Neveah (Society Girls #2)

by Crystal Perkins

  I wiggle out of his embrace, and climb out of bed. I try not to wake him, but it happens anyway. “Sneaking out while it’s still dark?”

  “No,” I say turning to him with a smile. “I was just going to do my morning prayers. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

  “I’m not complaining. You’ll be back soon?”

  “I can be. You want to cuddle some more?” I ask, hoping he’ll say he wants more.

  “Exactly.”

  Well, then, there’s my answer. I’m not going to get my wish this morning. “I’ll see you soon.”

  “Mm,” is all the answer I get as he snuggles back under his comforter.

  I walk to his glorious master bath, and take care of my morning routine before heading downstairs. I grab the beautiful rug Matt bought me for traveling, and walk out into Dylan’s large backyard. He’s got a gorgeous pool, complete with waterfalls and some slides, a few open cabanas and a pool house. To the side is a large lawn and an outdoor basketball court. There’s an indoor one, too, but I haven’t seen it yet.

  I lay out my rug on the grass, and begin my morning prayer. I complete the different positions as I pray, ending in a sitting position. My mind is clear, and I feel refreshed and ready for my day. Contrary to popular belief, much of the modern Muslim world respects women, and reveres us, even. Sadly, it is the ones who use our faith for their evil who get the most attention. One day, I hope it is not so, but for now it is just something I must live with.

  I roll up my rug, and place it on the kitchen island once I walk inside. I grab a glass of water while trying to decide what to do next. Do I climb back into bed with Dylan, or do I quietly get dressed and leave? Should I make him breakfast first if I decide to leave? I just don’t know how to do this, because even though I’ve had a boyfriend or two, I haven’t had too many sleepovers.

  “I never realized a glass of water was that interesting,” Dylan tells me with a smirk as he walks into the kitchen.

  “Oh hi.”

  He raises an eyebrow. “Why do I feel like you’re nervous right now?”

  “Maybe because I am?”

  “About?”

  “I don’t usually stay over at a guy’s place. I just wasn’t sure what I should be doing.”

  “You told me you had boyfriends before. You didn’t spend the night?”

  “I did, and no, not usually.”

  “Can I ask why?”

  “Yes, you can ask,” I say, teasing him.

  “Why?”

  I gesture to my rolled up rug. “That tends to be a little awkward.”

  “You praying is awkward? How?”

  Here we go, time to put it out there. “Most guys like to forget I’m a Muslim. It makes them feel okay with dating me if they just think of me as a girl with a tan.”

  “What the fuck? I-I can’t even. I need names, Nev. Names and addresses.”

  “You’re going to go defend my honor?”

  “Damn right. If a guy wants to be with a girl, that means he wants all of her, religion included. A guy ignoring you’re a Muslim is like him ignoring your mind, or your perfect tits. It’s simply not acceptable.”

  “Only you could include my religion and brain in a sentence with my breasts,” I tell him with a laugh. A genuine laugh because he’s lightened things up for me.

  “It’s a gift, I know. Seriously, though, you are amazing. So freaking amazing. Anyone who has a problem with your faith is going to have a problem with me.”

  “My hero.”

  “When I need to be, yeah. Will you protect me, too?”

  “From what? Sex-starved women?”

  “Well, yeah, duh.”

  “I thought we were keeping this a secret.”

  “Just for now. By the time pre-season begins, I’m hoping you’ll be wearing my jersey and cheering for me as I blow you a kiss every time I make a basket.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, really.”

  “I’d like to wear your jersey, and cheer for you while you blow me kisses. I’d also like to see your basketball court sometime.”

  “Is that a metaphor?”

  I burst out laughing. “No, but I might be persuaded to do dirty things in the key.”

  “Breaking out the terms, sweetheart? That’s hot.”

  “How hot?”

  Instead of answering, he lunges for me, tossing me over his shoulder as he walks out of the room. “Hot enough for me to take you to the court.”

