Not Before Game Night (Bad Boy Bachelors of Orange County Book 4)

by Khardine Gray

  “Haven’t what?”

  “Haven’t done anything… much.” Other than kissing, the furthest I’d gone with anyone was the other day with him. “I’m just worried that I won’t be what you expect. And I’m nervous that I’ll embarrass myself trying.”

  Those blazing eyes of his darkened with molten desire. “What if I told you I was worried and nervous too?”

  I wasn’t sure if that was supposed to be a joke. This was one of those times when it was difficult to distinguish between when he was being serious and when he was joking around.

  “Now’s not a good time to lie to me.” I laughed nervously and brought my hands together.

  He pushed away from the wall and moved closer. He stopped a breath away, reached out, and touched the edge of my jaw with his thumb.

  “I’m not lying, Vanessa. I don’t want to disappoint you either. I want you to remember this. Me with you. I want your first time to be memorable.” He sounded serious. It was the first time he’d spoken and that playful edge was missing from his voice. “It’s always hard being first. Worse when I want you so badly.” He held my gaze as he said that, making my heart now flutter as if it longed to hear those words.

  “Me?” I asked breathlessly.

  “You, just you. You just the way you are.” He spoke with that same adoration he’d showed when I saw the paintings. “I want you, Vanessa.”

  “I want you too,” I told him, and there it was; that forgetfulness entered me yet again.

  As I stared at him, there wasn’t one reason that was prominent enough to stop me from being with him, or that would stop this from happening.

  “Then trust me... can you do that?”

  Trust?

  Want and desire raged inside me. It welcomed the blind trust I was allowing to take over my mind. Anything to allow the temptation of him. Temptation I wanted.

  I nodded. “I trust you.”

  The warmth of his palms against my cheek heated me up all over as he smoothed over across my face and bent low, pressing his mouth to mine. I pressed against him, holding him too. Smoothing my hands up to the sharp chisel of his jaw as I kissed him with reckless abandon and the same passion he gave me.

  Ten years had passed, and I couldn’t say that I’d stopped wanting him. I couldn’t say that I wanted him any less than I did ten years ago. All I knew was it was so much more.

  As the kiss turned hungry and he swept his tongue into my mouth, it felt more like a prelude of what was to come.

  What was on the way. Not mindless and wild like in the changing rooms at the stadium, and not like the way he’d kissed me at his house.

  This kiss was wild but searching, exploratory and needy. All at the same time. It was just like him. It was the kind of kiss that made my body bend to his will. Under control and not wanting to be anything other than that.

  He turned with me and pressed me against the wall, pulling out of the kiss so he could look at me with that sinful smile.

  Cole backed off his jacket and reached for me again, tugging on the little zipper on my dress.

  I watched it go down when he pulled it and the soft satin lay open, unveiling the strapless bra I wore.

  “Lace.” He smiled. “Lace is definitely a good look on you, Vanessa Cartwright. You know what looks better than that on you?”

  “What?”

  He chuckled deep and low and snapped open the little butterfly clasp holding my bra together. My breasts fell out, puckered and heavier with arousal. He looked at them and nodded.

  “Nothing. Just that fiery attitude of yours.”

  My nerves scattered as he pushed the dress down my legs, leaving me in just my panties and heels. Naked before him and completely aware of myself.

  He took a moment to look at me. He just stared doing a full, slow sweep of my entire body from head to toe, his eyes drinking me in like he was committing me to memory.

  I didn’t think I would ever be able to forget the way he looked at me. It was a look I never thought I’d have from him.

  “Perfect,” he said and started planting small, fiery kisses down my legs.

  I giggled when he tugged on the straps of my heels with his teeth.

  “These come back for round two,” he promised with a wolfish grin.

  “Round two?” I was intrigued to find out if I’d make it past round one.

  “Oh yes. There will be a round two and as many rounds as we can fit in.”

  Gently, he took my feet and removed my heels. Then he took both my hands and placed them on his chest.

  “Your turn, goddess. You get to undress me now.”

  My lips parted in surprise, but damn did I ever get hungry at the thought of doing such a thing.

  “I get to undress you?” I said that more to myself than to him.

  “I’m all yours. Every single piece of me belongs to you tonight,” he told me with that wide sexy smile. “You get to do whatever you want to me. Anything.”

  “Anything?” I cooed dreamingly.

  He nodded slowly as if for effect.

  I didn’t have to think hard at all. Although my hands were shaking, I started undoing his shirt buttons. I got to the last one and pulled his shirt from his pants. As the soft cotton lay open, I got completely sucked into the perfection of him.

  His perfectly sculptured masculine torso was the kind that rivalled all. Raw, hot, real.

  The precision in every muscle that run the line of his abs, from his hard pecs to the sharp V-cut in the edge of his hip, was astounding. He shook off his shirt, and the slight movement drew my attention to even more muscle. Muscles I didn’t know could exist on a real person. It was clear that when he worked out, he wanted it all and took his time to make sure he had it.

  I loved that he had one little tattoo on his hip and that it didn’t distract from the work of art he was.

