Game Player

by B. J. Harvey

  “You’d totally be impressed with his stick, Jimmy.” Jimmy’s eyes grow hungry, and Matt’s widen before narrowing on me.

  “You’ve never seen it, Legs, but just say the word and I’m more than happy to give you a personalized tour.”

  Damn, the sexy smartass somehow managed to turn the tables, piss me off, and turn me on, all at once.

  “Whoa, is it getting hot in here, or is it just me?” Jimmy stage whispers in my ear. Matt obviously hears him, because he laughs quietly.

  “I need a drink after this very entertaining introduction. See you later, Jimmy,” Matt says before pinning me with a panty-melting glare. “Legs . . .” Then he turns away from us and walks to the kitchen. From where I’m standing, I catch Jase giving Nat a thorough welcome, just short of mounting her on the kitchen counter and feel the sudden need to bleach my eyes out.

  “You, my girl, need to jump that boy and ride him to kingdom come.”

  “He’s my brother-in-law’s brother.”

  “And that’s a problem, why?”

  “It has complicated written all over it,” I say, taking a sip of my almost empty glass.

  “The way that man looked at you, the only complication is what position to try first.”

  I snort and spit my drink out of my mouth. “He’s a player.”

  “Oh honey, I can see that. But the only game he looks like he wants to play is you, if you’ll let him.”

  I look toward the kitchen, where Matt stands with his back to us. He seems to have shrugged off his testosterone surge from moments earlier, now laughing with a group of—if their body language is anything to go by—drunk and ravenous women.

  “Not now he doesn’t,” I mutter, wondering why it’s even pissing me off. You know exactly why, Mia.

  “He’s smart, I’ll give him that and that’s because he’s playing you at your own game.”

  “It wasn’t a game,” I reply honestly.

  “Yes, but he doesn’t know that . . . or he didn’t until recently,” he replies, with an amused glint in his eye.

  “Babe, you’re the one making it complicated. You’re two consenting adults,” Jimmy notes.

  “With siblings that are married,” I continue.

  “And what does that matter?”

  “It’s dangerous. If we fuck it up, it would kill family Thanksgiving.” Jimmy just shakes his head at me.

  “It’s hot. It’s exciting, and it’s totally your thing, isn’t it Legs?”

  Fuck. He’s got me there. “How do I know he wants me and not just in my pants?”

  “Has anything happened so far?” he asks, licking his lips as he waits for the juicy gossip.

  “We’ve kissed twice in two weeks. He also gave me an orgasm in the supply closet at Zoe’s wedding.”

  “Oh, you saucy little thing, I love it. So he’s had ample opportunity to get in there but hasn’t tried?”

  “He tried, I walked away . . .” Then I realize that that action wasn’t a one-time deal. “Twice, actually.”

  Jimmy puts down his beer bottle on the mantelpiece then puts his hands on my shoulders and turns me to face him. He lowers his head and looks me straight in the eye. “If he wanted to just get in your pants, he wouldn’t have let you walk away. The fact he did means you should at least give the poor guy a chance, babe.”

  His words actually sink in, and I realize that I’ve had my guard up around Matt because I’ve been expecting to be another notch on his belt when in fact, he could just go out and score any other woman anywhere. He’s never had to work for it, so I’m curious as to why he’s intent on pursuing me.

  My expression must’ve changed because Jimmy’s eyes light up, and he smiles widely at me. “Now, are you going to put the poor boy out of his misery?”

  “Well I won’t jump him in the kitchen, but I think I owe him a conversation at least,” I concede.

  “Then you have to ring Uncle Jimmy tomorrow and tell me all about how Matt rocked your world.” Not gonna happen.

  “There’s no way I’m going to be having sex with Matt tonight so there will be nothing to report in the morning. Besides, you hate straight sex,” I say, with a giggle.

  “I just don’t like girls near my cock. I never said there wasn’t something beautiful about penis-vagina sex.”

  I burst out laughing and wrap my arms around Jimmy’s ribs, giving him a tight squeeze. “Thanks, Jimmy.”

  “Go get ’em tiger,” he says, sounding proud.

