nick and she kind of felt sad that they were getting closer to his part of the deal being finished. She enjoyed her dates with Nick.

  Not that she’d ever really admit it. He’d take that information and run with it. Rub it in her face. Taunt her. He loved nothing more but giving her a bunch of grief.

  She thoroughly enjoyed returning the favor.

  “What’s wrong with it? I love this place. I don’t get over here very much, either.” Nick pulled into a parking spot and cut the engine.

  “It’s super cold tonight,” she protested. It really wasn’t. An unusual heat wave had swept through the entire bay over the last two days, increasing the December temperatures and keeping the sun high and warm in the sky.

  “If you get too cold, I’ll buy you a cheesy tourist sweatshirt,” Nick offered, that easygoing smile seemingly plastered on his face. She was growing quite used to seeing it, not that she’d ever admit that little tidbit to anyone. Especially Nick. “Come on, Will. Loosen up and have some fun. You’ve been working hard, and you need a break. Hell, we both need a break. I know this sort of thing isn’t your scene, but I bet you could enjoy this date tonight if you just let yourself.”

  “It’s full of tourists.” She watched him, the single light that burned within the car’s interior casting him in a shadowy glow, looking incredibly handsome as usual. The man was too gorgeous for words, dressed in his plain navy blue sweatshirt and jeans, looking for all the world like a regular guy, not the amazingly talented football player he really was.

  “So?” He shrugged, always so casual, so easygoing. He made her feel extra tense and bitchy when he was like this.

  God, she both adored him and wanted to smack him for being so…disgustingly perfect. “Why aren’t you wearing your Hawks sweatshirt?” she asked.

  He glanced down at his chest. “People will be less inclined to recognize me. The place is full of tourists, remember?”

  She thought he was all for being recognized. It drove her crazy, his legion of fans coming at him all the time, yet he seemed to love it. “Don’t you think they’ll recognize you regardless?” She knew she would. “It’s a Thursday night and for whatever reason, the place is packed. Look at this lot.”

  Cars surrounded them. Maybe there was some sort of event going on, she wasn’t sure, but he was right. The Wharf seemed at full capacity, which meant the crowds would be massive.

  “If I don’t make a big deal about it, no one else will either. And no one will recognize my ass. I’m not that important,” Nick said.

  “Don’t downplay yourself,” she protested, surprised that he would say such a thing. He was totally important. An integral part of the Hawks team.

  She frowned. Since when did she rush to defend Nick? He had a point. She shouldn’t want anyone to recognize them. What if her father found out they were seeing each other? She really shouldn’t care, but he’d hated Nick all those years ago and wouldn’t be a fan now, either. Her dad always expected more from her. And she hated to think it, but she knew Nick wasn’t the sort of more her father was talking about.

  “Aw, are you defending me, darlin’? That is the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.” He leaned over the center console and kissed her, his lips warm and insistent, his tongue darting out for a lick. She opened for him immediately, heard him growl low in his throat, and then he was pushing her away, shaking his head. “I’m not gonna get all caught up in those tasty lips of yours yet again, no matter how hard you try to lure me in. Let’s go.”

  Dazed, she watched him climb out of the car and round the front, coming to open her door. She stepped out, secretly thrilled with his gentlemanly manners, with the possessive way he pressed his hand to the small of her back as he guided her through the parking lot toward the Wharf.

  “Maybe this isn’t such a
good idea.” Panic rose within her and she fought it down. God, she sounded like a such a bitch, but she preferred staying home with Nick.

  Less chance of them being caught together.

  “You used to be up for anything, Will. What the hell happened to you? You get old and stuck in your ways?” he asked incredulously.

  She sniffed. “I’ll remind you that you’re older than me.”

  “Yeah, well who’s acting like the senior citizen now, huh?” He grinned when she sent him a deathly glare. The bastard.

  Without another word she let him lead, her brain churning over what she should say next, wishing she could just drop it. At least for a little while. The scent of the sea hung heavily in the air, the cry of the seagulls overhead both irritating and familiar. They circled above, looking for any scrap of food they could find—and there was surely plenty, what with all the tiny restaurants that lined the Wharf.

  As they drew closer, the mouthwatering scents from all of those restaurants assailed her, making her stomach growl and her head light. She hadn’t eaten lunch today, which was a huge mistake, but she’d been so busy…

  “You’ve stiffened up. Everything okay?” Nick asked as he leaned in close to her ear.

  She both loved and hated how easily he read her. “I’m hungry.”

  “Smells good, huh? I want clam chowder in a bread bowl.”

  “Oh, that sounds delicious.” She hadn’t had that in years. It was a calorie bomb ready to detonate on her butt. “But I can’t. I don’t eat that type of stuff anymore.” She skipped meals all the time lately—too busy working.

  “Why the hell not?” He exerted gentle pressure on her back, guiding her through the growing crowd as they walked down the sidewalk toward the beckoning Fisherman’s Wharf. “You need to take better care of yourself, woman. That means three square meals a day.”

  How did he know? It was like he kept tabs on her when she wasn’t even aware of it.

  “God, you’re bossy,” she said with a little groan, secretly pleased he was watching out for her.