Playing To Win (The York Bombers Book 2)

by Lisa B. Kamps

  “I didn’t think you were. Not really.”

  Jason quirked one brow, silently conveying his disbelief. Megan muttered something and looked away, her embarrassment so obvious that he actually chuckled. He tightened his fingers around her hand then released it and sat back.

  “Stop worrying about it. You’ve given me a challenge now.”

  “A challenge?”

  “Yeah. To prove you wrong. And there’s nothing I like more than a challenge. Well, except winning. But that’s the whole point of a challenge, right?”

  Megan frowned, her head tilting to the side as she studied him—and not in a good way. Jason paused, dropping his hand to the table before reaching for his glass. “Did I say something wrong?”

  “No. I mean, not really. It was just that comment about a challenge. Is that how you see me? Nothing more than a challenge? Because if it is—”

  “No! Fuck no.” Jason ran a hand across his face, pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to cuss. But no, that’s not what I think. That’s not what I meant. Not at all. Please don’t think that.”

  Some of the tension left her but she still didn’t look convinced. He sighed, started reaching for her hand again, stopped. “It’s a hockey thing. A sports thing. Hell, maybe it’s just a guy thing, I don’t know. I’ve been playing hockey for so long, it’s just been ingrained in me, you know? I hate losing, always have. You know how it goes.”

  “Not really, no. I never played many sports growing up.”

  “Okay, but you still have to know what I mean, right? It’s the same thing when you watch your team play. I mean, they’re your team. You cheer them on, hate seeing them lose. That kind of thing.”

  Megan shook her head again. “No, sorry. I don’t even watch many sports. Dad does, but I never got into it.”

  “Seriously?” Jason sat back, stunned. Even his sister watched sports. “You’ve at least seen a hockey game, right?”

  “No.”

  “Seriously? Never?”

  “No, never.”

  “Well hell. This will never work. We have to fix this.”

  “Fix what?”

  “This serious deficiency in your education. I can’t date a woman who hasn’t seen at least one hockey game. Saturday night. I’ll get you tickets for the game.”

  Megan shook her head, a teasing smile on her face. “I’m working Saturday night.”

  “We’re playing up in Providence Friday. How about Sunday? Can you come to the game Sunday night?”

  “I think I can make that work.”

  “Good. Perfect. I’ll get you tickets. How many do you need? Would your parents like to come?”

  “Um, no. I don’t think I want my dad there. At least—I mean, no. Just two tickets. I’ll bring Haley.”

  “Haley?”

  A funny look crossed her face. “Yes, Haley. My girlfriend? The one who dumped the nachos on you?”

  “Oh, right.” Jason shook his head. Didn’t they just have this conversation earlier today? He repeated her name a few times, which made Megan laugh. “I’ll remember it. Eventually. Okay, that’s settled. I’ll get the two tickets and you can come watch us play. And cheer us to win. Because, you know, losing sucks.”

  Megan nodded, another smile on her face. Jason reached for his glass of water, taking a sip, then nodded at hers. “Did you want more wine? There’s some left.”

  “No, I’m good. You finish it.”

  “Two glasses is my limit, especially if I’m driving. It’s all yours.”

  “No, I’m good. I have a two glass limit, too. Especially with wine. Wine goes to my head.”

  “Yeah? And what happens then?”

  The easy smile on her face changed, becoming softer, almost teasing. Her gaze met his, her eyes deepening, the soft brown turning darker as her pupils dilated. And just like that, the air surrounding them grew heavier, thick with anticipation. Warmth spread through him, his blood rushing through his veins, growing heavier as it settled over him. He shifted, swallowed back a groan as his cock hardened but he didn’t look away, couldn’t look away.

  “I just—” She swallowed and lowered her gaze, her cheeks flushing as she shrugged. “You know.”

  Yeah, he knew. He definitely knew.

  Jason gulped down the rest of his water and looked around, flagging down their waiter and practically throwing his credit card at him.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Hot. Wet. Hungry.