  “And then take me on the court.”

  “You know it.”

  He drops me back to my feet once we’re under one of the baskets on his court. I have a moment to take in how impressive it is, before he starts working some controls on the back of the goal. “Put your hands up as high as you’re comfortable with.”

  “What?”

  “Please, Nev.”

  “O-kay,” I say, raising my arms.

  When the net reaches past my fingers to my hand, it stops and he moves back around in front of me. “This is probably all kinds of cliché, but I don’t give a fuck right now. Hold onto the net, Nev. Hold on tight.”

  I nod, and feel my mouth go dry as he drops to his knees in front of me. “Take off your shirt. Please.”

  “I can do that,” he tells me.

  I grip the net tight as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of my pajama pants and pulls them down, along with my panties. My top is still on, but without a bra, I can see my nipples poking through the fabric as I look down at him. He’s sitting back on his heels, just looking at my bare skin. I fight the urge to cross my legs and cover myself, but then he looks up into my eyes.

  “Magnificent. Damn, but your pussy is magnificent.”

  I tighten my grip as he leans forward and blows on my curls. “Dylan.”

  His tongue darts out and the tip hits my swollen clit. I jolt, but then his hands are on my legs. He lifts them over his shoulders. Now all that’s holding me up are my hands on the net, and his strong shoulders. I’ve never felt so vulnerable, or so worshipped.

  His entire mouth lands on me, and I cry out. He licks me softly as he sucks. “You taste so good. So good.”

  I can only manage a moan as he continues to love me with his mouth. Minutes fly by as he keeps up with the slow pleasuring of me, which turns to torture because I’m so close, yet so far, from my orgasm. He’s doing it on purpose, keeping me just out of reach. I know it, but I can’t complain, not when it feels so good.

  I know I’m covering his face in my juices, but I can’t care about that, either. Not when he keeps murmuring about how much he likes it, loves it even. If his basketball career ever fails, he could make a fortune with his talented tongue.

  A few more minutes, and I think I can’t take it anymore. I’m about to go ahead and complain when I feel his fingers slide inside of me. I buck against his mouth as he pushes them all the way in, and hits the spot I didn’t think any man would ever find.

  Looking down, I see how much he likes it, likes me fucking his face. His eyes are almost black with desire, and he flattens his tongue against my clit as he adds a third finger. My eyes nearly roll back in my head, and I can’t control my hips any longer. I’m afraid I’m going to tear the net right off the hoop, and then it happens. He bites my clit, and I’m gone.

  I let go of the net to grab his head with my hands as I flatten my feet on the floor behind him. He goes down with me, lying on his back as I ride his face. I’m riding it like the world’s ending, my orgasm going on and on. I don’t think it will ever stop, but of course it does, and that’s when the embarrassment sets in.

  “Oh God, I’m sorry,” I say as I try to roll off him.

  “For giving me the most erotic experience of my life? You damn well better not be sorry for that.”

  “I went crazy.”

  “And it was amazing. A. Maze. Ing.” He climbs over me and turns me so I’m under him. “I almost came, it was so hot.”

  “I do believe it’s your turn to come,” I say, gain
ing some of my confidence back as I feel how hard he is between us.

  “You’re coming again too, babe.”

  “I can’t.”

  “Oh yeah, you can. I’m going to make sure of it.”

  * * *

  Dylan

  Holy hell, was that hot. I wasn’t lying to her right now—I have never experienced anything so hot before. Seeing her lose control was just…yeah. I also meant it when I said that I’m not done with her. Not by a long shot. I sit back and look at her spread out before me.

  “Take your shirt off for me. I need to see your tits.”

  She does what I ask as I grab the condoms from my shorts and toss them next to her. “I didn’t know you were a Boy Scout,” she tells me with a smirk

  “All the way to Eagle, Nev, and yeah, that means I know how to tie all the knots. We’ll play with ropes later,” I tell her as her eyes widen, and her mouth drops open. “Don’t worry, I’d never hurt you.”