  “I’m more of a praying mantis type. Mate then kill.”

  “Now I’m reconsidering my advice. Maybe I should give the guy a heads up.”

  “Don’t you dare,” I say, before turning around and freezing on the spot when I see a size four blonde hanging off Matt’s arm. That I could’ve accepted. That I could’ve laughed off.

  Not so much his hand firmly gripping her ass while his eyes are fixated on me.

  I’ve been at Nat’s party for only half an hour and I’ve got a rather drunk woman hanging off me like I’m the best thing since sliced bread. I’ve been putting up with her, but the evil eyes Nat shoots my way and the waggling eyebrows Jase gives me definitely don’t help.

  Then she “slips” apparently and has to be held up while she bends down to fix her shoe. Unfortunately, when she does, my hand drops from the respectable lower back to a disrespectful—and definitely unplanned—ass grope. I quickly right my arm the minute it drops, and I’m not gonna say it wasn’t a nice ass—it just doesn’t belong to the woman I want to manhandle.

  No, that particular minx is standing across the room with her obviously gay friend trying to goad me into making a scene.

  Before I can contemplate her anymore, I’m wrenched sideways. I look down to see a pair of furious blue eyes and Mia scowling at me as she drags me out of the blonde’s clutches and down a hallway away from the crowd.

  Mia leads me to a door at the end of the corridor, turning the handle with one hand and pulling me into the bathroom with the other before slamming the door shut and locking it. Even over the music, I can’t miss the loud “oooh” coming from the living area, but I don’t get a chance to think about it because Mia instantly commands my attention.

  Looking sexy as fuck, she stands there with her hands on her hips, one leg jutting out and her toe tapping. Unable to stop myself, I break the thick silence filling the room. “Something wrong?” I ask.

  “I’m trying to believe that you’re not that fucking dumb that you’d get all possessive and alpha over my gay friend standing close to me, then flirt with another woman right in front of me as payback.”

  I cross my arms in front of my chest and lean back against the door. “Payback?”

  “Last week you begged me to give you a chance, and tonight you walked in, thought you saw another man cutting in on your action, and decided to give me a taste of my own medicine. The problem is, I wasn’t the one dishing it out. That was all Jimmy.”

  “He was just being friendly. He’s a friend.”

  “Right,” I scoff.

  I refuse to move to her side, despite my body needing to touch her. Fuck she’s hot when she’s pissed. Her eyes flash, her nostrils flare, and she chews her bottom lip like it’s beef jerky. “You think I would flirt with someone to piss you off?” I try to keep my voice steady, but her accusation pisses me off. My jaw grows tight and I clench my fists to try and quell my anger.

  “Are you saying it wasn’t your hand on that skank’s ass back there?” she shouts.

  Deciding enough is enough, I push off the door and stalk toward her. She stands firm, her lips tightening the closer I get. “Do you think you might stop answering a question with a question and actually tell me the real reason why you’re pissed?” I growl.

  “Fine! You want to know?”

  “Yes!” I yell, throwing my hands up in the air. “Fucking finally. Tell me what the fuck you want, Mia, ’cause I’m not a mind reader. If I was, I’d be in your pants and in your bed by now!”

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bsp; Then something snaps. One minute we’re in each other’s faces, yelling about what we both refuse to admit is going on between us, the next I crush my body against hers. Wrapping my fist around her ponytail, I slam my mouth down and push my tongue between her gasping lips. Barely a second goes by until she goes wild, grabbing hold of my shoulders and biting her nails into my skin, meeting me stroke for stroke as she presses her body deep against mine.

  Needing more, wanting more, I drop to my knees, yanking up her dress and, when I find no underwear stopping me, I bury my tongue in her pussy.

  I relish my first taste of her, rubbing my nose against her clit and gripping her hips to keep her steady. I push her backwards until her ass hits the edge of the bathroom counter. Her hands brush past mine as she simultaneously grabs onto the counter and tangles her fingers in my hair.