  Jason groaned, pulled his mouth from Megan’s, reached behind him and slammed the door shut. Then he grabbed her again, his hand dropping to her ass and pulling her toward him, pressing his hips against hers as he captured her mouth. He thrust his tongue inside, seeking, searching, possessing.

  She pressed against him, rubbing against the hard swell of his cock as her hands reached into his coat, traveled up his chest and wrapped around his neck. He pulled her even closer, thrust his hips against her again, swallowed her groan when she arched into him.

  Fuck. They needed to slow down. He needed to slow down. He broke the kiss, pulled air into his lungs. Shrugged out of his coat and tossed it to the floor.

  Then Megan was in his arms again, pressing against him, her mouth trailing hot fire along his neck, against his chest. “Is your sister home?”

  Jason shook his head, struggling to get the words out as Megan’s hand reached for his belt. “No. Gone.”

  That was all he could manage. She freed the belt from his pants, let it drop to the floor as her fingers worked the button and zipper of his pants. Then her hand dipped inside, her fingers wrapping around the hard length of his cock. Stroking. Teasing.

  “Fuck. Baby.” Jason’s head dropped back, his jaw clenched against the sensation of her cool skin and smooth palm wrapped around him. Squeezing. Pumping. He groaned, leaned forward and caught her mouth with his. Rough, hard, his teeth nipping at her full lower lip before his tongue thrust into the hot recess of her mouth.

  Teasing. Tasting. Invading.

  Possessing.

  His hands reached out, grabbed the edges of her coat and pushed it from her shoulders. He groaned when her hand left him, groaned again when she stepped away. She gazed up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, her breathing fast and harsh, matching his. Then she reached down and grabbed the hem of her sweater and pulled it over her head, tossed it to the side.

  His gaze dropped to her full breasts, their heavy roundness encased in sheer pale yellow lace. The tightened peaks of her nipples, so dark against her pale skin, pushed against the material. Bold, enticing. Irresistible. Hunger filled him, eager and impatient as he reached out, traced the scalloped edge of the bra with one shaking finger.

  Megan’s breath rushed out in a sharp hiss and her head dropped back, her back arching, pressing the fullness of one breast into his hand. He filled his palm, ran his finger across the hard peak of her nipple then gently pinched.

  She moaned, the sound high-pitched and soft, and leaned into his touch. He pinched her nipple again, felt his cock throb in time to her harsh breaths. He reached for the lace and pulled it down below her breasts, his knuckles grazing the smooth flesh. Then he cupped her breasts together, squeezing, his thumbs flicking the tightened peaks before he lowered his mouth and sucked.

  Her hand snaked out, wrapped around the back of his head, held him in place as she moaned. He sucked harder, pulling with his teeth, felt her body shiver. Sucking, grazing, nipping. Hard at first, then gentle. Hard again.

  He pulled away, his eyes glazed, hunger throbbing inside him as he squeezed her breasts again. Pushing, massaging. He swallowed, ran his tongue over dry lips.

  “I want to feel my cock slide between your breasts. Want to watch you squeeze your breasts together as I fuck you that way.”

  Her eyelids fluttered open, their depths filled with a hunger that matched his own. He expected her to look away, expected her to shake her head or tell him to stop. Instead, a small smile, so shy, played at the corners of her kiss-
swollen lips.

  “Then do it.”

  Jason froze, almost afraid to believe he’d heard her right. A split second passed then he dropped his hands to her hips and lifted her. She grabbed his shoulders, her fingers digging into his flesh as her legs wrapped around his waist. He caught her mouth, kissed her as he carried her back to his room.

  His breathing turning ragged, shallow, each breath a harsh whisper in the dim room as he set her on the edge of the bed. She sat there, her hands gripping the edge of the mattress, her eyes wide and dark as she watched him undress.

  Her gaze dropped to his swollen cock. Her tongue darted out, ran across her lower lip. He folded his fingers around his thick shaft and stroked as she watched.

  “You like this baby?”

  “God, yes.” Her gaze darted to his for a brief second then moved back to his cock, watching each pump of his hand. Then she dropped to her knees, ran her hands along the length of his thighs and raised her head, her lips parting.

