Hooked

by A. M. Hargrove

  Mark has been sitting here listening in, but he perks up and asks, “Do you mind if I ask you something?”

  “Not at all,” Wade answers.

  “Why’d you leave your other golfer?”

  Wade stiffens. “I’ll be honest, but I can’t tell you much because I signed an NDA. Let’s just say we had a huge difference of opinions that involved moral ethics.”

  “I see.” A gigantic grin covers Mark’s face. I think Wade and I will get along just fine.

  “One thing, Wade. Do you know who my coach is?”

  “Yeah, Randy?”

  “Uh-huh. He tries to interfere a little too much in my personal life. I want to make sure that doesn’t happen between us.”

  Wade shakes his head. “What you do off the course is your business. However, if it is unethical, I will be obliged to resign.”

  Waving my hand, I say, “You won’t have a thing to worry about in that regard.”

  “Good to know.”

  We all stand and walk toward the door. “So, what time do you want to meet in the morning?” Wade asks.

  “Eight is good. They have a breakfast in the clubhouse for the players and all the guests.”

  “Sounds great. I’ll see you there.” A round of handshaking takes place, and then he leaves.

  Mark smiles, saying, “This couldn’t have turned out any better for you.”

  “Right? Although I’m pretty sure it’s not the way Justin planned.”

  Mark bursts out laughing. “Not at all. That guy has nothing but air between his ears. He was going to plop his ass down over there while the two of you chatted up business. And he didn’t see anything wrong with that.”

  “I know. Wade was pretty damn funny about all that, too. You’re not upset about not being my caddie, are you?”

  He grabs me and pulls me into the circle of his arms. “Not at all. I’m happy for you. Wade is exactly what you need. But I need to talk to you about something. Rhoades wants to meet me for dinner.”

  I can’t begrudge him this. He has his career, and he can’t let it slide away because of me. I need to figure out how to deal with this. “Okay, when?”

  “I told him I needed to work it around your schedule. He really wants you to come, but I explained how tied up with everything you were.”

  My heart just melted, like a Hershey’s Kiss on a hot summer’s day. He’s putting me first, and I have to ask myself if it’s really fair.

  “Maybe I can somehow work it out to go with you. Like after Sunday, since that’s when the gala is. From then on we’ll be done. What if we stayed Monday and met them that night for dinner? Would that work?”

  “I can check, but this is your weekend, not mine.”

  “It’s not like that. We’re a team, Mark, and we need to start looking at it like that. Some days it’ll be impossible for me to be there for you, but I can work this out, if Rhoades is willing to do it.”

  “He did want his wife to join us, so maybe he’ll go for Monday.”

  Smiling, I lean in for a kiss. “And that would give us an extra day here, just to relax.”

  “I’d like that.”

  He nuzzles my neck and hits that spot, the one that makes me want to drop my panties and scream. But damn, if there isn’t another knock on the door.

  “Riley, open up. You’ve had enough time alone.” It’s Ryder. “Crap.”

  “Can’t blame him for wanting to hang out with his sister.”

  “I want to get laid, though.”

  “Want me to tell them to give us a few?” he asks.

  “No,” I pout as I go to open the door.

  Ryder barrels into the room, followed by Gina. “What has you frowning?” He wants to know.

  “Too many interruptions. First Justin and now you.”

  “Justin? What the hell did he want?”

  Then I grin. “I got a new caddie. His name is Wade.” I go into the whole damn story, and by the time I finish, Ryder wants to know if I’m hungry. I am, but not for food.

  Mark says, “Yeah, let’s go eat.”

  As we’re heading down the elevator, I remind him to call Rhoades.

  “Who?” Ryder asks.

  “We’ll tell you at dinner.” We walk into the restaurant, and who is sitting there? None other than Randy and Justin.

  Gina asks, “Do you want to leave?”

  “And go where? This is the only restaurant in the hotel. And I’m fine.”

  Mark puts his arm around me as we are escorted past their table to ours. Randy stops me and says, “I hear you got yourself a new, more qualified caddie.”

  This burns my ass but good. “Yes, Randy, but Mark was doing me a huge favor, out of the kindness of his heart. You seem to keep forgetting that.” Mark’s fingers give my waist a squeeze.

