Perfect Spiral (A Playing Dirty Sports Romance Book 2)

by Lane Hart

  “You missed the garter and flower toss thingy,” he says. “Oh, and everyone pelting Claire and Linc with bird seed.”

  “That’s too bad,” I say since I’m not sure how else to respond to his statement, one that only serves to remind me that Linc is at the moment spending his first night with his new wife. My depressing thoughts are interrupted at the unexpected sight of blue satin wrapped around the thick upper arm of Senn’s untucked white dress shirt. “You caught the garter?” I ask the man who I seriously doubt will ever settle down with just one woman.

  “Yeah, what a waste,” Senn replies with a chuckle before he staggers to the foot of the bed. That’s when it becomes clear to me that he’s been drinking. A lot. “You want it?” he asks. “‘Cause I sure as fuck don’t.”

  In one swift tug, Senn jerks the bedsheet from my grasp, exposing my naked body to the cool air and his lecherous eyes before he climbs up on the mattress. Yanking the garter down his arm, he slips it over my right foot and slides it up my leg as far as it will go. When he lowers his head and kisses my inner thigh, I start to melt into the sheets, right before I belatedly remember I’m pissed at him.

  “Did Hailey turn you down?” I ask.

  Senn’s lips freeze against my skin, and then he looks up at me with hazy, unfocused eyes. “What?” he asks.

  “You went after Hailey, right? But you’re back here alone, so…” Doesn’t take a genius.

  His head bows over my thighs, hanging in a sure sign of defeat. “She left hours ago. Mace is taking her to the airport,” he says.

  “Uh-huh.” I can’t hold in my giggle. “That’s not the only place Mace has taken her.”

  “What does that mean?” Senn bristles, sitting back on his knees with his hands on his hips. His forehead furrows like it does whenever he’s confused, which is fairly often. The facial expression shouldn’t be cute, but it is, because when he scrunches up his forehead, he goes from being a big, bad, macho cage fighter to looking just like one of those sad, wrinkly Shar Pei puppies.

  I can’t hold back my laughter at the dog comparison or at the fact that he’s so oblivious. At least I know when men want someone besides me. “Oh, I’m betting Mace’s taken Hailey to Funky Town, all the way downtown, to his bed. You name it, and he has probably taken Hailey there.”

  “What?” he asks. “Mace and…and Hailey? No fuckin’ way,” he says, shaking his head continuously like an argumentative toddler.

  “Yes way. They could’ve said some vows today based on the way they were looking at each other during the ceremony. And then, during the reception, they both came up from the basement with clothes and hair all disheveled with sex flushes. They’re head over heels, or more specifically heels over her head, if you know what I mean.”

  “No,” Senn says louder. “Hailey isn’t…Mace wouldn’t. He’s my-”

  “Friend?” I finish for him. “Right, because guys never fuck their friend’s girl.”

  “Sonofabitch!” he exclaims, shoving all his fingers through his hair. “They’ve been fucking all week!”

  “Congratulations, Sherlock. You’ve cracked the case,” I tell him with a laugh because I refuse to cry in front of him again today, knowing he wants another woman. Once again, Karma is a bitch because God knows I want someone else, too.

  But then I watch as Senn’s face and posture fall, and I feel sort of bad. He looks like a child being told the Easter Bunny doesn’t really shit chocolate and peanut butter filled eggs.

  “Welcome to the rejected losers’ club,” I say, causing Senn to raise his sad amber eyes back to mine. Odds are our daughter is gonna be full of shit and have brown eyes, too. God I just hope she’s healthy and that I actually get to see her alive and well. “Membership to this exclusive losers’ club includes lots of worthless clichés like there are plenty of other fish in the sea, and we have a top secret handshake.” I waive both of my middle fingers in the air like I just don’t care. I wish I didn’t care.

  “She didn’t reject me,” Senn says softly with narrowed eyes. “She said she just wanted to wait and see-”

  “More of Mace’s cock?” I finish for him, making his jaw tick at the unfortunate reminder. Okay. So maybe I’m being harsh, but he fucked me and then ran off after someone else he wanted seconds later. I’ve earned my rights to this bitchiness.

  “I’ve had about enough of your fucking mouth tonight,” he tells me.

