The Next Play: Part Four
the play series | book 1 | part 4
Rhyannon Byrd
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Copyright © 2018 by Rhyannon Byrd
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Contents
Other Titles in the PLAY Series
About the Story
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
Next in the PLAY Series
Triple Play
A Thank You from Rhyannon
About the Author
Also by Rhyannon Byrd
Other Titles in the PLAY Series
Triple Play
The Next Play: Part One
The Next Play: Part Two
The Next Play: Part Three
About the Story
HOW MUCH?
As Jonah’s past keeps working to drive a wedge between him and the woman he loves, trust becomes a greater struggle for them both. He swears he can see his future shining in Jocelyn’s beautiful green eyes every single time she looks at him, but how much will she be able to take before it all slips through his fingers?
This is his woman, his family, and his one shot at happiness.
No way in hell is he going down without a fight.
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Note: The books must be read in sequential order, so please start with The Next Play: Part One.
CHAPTER ONE
All he knew was that he’d found his slice of heaven.
And he never wanted to leave.
My God, Jonah thought, pushing himself up onto his elbows. To move away from this woman right now would probably be the end of me.
He took in another rough breath as he stared down into Jocelyn’s flushed, beautiful face, and couldn’t believe that it’d happened. That they’d made love. Fucked. Screwed like their very lives depended on it. Whatever you wanted to call it, he knew it was the best he’d ever had. Knew that nothing else in his life had ever even come close.
And then it hit him, the way it had played out. The fact that he’d finally gotten inside the woman who’d reached into his chest and laid claim to his once bruised and battered heart—owning him all the way down to his soul—only to lose his legendary control and blow his load within a minute.
Sixty goddamn seconds!
With a low groan on his lips, he dropped his head forward, unable to decide if he was more angry or embarrassed. “Shit. I fucked up.”
She blinked up at him. “What? What are you talking about?”
“I lasted like a minute,” he muttered, so disgusted with himself he wanted to kick his own ass. “What the hell is wrong with me?”
The softness of her expression got even softer; the smile on her lips the sweetest he’d ever seen. “Don’t be crazy. You were amazing.”
“Oh, yeah?” he asked, feeling his own lips twitch into a smile. It was impossible to stay irritated, even with himself, when he had Jocelyn Brenna right where he wanted her, needed her, and she was looking up at him like he was someone who mattered. Someone who was worth more than his big dick and his even bigger bank account.
She was looking at him like he actually meant something to her, something important, and… Christ, it was the best damn feeling in the world.
“To be honest,” she murmured, “I love that you lost control. It just makes it that much more special.”
Heat shot through his body, making his cock jerk with excitement, the heavy shaft already starting to harden again.
Her green eyes went wide as she felt him getting thicker inside her, since he still hadn’t pulled out, and she gave a quiet, husky laugh. “And unless I’m imagining things, I have a feeling you’re not exactly done.”
“We’re, baby. We’re not done.” And then, “We’ll never be done.”
He pushed up just a little higher on his arms and lowered his head, needing to take her in. To soak in the sight of her in his bed, sprawled beneath his body. She still wore the “fuck me” heels and lingerie, but the bra was pulled down on one side, revealing an exquisite, pink-tipped breast, the black lace panties in tatters from where he’d torn out the crotch.
She looked like something out of a dream, panting and needy and hungry for him, and as he brought his heavy-lidded gaze back to hers, he could have sworn his dick somehow got even bigger than before, the skin on his shaft so stretched it burned. Then she reached up with both hands and gently brushed the damp strands of his hair back from his forehead, the way she was looking at him so incredibly beautiful it was breathtaking, and he felt like his heart was about to pound its way right through his chest. Words sizzled on the tip of his tongue, needing to be said, the emotion building inside him too powerful to control.
But instead of finally telling the woman that he was madly in love with her, Jonah found himself kissing her again, his tongue pushing into Jocelyn’s mouth like he owned it, desperate for her taste—for her hot, womanly sweetness—and the impossibly perfect way that she kissed him back.
In that moment, he trusted his body more than he trusted his voice, though even his body was reeling from her effect on him. His arms were shaking as he broke the kiss and straightened them, his chest heaving like he’d been running a race. He braced himself over her as he carefully pulled back his hips, loving the way her tender cunt fought to hold him inside, and it took everything he had not to shove himself back in and fuck the hell out of her. She might have a kid, but her lush body was damn near virginal, and as badly as he needed to take her again, he knew that the right move was to give her some recovery time.
But that didn’t mean he couldn’t make her feel good while he waited. And that’s exactly what he wanted this night to be about: Jocelyn feeling good, steeped in pleasure, until she’d come so many times she finally collapsed in his arms, exhausted but smiling.