  Her moans and whimpers drive me crazy, and if I even could let her go, it would only be to palm my cock to relieve the pressure. I drag my hand from her hip, running two fingers down her slit before tilting my chin and wrapping my lips around her clit. Vibrating my tongue against her, I thrust two fingers deep inside and growl when her moans get louder, less controlled, and her grip on my head tightens to a sting. Wanting to hear her come and needing to taste her more than I need my next breath, I rake my teeth against her clit at the same time as I thrust my fingers in deep and graze her G-spot. Her snatch grips my fingers like a Chinese finger-trap as her entire body goes rigid and she screams, “Fuck! Matt!”

  I continue my assault on her pussy, and her body trembles as she comes down from her orgasm.

  “Two,” I murmur against the sensitive skin of her thigh, peppering kisses down one leg then back up the other.

  “Jesus, that was . . .”

  “One more and I’ll think about stopping,” I mumble, when she tries to push me away.

  “Are you trying to kill me?” she asks breathlessly, her voice hitching when I move my mouth back to her clit and flick the tip of my tongue around in teasing circles. Needing to go deeper and push her higher, I hoist one of her legs over my shoulder and plunge my fingers deep. Quicker than the first time, I feel her clench around me, and I know she’s straddling the edge of control, needing that one final push to fall headfirst over the edge.

  “Give it to me, Mia,” I rasp against her thigh before I suck hard, wanting to leave a mark on her so if any fucker even thinks of getting close to her pussy, they’ll see I’ve already been there. Thrusting my fingers deep inside her, the whimpers that I feel right down in my balls turn into cries and then with one almighty scream, she bucks recklessly as another body-bending orgasm sees her call out my name on repeat.

  “Three.”

  I give her one last lazy lick from her entrance up to her clit, then slowly ease her leg down from my shoulder and make my way to my feet, fixing her dress before dragging my hands up her body. I press my body into her, making sure she can feel every hard inch of my cock against her stomach as I lean forward and slowly kiss her lips, letting myself calm down from the pussy-drunk feeling that has my head spinning and my blood burning.

  I don’t miss the fact her fingers still grip my hair. She pulled it so hard as she came, I wouldn’t be surprised if I have a bald spot where her hand was. Lucky for me, I can’t think of a better fucking excuse for explaining premature hair loss.

  I pull back to look at her, resting my forehead against hers. “You’re fucking amazing when you come. So fucking loud; you don’t give a shit.”

  She shuts me up by pulling my face close and kissing me, shoving her tongue between my lips and rubbing it against mine. Just knowing she can taste herself in my mouth makes my cock twitch, and the need for release soars through me once more.

  “I still hate you,” she mutters under her breath.

  “You can hate me and still fuck me. In fact, if you go off like that every time I make you come, you’re welcome to hate-fuck me any time you want.”

  She jerks my head back with a violent tug of my hair and glares at me. “Hate-fucking? You think I want to fuck you?”

  I quirk an eyebrow and stare at her, my lips twitching with amusement. “Are you saying you don’t want to? Because sorry, sweetheart, your body is cashing checks your mouth isn’t willing to write just yet, but you will. If you want to continue deluding yourself, I can go home and wrap my own hand around my cock if I have to . . .”

  “You arrogant, cocky, son-of-a-b—”

  “Although I would rather bury myself in you and hear you scream my name all night.” I smirk at the flash of heat in her eyes that totally gives away how turned on she really is, and me being me, I continue to push her. “Or maybe you can call out oh god—whatever works for you.” I wink at her.

  She opens her mouth to argue but snaps it shut, seemingly speechless. “All night?” she asks, her voice now rough. I suppose screaming my name—twice—will do that to a girl.

  I can’t stop the smirk that covers my lips and don’t miss her eyes narrowing in on me, although it doesn’t stop me from carrying on. “Legs, you’ll never have any reason to doubt my ability. Between my fingers, mouth and cock, I’ll keep you so satisfied, you’ll lose track of time.”

  She snorts disbelieving. “C’mon, Matt. I bet you say that to all the girls.”

  “That’s a bet you’re bound to lose, and lose pleasurably.”

  Then I feel it—the moment reality sinks in and what we just did hits her. She lets go of me and drops her arms to her sides, then pushes my shoulders so I’m forced to step back. She moves to the far side of the room.