  “I concur,” I reply with a sigh. “I need to get dressed and start the five-hour drive back to Cary.” Maybe I should just get a hotel room tonight if I can find one with vacancy during the peak vacation season this late at night. FML.

  “You’re not leaving this late,” Senn says in a huff. That’s when I realize he’s started unbuttoning his dress shirt. Once he’s finished, he shrugs out of it and pulls his white cotton tee over his head. Oh, wow. I wish his ridiculously sexy chest and abs were attached to a different head. Still sitting back on his knees, he starts undoing his pants, looking at me with wicked intent, making me grow even wetter.

  “What?” I ask him. “You think I’m gonna let you fuck me again after you went chasing another girl before you even finished jizzing inside me? In your drunken dreams, you cocky queef cookie.”

  Senn blinks at me a few times before he starts howling with laughter, so hard that he falls over onto the mattress. I actually bounce a few times from the force of his two hundred plus pound frame flopping around next to me. “Cocky…cocky queef…cookie,” he repeats between wails. He is so fucking drunk that he probably has whisky dick anyway. Time for me to go.

  I throw my legs over the side of the bed; but before I can stand, there’s a tug on my braid that holds me in place. “No, you don’t,” he says.

  I glance over my shoulder, and Senn’s stretched out half-naked on his side. Holy shit. I’m not entirely sure that I didn’t get pregnant from just looking at him. His muscular upper body with chiseled pecs and abs, large boulders for biceps and dark, hooded eyes are a lethal combination. And the worst part is, he knows it. That’s how he’s managed to fuck every single woman within a hundred-mile radius of Havoc.

  “Um, I know your brain is tiny since it’s crammed into the head of your cock, but did you forget the part where I just said you’re shit out of luck?” I ask.

  He flashes me a sexy, arrogant smirk before giving me his slurred response. “You didn’t say no, and you hit me with one helluva insult. That means you want my cock.”

  “What twisted, ass backward logic are you spewing?” I ask him, trying my best not to eye-fuck him.

  “Ass backward Abby logic,” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist and gently hauling me across the bed until my back is against his smooth, warm chest. Gripping my hair in his other fist, he tilts my head to the side until his mouth can cover mine.

  I hate myself for kissing him back, but that’s what I do. Blaming pregnancy hormones for making me so needy, I roll over to face him.

  “Suck my dick, so I can fuck you,” he says against my lips. Jeez, he’s so romantic. That lovely phrase should be added to conversation hearts, so others can feel the love.

  Knowing a blowjob is probably all that can combat the amount of alcohol in his bloodstream, I slide down his body to do as he asks. He pushes on the back of my head, giving me an impatient assist like he thinks I don’t know where his cock is. Finding the appendage in the same place as usual, I wrap my fist around him and speak into it like a microphone because he’s acting like such a dickhead.

  “You’re so much bigger than Linc,” I tell Senn, and he grumbles his agreement. “Except for your cock. His is a lot bigger.”

  Well, that sure as shit makes him let go of the hold he had on my head. It’s a low blow, I know, but the cocky asshole deserves it. I’ll never admit that sex with Linc was often painful because he was too big for me. I wish Claire lots of luck with that. No, actually I don’t. That’s a complete lie, but I’m working on it.

  I’m shocked when Senn actually rolls ou
t of the bed. “You know what?” he says, buttoning his pants as he walks to the door and opens it. “You can sleep in the basement tonight.”

  Tears sting my eyes when he leaves the room after banishing me to the basement like I’m an ill-behaving dog. I have been a bitch. So if the shoe fits, I guess I have to wear it.

  Chapter Three

  Senn

  After throwing back three more beers alone in the kitchen, I figure Abby’s had enough time to get the fuck out of my bed and go downstairs. Steam is still practically rising off my skin after the shit she just pulled. It’s one thing for her to want someone else while fucking me, but entirely another when she throws it in my face by insulting me.

  First, let me set the record straight. My cock is not small. It’s big, thick and impressive. Some cocks might be bigger, like my best friend’s, but most men have smaller ones. I’m above fucking average, dammit!

  Stumbling back into my dark room, I shed my pants, which leads to me ramming an elbow into the wall and nearly falling on my face to remove my shoes. Naked and ready to pass out, I climb in the closest side of the bed and flop down on the pillow. That when I hear it. Snoring. You have got to be fucking kidding!