With that single, brilliant goal in mind, Jonah slid her a wicked look as he stretched out along her left side and moved one hand to the side of her throat. He brushed the pad of his thumb over the sensitive skin beneath her chin, then trailed his hand lower, loving the way she quivered from his touch.
Stroking his callused hand along the curve of her waist, he leaned down and pressed his face into the soft flesh of her belly, tracing his tongue over the spray of freckles just beneath her navel, then worked his way over to the ones on her side that looked like the constellation Cassiopeia. Impatiently stripping the tattered panties down her legs, he tossed them aside as he pulled in a deep breath, unable to get enough of the way she smelled, so warm and delicious. And so wet to the touch it made his mouth water.
He watched her eyes as he pushed two long fingers into her small, swollen opening, her pussy so tight he was amazed she’d been able to
take his cock. But, God, had she taken him. So perfectly, it’d nearly destroyed him, her cushiony sheath the most breathtaking thing he’d ever felt. Snug, slick, and endlessly soft.
Twisting his wrist, he worked a third finger into her, giving them to her hard and deep, and she gave a soft cry that somehow made his dick even thicker, the way she tightened around his fingers telling him she was close. Setting the pad of his thumb against her clit, he rubbed it in slow, deliberate circles, watching the pleasure build in her beautiful body, her limbs shivering and her creamy skin warming to a rosy shade of pink.
“Give it to me,” he husked, the tiny pulses around his fingers getting stronger. “Right now, Jace. Let me feel it. Let me feel all of it.”
“Jonah!” she gasped, crying out as the orgasm suddenly slammed into her, and he pulled his fingers free, replacing them with his tongue.
“Fuck yeah,” he growled, shoving his face against her juicy mound as he quickly moved between her legs, eating her out like his life depended on how much of her sweet, slippery release he could swallow. She tasted so fucking good it was insane, making him ravenous, her body writhing as she slipped down his throat like a hot, rich spill of honey.
And what made it even hotter was the fact that he could taste himself in her too. It was the most primal thing Jonah had ever experienced, as if he’d marked her in some visceral, animalistic way; one he’d had no idea would be so damn satisfying. But, then, it was all because of the woman. Because of Jocelyn. Because she was meant to be marked as his, every bit as much as he was meant to be marked as hers.
Going wild on her, he sucked and licked at her juicy pussy with the ferocity of a starved beast. She screamed as her back arched, her legs coming up to clamp around his head, and with a guttural laugh on his lips, he had to grip her behind her knees to keep them spread as he ate his fill, feasting like a motherfucking king.
By the time he finally lifted his head, she was completely spent. Boneless. Her arms and legs were spread wide, her chest heaving so hard it made her breasts sway, and her pink little sex was so swollen and glistening he just wanted to dive back in.
But she needs a second to catch her breath, so cool it, he silently lectured himself, his heavy gaze glued to her as he lifted up onto his knees and ran a hand over his wet chin, unable to believe how perfect she was. Watching her as closely as he was, he knew the exact moment she came back, her legs stiffening, fingers searching for the edge of the sheet as she patted the bed beside her. When she found it, she started to pull it over her as she opened her eyes, but he caught her wrist, pressing it back to the bed as he braced himself over her on his other arm.
“Uh-uh,” he told her. “Not that again.”
She made a soft sound of frustration. “Jonah, come on.”
“No,” he argued. “You need to open your eyes and see what I see.”
“I do see what you see,” she shot back. “I still have baby weight to get rid of and I haven’t hit a gym since… Ugh, I can’t even remember.”
He shook his head. “So?”
“So?” Her brows lifted. “Have you ever looked in a mirror? You’re like solid muscle. All carved and cut and totally ripped.”
“And you’re soft and sweet and so fucking beautiful it kills me,” he grated, meaning every word. “Fucking slays me, Jocelyn.”
“Jonah.”
“I’m serious, sweetheart.” He placed his hand on the side of her throat again, his thumb rubbing against her creamy, silky skin. Then he moved it lower, stroking over her collarbone and chest, until a pink-tipped breast filled his palm. “I don’t get why you would ever be self-conscious of your body. You smell incredible. You taste incredible. You look incredible. You’re the best I’ve ever had, Jace. By far. Nothing else even comes close.”
She whispered his name again, the shiver that ran through her telling him she felt the same. The knowledge was so fucking sweet, he couldn’t resist leaning down and licking one of her plump nipples, before working his way lower. He flicked his tongue across her navel, then lower still, until he was opening his mouth over her lush cunt again, his taste buds completely addicted to the flavor of her.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” So mouthwatering, he wanted to have the taste of her on his tongue every minute of every day. “I can’t get enough. Just want to stay right where I am, forever.”