  “I’m not worried,” she says in a husky voice, making me even crazier.

  I take off my shorts and throw them to the side before leaning forward to take one of her perfect nipples into my mouth. Her back arches, and yeah, I already know she’s going to come at least one more time before I do.

  I play with her nipples for a few minutes, but then it’s too much for both of us. I need to be inside of her. “You deserve a bed, but I don’t have the strength to wait any longer.”

  “You can take me to bed after you fuck me on your basketball court.”

  “Count on it.”

  I tear open one of the condoms and suit up before pulling her hips up as I kneel before her. I want to do slow, but that’s not an option this time, and hell, she did ask me to fuck her. She’s so wet that I slide all the way in. She’s tight, but so damn wet.

  “You feel so good,” she tells me. “Like you belong inside me.”

  “I do,” I say as I slide almost all the way out and then slam back in again.

  I set a punishing pace, but she’s meeting me thrust for thrust. I can feel her getting close after a couple of minutes, but I’m even closer. That is not gonna happen. She’s coming first even if it kills me, which it just might.

  “Touch yourself, play with your tits, make yourself come,” I growl out.

  Her hands go to her tits, and she starts pinching her nipples. I close my eyes because watching her is just going to make it harder for me to hold back. Another minute, and she starts to cry out. She’s saying my name over and over again and I have to hold her hips tight so I don’t slide out of her as she thrashes around me.

  I open my eyes, and see her still twisting those brown points, almost to the point of pain, and that does it for me. I growl out her name as I fill the condom, letting her pussy milk me as we both come down.

  “Oh my God. Dylan. I…wow.”

  “That pretty much sums it up,” I say, as I wrap the condom and toss it aside.

  She pulls me back on top of her and kisses me hard. “Now we go to back to bed?”

  “Maybe we should shower first.”

  “Oh yeah. I want suck you off in that big shower of yours.”

  “Not gonna say no to that,” I tell her. “Never gonna say no to that.”

  “Duly noted.”

  All I can think about as I stand and help her up is that I’m so glad it’s Saturday and she doesn’t have to work. That, and the fact that I wish I could take her out to the pool, or the grass. If only I didn’t have my unwanted guest in the pool house. But I do, and so the fun’s going to have to stay indoors for now. And it’s definitely going to be fun.

  Chapter 7

  Neveah

  It’s Sunday night, and I’m feeling a little melancholy, although I’m trying not to show it. Dylan told me last week that he had to fly back to Chicago for some work stuff tomorrow. At the time, I told him it was fine. That was before he rocked my world—and my body—over and over again for the past two days. We’ve talked, and cuddled, but yeah, it was mostly just a two day sex-athon. Right now, I’m hanging out in one of his t-shirts while I wait for him to come back from picking up dinner.

  “Sushi’s here,” he says, walking into the kitchen with some bags.

  “Yum,” I tell him as I lean forward and give him a kiss.

  When I pull back, I see his eyes have darkened, but he looks shy at the same time. I tilt my head, silently asking him what’s up.

  “Would you do something for me? Something kinky?”

  “That all depends on how kinky we’re talking.”

  He bites his lip. “I’d like to eat my sushi off of you, and then eat you.”

  Oh. “Yes, please.”

  I hop up on the counter and take off his shirt, folding it up so I can make a little pillow for myself. Then I wait for direction. “I am the luckiest man alive.”

  “Don’t forget it, Gallagher.”

  “I won’t.”

  He lays me down, and positions me so my legs are hanging over the edge of the island before reaching into one of the bags and pulling out the trays of sushi. He puts mine in the fridge, and places his next to me, opening it up. My nipples perk up when the first roll is placed between them. Then he places one on my belly button, and one right above my mound.

  “If I wasn’t worried about the Cloud or hacking, I would take a picture of you like this. You look so damn sexy.”