  “We can’t fuck this up. Our brothers, my sister . . .”

  “Who said I want to fuck anything up?” I reply, wondering why our family connection bothers her so fucking much.

  She glares at me then storms over with one hand on her hip and the other outstretched, poking at my chest.

  “You listen to me, Taylor. I know you’re not used to women turning you down, so I might be the first, but I can guarantee I won’t be the last. There will be no repeat of the three-finger stick-n-stab maneuver. It won’t be happening again, no way, no fucking how.”

  I might’ve actually believed she was being serious if her breathing wasn’t all over the place and her voice wasn’t husky as hell.

  I decide to play with her a little more—especially since I love the way she gets riled up so easily and gets this cute twitch going with her nose.

  I grin at her and rake my eyes down her body, pausing momentarily on her now creased skirt and lifting my gaze up to her disheveled top.

  “Are you sure about that, Legs?” I ask, as I lift my index finger to my mouth and slowly run my tongue along the length of it before licking my lips and humming in appreciation at her taste.

  She growls under her breath. “You didn’t just . . .”

  “I like to savor what I eat, and that was an appetizer. I’ll move on to the main course later . . . maybe tomorrow.” I step toward her until we’re back to being chest to chest—well, tits to chest. Her hands jump up to my pecs as if to stop me, but I place both mine on her shoulders and give her a gentle squeeze, not missing the way her body trembles when I glide them up to rest on either side of her neck, or the whisper-soft moan that escapes her mouth.

  “Fuck,” I mutter. “If we weren’t in Nat’s house right now, I’d have you naked and stuck on my cock while I fucked you deep and hard all night.”

  “Jesus, are you trying to kill me?”

  I smile wickedly, running my hand up to her jaw to track her lips with my thumb, then kiss her softly. “No, Legs, I don’t want to kill you. I want to make you moan. I want you to whimper, and I want you to scream my name when I’m balls deep inside you. My mouth is going to claim you, my hands are going to explore you, and my cock will make you mine—even if you only ever give me one night.”

  “Matt, I—”

  “I’ll call you when I’m hungry,” I reply, turning my back to her and walking out the door.

  I did not sleep we
ll last night and I blame the not one—but two mind-blowing, earth-shattering, vibrator-divorce-worthy orgasms given to me by Matt.

  Literally, he gave the most frustrating parting line in the history of greatest departing promises ever, then left. Opened the door, walked right on through it and disappeared.

  In fact, he left the party. Just like that. No goodbye, no chit-chat with Nat or the skank who’d wanted to mount him like a prized big-dicked pony, nothing.

  Suffice to say, my thoughts have not been on my date with Cade tonight. Instead they’ve been all about Matt, his mouth, his fingers, his confident declarations and finally—what the hell is going on in his head.

  His protective macho act was hot—unbelievably so—but another woman touching him had me seeing red and his hand on her ass had me wanting to cut a bitch.

  This isn’t me. I’m not this woman. I’m strong, independent, and in no way led around by the boss between my legs—that’s Nat’s territory. I like to date, I don’t like to sleep around like a two dollar whore the day before pay day. How did Matt Taylor sneak past my defenses without me realizing?

  Then he walked away.

  I’m standing at the kitchen counter making a sandwich when my home phone rings.

  “Speak if you’re sexy.”

  “Meems, that’s terrible,” Zoe says, with a laugh.

  “Variety is the spice of life.”

  “Is that what you’re gonna tell Cade tonight?” she asks inquisitively.

  I scrunch my nose up, even though I know she can’t see me through the phone. “What?”

  “Tonight is the date with Cade, right? Because Matt came over this morning and was asking Noah about Cade.”

  “What?” I gasp.

  “Yeah. It was really strange. He was coming over anyway to commune with his brethren.”

  I laugh at the mere thought of Matt saying that, especially when I have my own suspicions about the real reason for his visit “So the boys went out to play golf with Harry?”

  “Pretty much. And Granny Meredith has Nate. So do you wanna go shopping for a hot dress for Cade?”