  Of course, I had to examine all of him, so I walked around him slowly and stopped when I saw his back. Unlike the front of him, a massive dragon took up the whole of his back. Inky black and magnificently carved into the ridges of muscles. I had to touch it. I ran my fingers right over it, over the planes and definition of the skin, and made my way right back around to the front when my eyes landed on what was my favorite part of him.

  Correction—one of my favorite parts of him. It was my first favorite part.

  His happy trail. Running in a dark line right down from his navel, it disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants.

  I absolutely loved it.

  I was fourteen.

  I remembered when I’d first seen him with his shirt off. I’d actually walked into a post. Thank God no one saw me.

  I’d quickly picked myself up and gawked at him shirtless out on the field. I was by the bleachers near the water coolers, and he came up to me. That was when I first got the confirmation that the man was perfect.

  Cole, then sixteen, was like the poster boy heartthrob every girl swooned over. I saw the abs and the definition in muscle straightaway, but what I loved was his happy trail. I wanted to run my fingers all over it. I’d just wanted to touch him.

  Never mind the fact that the week before was when he’d left a petrified frog in my lunch box.

  I’d been looking so much, unable to take my eyes off him, he’d looked at me. That was all. A look, then a smile as he walked away. At fourteen years old, it had just been the kind of thing that made me walk around with a smile on my face all day, and write it down in my diary.

  Now he was mine, so yes, I totally knew what I was going to do to him.

  I fulfilled the little fantasy I had by running my fingers right over the flat plane of his stomach, lingering by the fine hairs. Then I bent down and placed a soft kiss on the tight skin there and licked it, tasting him. He tasted amazing, like a dream.

  His eyes widened, and the heat of the blaze in his eyes was scorching.

  “Jesus.” He smirked, gazing down at me as I continued to lick at the taut skin. “That feels fucking amazing, Vanessa.�
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  When I straightened and took hold of his waistband, he smiled wider.

  I undid his belt buckle, and as I undid the zipper on his fly, my finger fluttered over the hard bulge of his cock pressing out against his boxers.

  Hard and what looked like massive to me. That was going inside me. What if it didn’t fit?

  He saw me looking, and with a wicked grin, he took my hand and pressed it against his thickness, making me gasp. Then shocking me further by closing my fingers around the shaft. My hand squeezed involuntarily, and he groaned.

  “This is what you do to me, Vanessa.”

  The sight of what I did to him made me wet. The pull in my groin turned into an ache, an ache for him to be inside me. I didn’t need to have any kind of experience to feel the ache. It came to me naturally. The same way it came naturally to run my hand up and down his shaft, feeling him through the fabric. Instinct was what took over now. Instinct, fueled by that want, and desire. It replaced the worry that previously filled me.

  It replaced the worry, the nerves, everything, and I just wanted him.

  He groaned deeper as I stroked harder and clamped a hand down on mine to steady me.

  “Easy,” he muttered with a chuckle and smoothed his hand back up to my neck. “Don’t rob me of finishing inside you. Are you ready, Vanessa?”

  I smiled up at him. “I’m ready.”

  I was more than ready. I needed him.

  He released me, reached for a condom from his back pocket, and I couldn’t resist the giggle that escaped my lips when he winked at me and placed it between his teeth.

  I watched him step out of his shoes and shimmy out of his pants, then he picked me up in one scoop, carrying me over to the king-sized bed in the center of the room.

  I sunk into the silky sheets when he settled me down and got lost in his kisses once more.

  “Time to make you mine,” he spoke against my lips.

  My words and thoughts got lost in the ether as he kissed the hollow of my neck.

  My entire body tingled and buzzed from his touch and his lips, awakening every cell and fiber of my soul.

  His lips traced over the contours of my shoulders, then down to my breasts. I heaved against him, gasping as his mouth closed over my left nipple briefly for a taste, then he nuzzled his face between the deep valley of my cleavage. My nipples went tight, growing hard and harder when he licked over the swells of my breasts. When his tongue flicked over the hard peaks of my nipples again, I felt the first tug of tension coil deep inside me.

  It was hard to explain other than the fact that it was something that pulled from inside. Pleasure, but also with an edge of something unbearable.

  He paused to suckle first at one nipple, then over to the other, which he took deeper into his mouth. I moaned into the sensation of the wildness of it, coming undone before him.

  I could neither help nor control myself, and I didn’t want to.

  When he moved away and gave me that wicked smile again, I knew he meant to do so much more to me, and he did.

  He took hold of my legs, and I sucked in a sharp breath as he spread me wide then lowered his head, burying his face between my thighs. He placed kisses there too, all over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh and over the mound of my core. Nipping at the skin there and fueling my arousal a hundred times over.

  God, that felt so damn good. I couldn’t wait to see what he’d do to me next.

  I’d just managed to catch my breath when he stole it away again by moving my panties aside so he could slide his fingers inside me. Shivers of ecstasy flew through me as he moved his finger in and out and smiled with pure male satisfaction when he saw what he was doing to me.

  I cried out, arching my back into the bed when he found the hard, already throbbing nub of my clit and started working it. That felt good enough, but what felt better than his fingers was what he did next.