  “You make me feel okay with lying here naked in front of you.”

  “I’m going to make you feel more than okay soon,” he promises, leaning over to take the first roll in his mouth.

  He chews a few times, swigs some of the bottle of beer he pulls from the other bag, and bends over to dart his tongue over my nipples before standing again. He runs his hand down my body, swirling his fingers around the roll over my belly button. I have to fight not to squirm as he looks me in the eye. “I swear that tasted better coming off you than it ever has by itself.”

  “You say the sweetest things.”

  He smirks and runs his tongue across my side before picking up the next roll with his mouth. He repeats the chewing and the beer, and then puts his mouth over the last one, sucking hard on my skin before taking it in his mouth. I start to get up, but he holds up a hand while he swallows.

  “Where are you going? I haven’t had dessert yet?”

  He circles the island and drops his head between my legs. Thirty minutes, and three orgasms later—two for me, and one for him—he feeds me my own dinner while I sit on his lap. I want to hold onto him, and not let go. I feel like this is our last night together forever, and not just for tonight. I know it’s irrational, but I can’t help it.

  “I wish I didn’t have to leave tomorrow.”

  “Me too. You have the cologne ad, and the local charity stuff, right?” I ask between bites.

  “Yep. The kids’ mini-camp and one gala.”

  “You look handsome in a tux. I mean, you look great in everything, but you were wearing a tux when we met, so that will always be my favorite.”

  “Now you’re the one saying the sweet things.”

  “Can I text you once a day?” I ask, wanting more but not sure if it’s okay to ask for it.

  His eyebrows shoot up, and my heart sinks. “Only once? I’m going to be blowing up your phone with texts, calls, video chats—basically whatever you’ll answer.”

  “I thought you might be too busy for me to bug you.”

  “Bug me? The only thing that might bug me is if my girlfriend only texts me once a day, or doesn’t text me at all.”

  “I’m going to miss you.”

  “And my guns. Admit it. You love my biceps and my southern gun, too.”

  “You’re so ridiculous sometimes.”

  “Yeah, but you love me.”

  I freeze for a moment, but decide to just go for it. “I do. I love you, Dylan.”

  “I love you too, Nev,” he says with no hesitation.

  I lean forward and kiss him. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

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p; “I’m going to say it several times a day, so be prepared.”

  “I’ll never get tired of hearing it.”

  “I love you, Neveah.”

  “But you need me to leave so you can get ready.” He starts to protest, but I put my hand over his mouth. “I have to study, and get some sleep before work tomorrow.”

  “You could study and sleep here.”

  “If I stay here, the only thing I’ll be studying is your anatomy, and I won’t be sleeping.”

  “I find nothing wrong with that.”

  “Nor do I, but the Corrigan ladies may not feel the same.”

  “You could quit, and be my love slave.”

  “Tempting, but I’ll have to pass.”

  “Can’t fault a guy for trying.”

  “Or a girl for refusing.”

  “Will you pick me up from the airport?”

  “Do I get to actually meet you inside?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

  He closes his eyes. “There might be press. I should just meet you here.”

  “Sure. Just text me when you get in,” I say, moving away and jumping off the counter, trying and failing to hide my disappointment.

  “Soon. We’ll go public soon, I promise.”

  “Okay.”

  It’s not okay, though. I can’t help but feel hurt that he won’t be seen with me. At the same time, I know I should feel relieved. I’m not supposed to be splashed all over the news and tabloids. I had to go and fall for a basketball player, and not just a bench riding rookie. Oh no, I fell for the current league MVP, the bad boy of the NBA. Now I just have to figure out how to make this work.

  * * *

  Dylan

  “Why was she here all weekend?” I get asked the moment I step into the pool house.

  Nev left a few minutes ago, and I’m feeling grumpy, so I choose to bait my keeper instead of just giving a simple answer. “Why do you think?”