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

by Khardine Gray

  We said nothing more to each other.

  We just left.

  Chapter 15

  Cole

  We drove back to the hotel in silence.

  Except for the occasional glance she cast my way, we both stared ahead the whole journey.

  The silence was there, but the chemistry mingling with the insane attraction was overwhelming. I observed the silence just to feel that.

  I took her hand again when she got out of the car and led her to my room.

  As I locked the door behind us, it was like we just stepped back into the reality we’d created last night.

  Like we’d created a world of our own in this room.

  Just like last night, I watched her walk into the room and stop at the center near the white Persian rug.

  I loved what she wore today. A simple peach camisole top that looked striking against her skin and the dark mass of hair.

  Her mini skirt hugged her hips, and the little ballerina pumps on her feet made her look like a doll.

  She turned and looked at me, lips pressed together.

  I set my bag down and my jacket next to it, then I made my way to her and ran my finger over the smooth skin of her cheek. Flawless skin of silk scattered my nerves.

  As I watched the soft rose color flush of her cheeks, I had to wonder what on earth she’d done to me.

  “I like here,” I said to her. They were the first words I’d spoken in the half an hour it took for us to get here.

  “My cheek?” She tried to bite back a smile.

  “Yes, your cheek. And here.” I ran my finger over the elegant line of her neck.

  “Cole, you brought me here to tell me that?” She smiled.

  I leaned in close. “I brought you here to tell you that your cheek and neck and the rest of your body are staying with me again tonight.”

  “Really? That sounds like a picking apart game,” she said playfully.

  I pressed my face against hers. “Oh no, no, no, Vanessa. No more games today.”

  “What about my mind?” She brushed her nose over mine.

  “It’s included. I’m saying you’re staying with me, and when morning comes, I’ll have you in my bed again, so don’t you dare leave.”

  She glanced up at me. “Wasn’t I supposed to leave this morning?”

  “No.” Simple answer that stunned her.

  “You never said.”

  “I’m saying it now.”

  She shuffled, and I released her. “Okay. So, I’m here again. What are you going to do to me?”

  Perfect question. Definitely the perfect question.

  I pulled her to me, lifted the hem of her top, and pulled it up and over her head.

  “First, I’ll dirty you up all over again,” I told her as I undid her bra. I lowered my mouth to suck her nipples as I moved the lace away from her beautiful breasts. I loved the little moan that hummed from her lips and the way she ran her fingers through my hair, encouraging me to continue.

  “Then I’ll lick you clean in the shower,” I promised, licking at the tips of her right nipple while I unhooked the button at the side of her skirt. We both watched the skirt float down to her feet.

  She wore black lace panties today. These had a little pink bow on the jagged edge resting on her hip. It looked sexy as hell on her.

  I went to take them off, but she backed away from me, teasing me with a little laugh. Her standing before me with her gorgeous breasts on show, bobbling as she moved, completely comfortable in front of me and with her body.

  I loved that.

  “You tease. Come back here.” I reached for her, and she tugged on my shirt.

  “This comes off,” she demanded.

  “You don’t like my shirt? Woman, this is my football shirt. And number 12 is my lucky number.” I pointed to my player number.

  “I don’t care. Take it off along with everything else.”

  This was nice, and my interest was definitely piqued.

  This wasn’t the shy, nervous being I’d had in my arms last night.

  “Yes, ma’am.” I smiled, releasing her.

  She watched me with a delightful look on her face when I pulled off my shirt and shrugged out of my pants. I left my boxers on.

  “Do I look okay?”

  She chuckled. “You’re asking me that? You know you look more than okay. Didn’t you see the congregation of admiring Cole Buchanan fans?”

  “I saw you,” I confessed.

  “Me? All those women, and you saw me?” She looked at me with disbelief.

  “All I saw was you. And guess what?”

  “What?”

  I reached for her again. “We’re talking way too much.”

  She went to answer, but I swallowed her words with a kiss. She kissed me back, and I teased her tongue with mine, stroking hers while I played with her nipples. Stroking the diamond-hard peaks while I held them between my thumb and forefinger.

  I sucked hard on her tongue, making her moan as I tasted the sweetness of her, then I amplified it by tugging on her bottom lip. She pressed back to me and tugged on mine too. When she did it, the effect shot a bolt of arousal straight to my cock, making me want her more than I already did.

  God damn, the strain actually made my knees buckle, just from that.

  I moved with her to the wall and pinned her against it, pressing my erection into her abdomen.

  Her eyes filled with a sexy, sensual flame of desire as she looked at me.

  “Time to get you dirty and add to the curriculum.”

  “Curriculum?” she asked with narrowed eyes.

  “Yes, last night was lesson one. This is lesson two. It’s a lot more adventurous than lesson one.”

  “In what ways?”

  Time to shock her again. I leaned close to her ear, tugged on the little lobe holding the tiny diamond stud, and whispered into her ear.

  “I get to fuck you properly.”

  Her eyes snapped open, her lips parted, and her face colored with a fierce crimson that looked sexy on her. She turned her face so she could look at me, but I had other things in mind.