  Reaching over to make sure, yep, I touch her bare shoulder, putting an end to the snoring probably because I woke her up.

  “You-you can go sleep in the basement, you hairy sack of balls,” Abby mutters softly around a yawn.

  Finding the stubborn ass woman in my bed, again, causes the same spark of happiness to sizzle like a firecracker inside my chest. I expected her to vanish after I fucked her, not keep sticking around. She’s infuriating as hell, but the fact that she refuses to leave for whatever reason comforts me in a strange, unfamiliar way. Or maybe she really is just too tired to leave. One way to find out…

  Slipping my hand down lower, I cup one of her heavy tits in my palm and massage it, making her whimper. That’s all it takes for my cock to swell. I was bullshitting her earlier about needing her mouth to get me up. I just wanted a blowjob. But now, now I want to fuck.

  When Abby rolls to her back and reaches over to grab my cock, I know she’s definitely interested in more than sleeping. Thank fuck because after earlier, I can’t stop thinking about how damn good it felt to be inside her.

  “You’re so full of shit,” she says, feeling me ready to go.

  “Yeah, well, you’re about to be so full of my big cock.” Sure I’m still pissed at her for the insult, but I think fucking her again will be even better than an apology.

  “Mmm,” she moans as she keeps stroking my shaft. “I’m already wet.”

  “Already, you little slut?” I ask. And, of course, I have to find out for myself. Letting go of her tit, I trail a hand over her belly and down to her pussy. With her knees up in the air, she spreads her legs to make room for my hand. My fingertips graze her neatly trimmed curls and slip inside her with no resistance. Fuck me. She’s not just wet, her pussy runneth over. There’s gonna be a huge sex spot on the sheets after this round. Good thing I’m leaving in the morning.

  Needing to soak my dick in her miniature lake, I mount her, wedging my hips between her thighs and dive right on in. The water is so warm, too. Sinking all the way to the bottom, my pelvis hits hers and then I’m scrambling off her.

  “Where are you going?” she asks, her voice soft and sounding tired. “It was just getting to the good part.”

  “Turn over,” I order her. “On your hands and knees.”

  “No,” is her one word, clipped response.

  “Yes. I can’t fuck you like this.”

  “This way or the highway,” she replies on a frustrated exhale. God, I need to be inside her. It felt fucking amazing.

  “You sure I won’t hurt you or…”

  “Yes! Just don’t go all jackhammer on me, and she should be fine,” Abby says, while I resume my place between her legs. This time I use my forearms to hold my weight off of her because I don’t wanna crush our little girl.

  “What about a screwdriver?” I ask her. “Can I screwdriver you?” Fisting myself, I line up and plunge forward, groaning in ecstasy when I swivel my hips, fully sheathed in her tight, drenched heat.

  “Yes,” she sighs, lifting her hips to grind herself harder on my cock. “Screwdriver me, just…like…that.” Her grip tightens on my biceps, nails digging in my skin. “Oh God, yes, Senn!”

  Harsh insults usually come out of Abby’s mouth, but sometimes she says shit like that, and it’s almost worth putting up with her the rest of the time. Fine, at the moment I’d not only put up with her mouth, but I would agree to any-fucking-thing she wanted just to get inside her bareback again. Not that I would ever admit that to her, nor the fact that she’s one of the few women I’ve been with more than one night. Usually I’m one and done, but maybe this is what all the fuss is about being with just one woman. I thought the first night we fucked was a fluke, but now I swear that every time Abby and I fuck, the sex gets better, the orgasms more intense. Like now.

  Despite what Abby said, the faster I pound my cock into her, the tighter she gets until she’s coming all over my cock.

  “I’m…ah…ah!” she cries out, like I hadn’t figured that shit out yet.

  Her pussy has me on lockdown, there’s no getting in or out. All I can do is let her squeeze me dry while I watch the outline of the flopsy twins bounce around in the darkness. They’re big and beautiful. Her pussy is hot and perfect. My cock must love sliding in and out of her tight heat because it’s longer and harder than ever before. In fact, I think this right here might just be my favorite fucking place in the whole wide world. But like all good things; unfortunately, this too must come to an end. Despite my attempt to make it last as long as possible, with one last deep thrust, I have to give up my hold on this way too fleeting visit to paradise. I already miss being buried in her, and I haven’t even pulled out yet. That’s how amazing her pussy is. So amazing I could build an alter to it and do nothing but worship at it all day and night.