  Jason groaned, tilted his hips toward her and lightly stroked her damp lips with the tip of his cock. Her tongue darted out, teasing, licking the drop of moisture from the head.

  “Fuck.” He groaned, let his head drop back as she continued to tease him with her tongue. Her hand closed over his as he stroked. Harder. Faster.

  He groaned, stepped back and reached down for her before he lost control. “Not yet.”

  He guided her back to the bed, settled her in the middle of it and reached for her pants. He slid them down her legs, his mouth skimming her heated flesh as he uncovered each delectable inch of her body. The soft skin of her waist, the sensitive dip of her hip. The firm flesh of her long thigh and shapely calf. The tender skin of the arch of one foot.

  Back up. Kissing, grazing, nipping. Her body writhed under each touch, her hands searching for him as he licked every inch of her.

  He moved away, heard Megan sigh as he stretched toward the nightstand. His hands closed over the box of condoms, reached inside and grabbed a handful. He tossed them on the bed then straddled her, his eyes drinking her in, quenching a thirst he didn’t know existed until he met her.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful.” His voice was hoarse, rough and breathless. Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze fixing on his. He saw caution in their depths. And disbelief. She blinked, looked away.

  His hands closed over her face, caressing her cheeks as he turned her head so she was looking at him. “Don’t look away, baby. I meant it. You’re beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”

  “I’m not—”

  “Yes. You are.” And suddenly he wanted to show her. Needed to show her. He slid from the bed, grabbed her hand and pulled her with him.

  “What are you—”

  “Sh.” He silenced her with a kiss, sweet and gentle, then led her across the room. He hit the switch, flooding the room with soft light as he closed the bedroom door. Hanging on the back was a full-length mirror and he moved so they were standing in front of it. She shook her head and tried to look away but he wouldn’t let her.

  “You’re beautiful.” Jason repeated the words, holding her gaze prisoner in the reflection of the mirror. He wrapped one hand around her waist, pulled her against him, her back to his front.

  “Look. See what I see.” He ran his free hand through her hair, leaned forward and inhaled, breathing in the faint citrus smell of her shampoo. “Your hair is so soft. Like silk. And your skin…see how pale it is next to mine? So delicate.”

  He ran the tips of his fingers down along her throat, across the ridge of her collarbone. Her eyes fluttered closed and her head dropped back as a soft sigh escaped her. He dropped his hand lower, cupped the heavy weight of one breast in his hand.

  “Look. Watch.”

  She opened her eyes, her gaze catching his in the mirror then lowering to his hand, watching as he grazed her nipple. A soft flush crept across her skin, turning it a delicate shade of pink.

  “I fucking love your tits. How they feel in my hand. How those hard nipples scrape against my palm.”

  She moaned, pressed her firm ass against him and wiggled. Jason had to swallow his own moan, had to force himself to stay still. Her eyes met his once more as she wiggled against him again. “I thought you wanted—”

  “I do. Trust me, baby, I do. More than you know. But not yet.” He dropped his mouth to her neck, his eyes never leaving hers as he kissed her feverish skin. He nipped the muscle between her neck and shoulder, tightened his arm around her waist as her legs went limp for a brief second.

  “You are so fucking hot. I love watching you. Do you know that? Do you know how many nights I laid here, stroking my cock, thinking of being inside you?” He trailed his hand down along her side, across the flat of her stomach, lower. Watched their reflection in the mirror as his fingers dipped into the damp folds of her heated flesh.

  “How many nights I made myself come, remembering how good it felt? With your tight pussy wrapped around my cock, squeezing. Holding. That’s all I’ve been able to think about. Just you, baby. Just you.”

  He dipped his fingers lower, watched as she parted her legs for him. She sighed, pressed her tight ass against him, closed her eyes and dug her fingers into the arm wrapped around her waist.

  He pressed another kiss against her shoulder, stroked the tight bud of her clit. Harder. Faster. Her legs opened wider, her hips thrusting against his hand. “Open your eyes, Megan. I want you to see. I want you to watch me watching you as you come.”