  I crouched down and took off her panties, sliding them down her legs and taking off her shoes too. Then I brought her hips to meet my face so I could lick over the bare skin of her pelvis. Silky smooth, and perfectly bare. Perfect for the indulgence I had in mind.

  I ran my tongue over it then forced her delicious pussy lips open so I could stick my tongue deep inside to taste her. I wanted to refresh my memory of last night.

  I wanted to remember last night and have it again.

  “Cole.” She cooed my name and ran her fingers through my hair. “Nug…uhhh.” She winced.

  I didn’t want her to come just yet. That would be for later. I wanted her to feel so aroused she’d have multiple orgasms once I was buried deep inside her. I wasn’t done just yet though. I needed to taste her for just a little longer.

  I pushed my face further up inside her, licking over the hard nub of her clit. Giving her short strokes backward and forward and just enough to drive her wild but not send her over the edge. Last night, I’d tried to memorize how her body worked. What it liked, what it loved.

  I moved away from her, leaving her gasping.

  I grabbed a condom from the nightstand, stepped out of my boxers, and shoved it on my cock. Her eyes were glued to me the whole time.

  She thought I was going to take her over to the bed like I had last night. That would come last. Last night, I’d made sure she was comfortable.

  Today was about wild fun.

  She gasped when I turned her to face the wall. What I wanted was her gorgeous ass.

  “Lesson two will now begin. Any questions?” I gave her a wild smile when she looked back to me.

  She smiled back, shook her head and pressed her hands against the wall when I took hold of her hips. She was so wet and ready for me that I managed to slide right in even though she was still quite tight. It just wasn’t the viselike tightness her p
assage had held last night.

  Feeling her walls constrict and pulse around my cock made every cell erupt inside me, and I started pumping straightaway, allowing instinct to guide my moves.

  I bit back a groan as she arched her back and moaned out loud in pure pleasure. Then I allowed the wild sexual rhythm to drive my pumps into her.

  Her hair fell forward over her face as I started pounding harder and fucking her the way I’d wanted to last night. Her raspy breaths and strained cries only driving me harder.

  She then cried out as the first orgasm tore through her. It made her walls grip my cock in a painful clasp.

  Then, fuck, I lost control as my own climax simmered in my balls. The tingle at the base of my spine set me ablaze. I lost the control I thought I’d have and started rutting into her in a pure rush of possessive need. It was like I had to have her now.

  I pumped harder and faster and jackhammered into the release. As she came again, my body stiffened as the waves of pleasure poured through me into her. She threw her head back and cried out, tightening, convulsing, milking my flesh.

  I slipped my arm around her waist, holding her to me with one hand and resting my other hand on the wall above us.

  When her breathing calmed, she reached her hand up and smoothed her delicate fingers up the side of my face.

  “That was a good lesson,” she breathed.

  “It’s not over yet.”

  “Oh, good.”

  The mingle of the moonlight and the soft amber lights of the room cast a sexy glow over her naked form.

  “Cole, I feel exposed, and a little ridiculous,” Vanessa complained.

  “You don’t look ridiculous, baby.” I smirked and gave her a wicked chuckle when she pouted. “Keep your face still, goddess.”

  The little minx stuck her tongue out at me, and even that looked gorgeous.

  “I’m serious. I’ll paint you with wings on your nose,” I teased, and she laughed.

  “That would be so mean. And that would definitely look ridiculous.”

  “Exactly. So, keep still.” I was just finishing the brush strokes on her breasts.

  I was painting her. Doing a live painting. I’d never done that before and felt like a whole other experience. More adventurous.

  The idea came to me an hour ago as I’d watched her come undone in my arms again in the bed. I’d watched her give herself to me, and the fascination took me.

  I always travelled with a mini paint set. Something that I could use if I needed to destress. I got them after this one crazy time when I was younger. My team had just lost a game, and it pissed me off because there was a penalty that shouldn’t have been given. I ended painting the whole of my hotel room with dark creatures. In the end it looked like a scene from a Tim Burton film. Something like A Night Before Christmas. But darker. Scary.

  Of course, since no one knew I painted, I’d lied and said it was a fan who did it.

  To prevent any more crazy incidents like that from happening, I got a travel set that was packed separate from my football kit. Sometimes I didn’t paint. In fact, it was more often than not that I didn’t paint because I’d most likely be out partying after a game or during the break between games.

  The only thing that was missing from my kit was a good-sized canvas. This was the one time I would have needed it. I would have preferred to do an oil painting like the others I’d done of her, but my acrylics and sketch pad would have to do.

  I’d made it work because she was a sight not to be missed. Vanessa could complain all she wanted sitting there, beautiful. It was, however, the perfect picture, and I wasn’t going to miss this for the world.

  I had her sitting on the sofa by the long French window that gave us a great view of the city.

  The silky sheet was draped over her legs, but instead of hiding the good parts, the sheet did a great job of showing them off. That mass of velvet hair hung in loose graceful waves past her left shoulder. That was how it looked dried after our shower together. Her bare skin free of makeup had that pure angelic appearance women of old times had enhanced by the afterglow of wild sex.