  “God, I love your pussy. Oh fuck!” I shout as I unload inside of her like a motherfucker.

  Wait.

  What did I just say?

  When Abby giggles underneath me I know I didn’t imagine saying the L-word.

  “You love-” she starts.

  “Pussy. I love pussy,” I fudge while trying to catch my breath.

  “No, you said, and I quote, God, I love your pussy.” When she starts giggling again, my head hangs because I know I’ll never hear the end of this. The truth is, I’ve been in a lot of pussy, but hers is magical, transcending all other pussies. It’s probably just because I’m not used to going bareback.

  “I need a shower,” I say to change the subject. Climbing gently off her, I get out of bed and feel around on the dark floor for my clothes. Finding my boxers, I slip them on before I wander my ass across the hall in the house still full of guests. “After that,” I tell Abby. “I want you on your knees, sucking me off like you did in the back of the cab, you little slut.”

  “Good luck with that, twat lover,” she calls out followed by another giggle.

  “You wanna join me?” I ask with my hand on the doorknob. “I’ll lick your pussy afterwards.”

  Abby mumbles something under her breath, but she gets out of bed and pulls on her dress. “What are you waiting for?” she asks when she’s standing in front of me. “Cum is dripping down my thighs.”

  “If it ain’t messy, then you’re not doing it right,” I tell her proudly before the mention of her thighs reminds me of what I felt every single time I pounded into her. Smooth silk and lace. Lifting the bottom of Abby’s dress up to her waist, I reach down and pop the garter that she’s still wearing around her upper thigh. Shimming the fabric lower, I kneel in front of her to help her step out of it. The silk is warm from her body heat and damp from either my cum or hers, maybe a mixture of both, the only physical proof of those fleeting moments of ecstasy we just shared. Sort of like the baby we unknowingly made sev
eral weeks ago.

  That’s the moment it really hits me, the consequences of my actions. For years I’ve fucked whoever and whenever I wanted, only thinking about the few seconds of greedy pleasure I was after. Never once did I imagine that it could possibly lead to this, creating life. I was careless and selfish, forgetting the actual reason for why a man and a woman are meant to be so intimate with each other. It may have been one night that seemed like all the other ones before it, but that night changed everything, not just for me and Abby, but for the little girl we made together. I want to try to do right by her, because she didn’t get to pick her parents, just like I didn’t get to pick mine.

  Pressing my lips to Abby’s pregnant belly, I silently promise my daughter that I’ll do my best to be her protector, provider and whatever else she needs me to be. Well, as much as Abby will let me.

  Chapter Four

  Abby

  My legs are shaking so badly I can barely hold myself up. There’s no way I’ll let Senn see the effect he has on me. At least I’ve got his little slip to throw back in his arrogant face from now on. In the middle of the best orgasm ever, the big, cocky man pledged his love to my vagina. I barely hold in a giggle as I peel my dress back off in the bathroom while Senn starts the shower. Remembering him on his knees, kissing my belly so tenderly sobers me right up. It was sweet and unexpected…like he finally realized just how significant having a baby is. I remember the first time it hit me, it was during the ultrasound Linc and I had when I was about sixteen weeks along with Thomas. Until then, the unexpected pregnancy had seemed like nothing more than a huge inconvenience to the plans I had made for my life. And then on the screen, we saw our son moving; and I realized he was an actual tiny piece of both me and Linc, an incredible, living result of our love for each other. So when we lost him, it felt like he took all that love with him.

  While Senn’s back is to me, I swipe away the tears from my eyes. The bathroom is quickly filling with steam; and it feels nice, warming the bone deep chill I can’t seem to shake lately. Exhausted and wanting to hurry up to get back in bed, I step over into the tub first to wash away the remnants of Senn, his warm, comforting scent of sandalwood, along with our messy but completely satisfying sex. It makes sense. Senn should be an expert at fucking since he’s been inside more cunts than most tampon manufactures can claim.