  Cole replaced his fingers with his tongue. I was so shocked as I watched him return to my core and press his tongue straight into me. First, he swirled around my clit in an exploratory manner, then his tongue lashed out inside, holding me prisoner to passion and the thrall of him. Mindless sounds of passion hummed and fell from my lips as he teased me open, questing, conquering, stroking, licking, petting.

  Making me his.

  I writhed beneath him, lost to pleasure, lost to him.

  That tension I’d felt building poured to the surface of my skin like a blast of fire on gasoline and trailed a blaze of unquenchable pleasure right through me. Body and soul. It left me screaming, screaming his name as I came, climaxing at the will of the first orgasm I’d ever received in my life.

  The liquid fire scorched me clean, wild and raw, carnal then blissful as I watched him looking at me and taking me in with his gaze.

  Every time he looked at me, it was like he was memorizing me, my face, my body, my reactions.

  I’d never felt sexier, or more alive.

  Like I was everything.

  Chapter 12

  Cole

  This was what it was like to hold the angel in my arms.

  It was everything.

  She was everything.

  I looked down at her and had the distinct memory of the first fantasy I’d ever had of her.

  I was sixteen, and I saw her at the beach sitting on the sand while her sisters flirted with a bunch of guys.

  She’d sat there looking on in her little bikini. She never saw me looking, or I knew she would have looked back too. She couldn’t have looked more out of place if she’d tried because she really was so different from her sisters.

  With that pure beauty on her pale skin, the sun washed over her, and I’d thought of walking right up to her and kissing her. I wouldn’t say anything or do anything. We’d just kiss.

  Something as simple as a kiss wasn’t my style even back then. I lost my virginity at fifteen to a girl who was about to leave for college, and that was the moment I snapped and became the Cole people knew and feared.

  I wasn’t the kind of guy sweet Vanessa should have obsessing over her, but I never stopped.

  Now I could see I was right to be obsessed.

  I was so obsessed with being with this woman that I didn’t care about anything besides being with her right now. Having her right now.

  Satisfying my curiosity of being with her and satisfying my need to have her.

  I didn’t mean to keep stopping to look at her, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to remember too.

  I wanted to go slow and savor it.

  That was a hard thing to do with the savage beast inside compelling me to unleash and fuck her the way I wanted to. It was hard to tame the primal instinct to do so, and remember this was her first time.

  She already seemed so fragile in my arms, like the delicate being from ten years ago, and I knew at some point I’d have to hurt her once I was inside her.

  As badly as I wanted her and as badly as I wanted to be inside her, I didn’t want to hurt her.

  That just meant I had to play with her a little longer. More foreplay, more her.

  “You like that, goddess?” I whispered over her skin. There weren’t enough names on this earth for her. Sweetheart, baby, goddess, angel, muse, divine, perfect.

  Mine.

  They were all her and more.

  “I do,” she answered in a breathy voice.

  “Want more?”

  “I want more.” Her bright green eyes held mine. The need in them for me to take her fueled my need too.

  More… yes, I’d give her more.

  I returned to her sweet pussy, licking at the sweet nectar that poured from her. Lapping and inhaling the intoxicating scent of her. She tasted sweet and smelled sweet. And it wasn’t just that part of her; it was everywhere. From her lips, the delicious nipples on the globes of her breasts, the flat plane of her stomach, her thighs, her legs, the lips of her pussy. Her.

  I got drunk on all of it.

  I got drunk on her in a way that shocked
me because I didn’t know it was possible for me to be this way over one woman.

  Fucking hell, I would have been shocked to death if anyone told me I would be like this.

  I indulged again, tasting, and she reached to hold my hand on her thighs as another orgasm gripped her. In the moment, I was torn between the sight of her and the touch of her hand on mine. Her fingers laced through mine as she moaned, and again I had to look at her.

  I’d never asked if she’d done anything like this before, but I was guessing she hadn’t when she said she hadn’t done anything much. That just made me feel more privileged to have all of her and be her first to touch her here too, and taste her.

  I did my best to read into her reaction to see what she liked, what she enjoyed as she writhed against me. She squeezed my hand and called my name, and that did it for me. Control slipped big time. As in I had none left.

  I swallowed hard and stilled my breathing to calm the buzz that surged through me.

  I grabbed the condom, and she watched me with wide eyes when I shrugged out of my boxers and she saw my cock.

  I could almost read the worried look on her face when she saw it.

  “Oh,” she breathed, and I wasn’t sure if she knew she’d said that out loud.

  I was big and would normally take pride in how hung I was, but I guessed to her that might not have been a good thing.

  “Don’t worry. It will fit.” I smirked. Had to say that.

  I sheathed myself with the condom and returned to her.

  “Ready?” I asked.

  “I’m ready,” she breathed.

  Me too.

  I spread her thighs wider, pushing her knees up, then gripping the base of my cock to tease her folds open.

  I parted her delicate folds with one bold stroke, loving the sound that hummed from her lips and the soft pink color of her skin.

  “This might hurt a little,” I warned her, and she tensed. “I promise you’ll feel amazing straight after though.”

  “You promise?” she asked nervously.