  Wild sex with me.

  We were the angel and the devil, and like the devil I was, I wanted to capture the way the angel looked after I’d tainted her. It was something I couldn’t quite describe. Beautiful wasn’t enough of a word to use.

  It just seemed lacking.

  She remained still for the next ten minutes as I finished up. It wasn’t done yet. I had to add in more definition to the angles of her face and her breasts, just making sure she looked exactly as she did in real life.

  “Break time,” I told her, lifting my head.

  “Can I see it?” she bubbled.

  “Come here.”

  She smiled and pulled the sheet up to cover her breasts and made her way over.

  I loved the surprise and awe on her face when she saw it.

  “Oh my God.” She brought her hands up to her cheek and blushed as she stared. “Cole, that’s amazing. And, oh my God, I’m naked. There’s another naked painting of me.”

  I laughed and pulled her into my lap. She pressed her dainty hands on my chest.

  “It’s a great naked painting of you,” I told her.

  “Who will see it, Cole?” Panic filled her eyes.

  “This is for my eyes only.”

  “All that work just for your eyes only?” she asked playfully.

  “You want me to show it to the world?” I wouldn’t, but I loved doing whatever I could to bring out that color in her cheeks.

  “No, of course not. I just mean it’s a lot to just put away in your gallery.” She ran her hand across my jaw. “Cole, no one knows you do this? Unless this is part of the seduction tactics you use on your groupies to get them to stay with you.”

  I stared at her and thought about what she’d said. “No,” was the short answer.

  It was hard to live down the name I’d made for myself as a notorious playboy,.

  And live it down? Is that what I was doing here?

  With her?

  The truth was I didn’t know what I was doing. I just knew I wanted her. As to what that meant, I didn’t know. Painting wasn’t something I’d shared with any other woman.

  That didn’t escape me.

  “Apart from my mother and you, no one else knows I paint.” I laughed a slight edgy laugh. “Not even my father knew.”

  “Really? Why?”

  “He was football. All about football. If he ever knew I was doing something else that took up my brain space, as he called it, he would have skinned me alive.”

  “You’re amazing,” she breathed, and her words sparked something inside me.

  “Thank you.”

  “So, you just paint whenever you want?”

  “Not always. It helps when I’m stressed, or depressed.”

  She quirked her perfectly arched brows. “Coleridge Buchanan gets stressed and depressed?” She was right to ask me that because I always had the jovial lackadaisical attitude.

  “Coleridge Buchanan definitely gets stressed and depressed.”

  “I’m struggling to think of what could do that to you. Wrong color car? Or maybe you got standard Victoria’s Secret model and not an angel.” Although she said that in such a nonchalant manner, I knew all of that bothered her. So, I decided to be straight up with her and tell her about the most depressing time in my life. That was something I’d kept private too.

  “My mother had cancer a few years back,” I declared.

  The smile on her face fell, and genuine sadness filled her eyes. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t—”

  I kissed the words away from her lips and pulled her closer.

  “I’m sorry.” She told me again, pulling in a little breath. “It was stupid of me to say that. I’m really sorry.”

  “I know, and I didn’t tell you so you could apologize. It’s been a three-year-long battle, but she’s okay now. There was, however, a time when it was close and
I wasn’t so sure she would be. It was hard enough losing my father, but without sounding like a prick who’s choosing which parent he loves most, I don’t know what I would have done if I lost her.”

  She cupped my face, and the warmth of her fingertips sent a tingle down my spine.

  I marveled at how easy it was to talk to her.

  “I understand. I do. Thanks for sharing that with me. You….” She narrowed her eyes at me. “You’re different.”

  “Different?” I knew exactly what she meant but wanted to tease it out of her. “How?”

  She smiled at me. “You devil, you know what I mean. You do all this amazing stuff, and this is who you are, but you show a different face to the world.”

  “Like high school?”

  “Yes.” She blinked and tensed.

  “I was an ass in high school. I hated it. I hated life. I hated how my father was, and I know there was a lot I did that was unforgivable. Most of all I hated the way I treated you.”

  “It’s in the past.”

  It was. But it wasn’t forgotten. Not at all. I wondered what kind of life I could have had if I wasn’t the way I was. Or if I’d been with her.

  I had her now, and it was …

  Unreal.

  She was the first woman I’d been with who left me wanting more. Wanting more and thinking of all the things I could do to keep her with me.

  That meant something, and it was almost scary.

  I’d never lost control of my emotions the way I did when I was with her.

  It was such a shame that I’d have so much to change about myself if I truly wanted that.

  The angel and the devil.

  The problem in that scenario was exactly that. The angel would always be the angel, and the devil the devil.

  Chapter 16

  Vanessa

  The kiss turned into the kind of kiss that would lead to the bedroom.

  Except neither of our bedrooms were in close proximity.

  We were in my office, and as wild as it was, I didn’t think I could risk going in the closet with him like last time, or being as daring as when he’d stripped me naked right in the office and we’d had sex on my desk.