“Not gonna happen,” she teased, making a low sound that was part laugh/part moan. “I want you back inside me. Now.”
Need shuddered through him like a quake, even as his hands fisted in the sheet beneath her and his voice turned gruff with restraint. “God, woman, don’t tempt me.”
“Wait, what?” She braced herself on her elbows, her smooth forehead creased with an adorable frown of confusion as she stared down at him. “What’s going on? Why are you suddenly holding out on me?”
“Because as much as I enjoy the thought of fucking you till you can’t even walk,” he groaned, turning his head to press a kiss against the soft skin on her inner thigh, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Oh.” He flicked his gaze back up just in time to catch the determined smile that touched her lips. “Well, I’m tougher than I look.”
“I’m serious,” he grunted. “You’ll be sore as hell if we go at it again right now.”
“Maybe, but I don’t care. You’re worth it.” She reached down and cupped her hand against the side of his face, the way she was looking at him nearly as mind-blowing as her words. “You’re more than worth it, Mr. Cartwright.”
“Shit,” he growled, rising back over her with one hand on his dick to guide him in place, the emotion in her beautiful eyes shattering his resistance. “I can’t not be fucking you when you say things like that and look at me that way. It drives me crazy.”
“In a good way?” she asked, gripping on to his biceps like she intended to hold on tight for the ride.
“In the best of ways,” he told her, keeping his hooded gaze on hers as he rammed inside her. She cried out, even though he’d only gone halfway in, and Jonah ground his molars as he forced himself to slow down. Struggling for control, he carefully pulled his hips back, then fed his thick shaft back into her, inch by slick inch, the fist-tight depths of her cunt nearly pulling the cum right out of him. But he locked his jaw and forced himself to hold it together, determined to make it last this time.
“You feel so amazing,” she moaned, watching him through her long lashes.
“Christ, Jace. I’m feeling things… I don’t even know how to explain it. All I know is that you’ve ruined me. Fucking destroyed me,” he ground out, the wet sound of his cock moving in and out of her as he started to thrust in heavy, grinding lunges the sexiest damn thing he’d ever heard. He took her so hard and deep it was like he was trying to brand her, laying claim to her—and Jonah knew that the darkest, most primal part of his nature actually was.
Reaching down, he caught her behind her left knee and lifted it up, the new position changing the angle of his thrusts so that he could give her that last broad inch of his shaft. He started moving even harder then, slamming into the end of her, every second even better than the last. He was literally worshipping her with his body, every part of him hers, and he knew he’d never felt anything so right and raw and real in his entire life.
“Jonah!” she gasped, her eyes squeezing closed as her head shot back, and she came so hard that she screamed, the sharp cry nearly drowned out by his own guttural roar as he buried his head in the pillow beside hers and unloaded on a brutal downstroke. He shuddered and cursed, erupting inside her in such a violent rush he could feel it spilling out against his balls and thighs as he ground against her, stirring his steaming cock in her creamy, flooded depths.
“There’s so much of my cum inside you now,” he groaned, “it’s gonna be dripping out all night long. God, that’s hot.”
“We’re making a massive wet spot on the bed.” Her voice was soft…breathless, and he swore he could hear a little smile in her huskily s
poken words. “Not that I’m complaining.”
Bracing himself on an elbow, Jonah caught her pleasure-heavy gaze as he reached down between their bodies. Sliding his fingers through the juicy mix of their orgasms, he stroked her swollen labia, his cock still stretching her delicate flesh impossibly wide. “I love being with you like this, Jace.”
She blinked at his use of the “L” word, and the next thing he knew she’d curled her hands behind his neck and was pulling him back down to her. Her lips were warm and sweet as she brushed them across his, the kiss as tender as it was intimate. He could have stayed like that for hours, with his mouth glued to hers, his damp fingers trailing up her sensitive side as she shivered beneath him. But then she groaned against his lips, sounding like she was in pain.
“What’s wrong?” He pulled out and moved to her side, staring down at her with concern. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, no, not at all,” she hurried to assure him. “I just remembered that I left my bag downstairs and it’s got my phone in it. I need to go and grab it really quick, in case Rey needs to reach me.”
“Stay put,” he murmured with relief, leaning down to brush another kiss across her rosy mouth. “I’ll grab your bag and bring it up with our dinner.”
Her green eyes brightened as she laughed. “Ohmygod, food sounds so good right now. I’m starving.”
“Mmm. Me too.” He kissed his way down her throat and chest, until he’d taken one plump nipple between his lips again, stroking it with his tongue.
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