  She pulled her lower lip between her teeth, gave a quick shake of her head as her hand tightened around his arm. He stilled his hand, heard her soft sigh as he pressed another kiss against her shoulder.

  “Please.”

  Was it the word? Or the harsh desperation in his voice? It didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was that she opened her eyes, slowly, her lids fluttering as her gaze searched for his in the reflection. Caught it. Held it.

  He stroked her clit again, faster, watching as her hips surged against each touch. He bit back a groan as she reached down with one hand, spread her lips, holding herself open for him.

  “So fucking hot. So fucking beautiful.” He didn’t recognize his own voice, didn’t recognize the desperation and need in the husky words. And he didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was Megan. Making her see what he saw. Touching her. Pleasuring her.

  Her breath rose and fell with each short gasp, faster now. Her lids fluttered once, twice, opened again. Her hips moved faster, each thrust against his hand, his cock, a pleasurable agony that he could endure forever.

  And he never stopped stroking. Rubbing her clit, feeling her silky wetness coat his finger as he moved his hand against her clit. Harder. Faster. Over and over.

  Her eyes widened, her nails digging into his arm, scoring his flesh as she moved against him. “J-Jason—”

  “That’s it, baby. Come for me. Let me watch you.”

  Her hips thrust against his hand one last time then stilled, her body tensing for several heartbeats. Then she cried out, reached up with her other hand and wrapped it around his neck as her climax claimed her. Her body convulsed against his, sweet agony against his swollen cock as tiny cries escaped her parted lips.

  Jason groaned, unable to stand the torture any longer. He turned her in his arms, his mouth crashing against hers as he lifted her, half-carried, half-dragged her back to the bed. He reached for a condom, his hand fumbling, nearly dropping it before sheathing himself.

  He grabbed her ankles, draped her legs over his shoulders, and drove into her.

  And fuck. She was hotter than he remembered. Tighter. Her pussy convulsed around him, squeezing his cock as he drove into her. Hard, fast, so close to losing control.

  So close to losing himself.

  He pushed into her, ground his pelvis against hers, groaned when she grabbed his ass and held him in place. Fuck. He didn’t remember it being like this.

  Never remembered anything like this. Ever.

  He pump
ed his hips, driving into her. Hard. Harder. Over and over until his balls pulled tight against his body, until his climax exploded with an earth-shattering force of light that blinded him, of heat that scorched him.

  He drove into her one final time, heard a strangled shout and realized it was his own. Then he collapsed on top of her, struggling to breathe, not caring if he ever breathed again.

  Minutes went by, filled with their harsh breathing. With the pounding of their hearts. Jason knew he was crushing her, knew he needed to move.

  He couldn’t move. Not yet.

  Several more minutes passed. Jason sucked in a deep breath, pushed up on his elbows, swallowed his groan as he slid out of her and rolled to the side.

  “Fuck. Holy shit.” He sucked in another breath, peeled one eye open and turned his head to the side. Megan was sprawled against the mattress next to him, her chest rising and falling with each deep breath. Her hair spread against the pillow, deep browns and golds against stark white.

  “You still alive?”

  Her head moved in what he thought was a nod. Moved again as she pulled in a deep breath. “Yeah. Think so.”

  “Yeah. Me too.” He rolled from the bed, holding the condom in place as he made his way to the bathroom to dispose of it and wash up. He hurried back to the bedroom, turning the light off before climbing into bed and pulling the covers over them. Then he turned to the side and wrapped his arm around Megan’s waist, pulling her close.

  He pressed a kiss against her shoulder then leaned up on one elbow, looking down at her. “Megan?”

  “Hm?”

  “No sneaking off, okay? I want to wake up next to you in the morning.”

  Her lids fluttered open, her gaze meeting his. Was that uncertainty in her eyes? Or something else? He couldn’t tell. He lowered his head, claimed her mouth in a sweet lingering kiss, then stretched out beside her and closed his eyes, her body warm and soft against his as he drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Haley reached across her, scooping out a handful of popcorn and popping it into her mouth. She washed it down with a swallow of beer then studied Megan again.