  “Maybe, maybe not.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask.

  “What that means is, perhaps he had ulterior motives.”

  “Such as?” Mark asks.

  “You don’t have to ask me that. You should know, since they’re yours,” Randy says.

  “Okay, I’ve had enough of this. Randy, you treat me as though I’m twelve.”

  “Riley, this man is going to ruin you, if you let him.”

  “I think you have it all wrong. You’re going to ruin me, if I let you. Randy, if this doesn’t stop, I may be forced to find a new coach.”

  “You don’t mean that.”

  “Yes, I do. I’m tired of all the underhanded comments. Just stop.”

  We get to our table. Ryder and Gina didn’t see or hear what happened, as they were in front of us. As soon as we get there, Ryder asks, “What the hell happened?”

  When he hears the whole story, he wants to deliver a couple of well-aimed punches to two guys. “Randy’s being a dumbass.”

  “That’s because he’s been hanging around Justin, listening to him run his stupid mouth. And that makes no sense to me because he never really cared for the man.”

  “Randy doesn’t like me is why he’s doing that. So, what are you going to do?” Mark asks.

  “If Randy doesn’t stop, I’ll start the search for a new coach. I can’t deal with this anymore. I have too much on my plate as it is. The problem is, most of them are in Florida and aren’t flexible about coming up to North Carolina. That could be problematic for me. But I’ll figure it out. ”

  Mark reaches for my hand, and it’s nice to know he’s here. But after all the years I’ve spent with Randy, his behavior toward Mark stings like a mother. Justin swayed him, and his loyalty should’ve been with me.

  MARK

  “Why don’t we take a walk?” I suggest.

  “Are you serious? I’ve walked all day.”

  “I know, but it’s a nice night. And we only have a few more left.”

  I take her hand. She tugs a little against me, but it’s only halfheartedly. The night air is like a balm, and with her hand in mine, the possibilities of the future seem endless. And what am I thinking? Future? Is it too soon? I push the thoughts away as we head out the back, and all the noise of the clubhouse disappears.

  “Where are you taking me?”

  Her voice is sexy as hell, and my dick stirs in my pants.

  “Like I said, for a walk.”

  She stops. “It’s a beautiful night, but honestly, Mark, I’m tired. I just want to curl in bed next to you.”

  There is promise in her words, one I’m counting on.

  “Then I’ll have to carry you.”

  I scoop her up in my arms to squeals of her delight. My destination isn’t far. The only hole with enough cover that’s not marsh is the first one. A small line of trees is to the left of that, and I step past the tree line. I set her down, and she immediately surveys the area as if she hadn’t paid attention as I carried her here.

  “Why are we here?”

  But she knows. The way she says it is almost a playful challenge.

  “I think you know why.”

 
Her voice goes husky, perking my dick up further.

  “Tell me then,” she says.

  Her arms cross over her chest, lifting her perfect breasts. My mouth waters at the sight.

  “This is where it all started today,” I begin.

  “What started?”

  “My dick. All day, I’ve been hard watching you play. I could hardly think outside of wanting to toss you to the ground and fucking you hard.”

  Her brow lifts in a perfect arch.

  “Is that so?”

  I take her hand and press it to my cock, which is like a lead pole in my pants.

  “What do you want me to do about it?” she slyly says.

  So many things come to mind. All day I’ve pictured her naked and me inside her.

  “I want you to get on your knees and blow me.” I expect a challenge, so I add, “You’re the one who said your feet hurt.”

  With her chin lifted, she doesn’t back down as if I double-dared her to do it. Slowly, she bends to her knees, then works at my belt. As soon as my zipper is down, my dick springs free. She doesn’t waste time. Her mouth is warm and wet. When she takes me in, I’m about undone.

  “Fucckk.”The word comes out as a long moan.

  Her teeth graze lightly over me as a wicked expression appears on her face. I know she’s doing it on purpose, the little minx. I cup the back of her head and pull her forward, feeling myself hit the back of her throat. It doesn’t stop there. She swallows and then takes me down further. Her eyes begin to go glassy in the moonlight, so I pull back. She blinks back the tears before drawing me back in without so much as a gag. I like fucking her mouth, but the more she teases me, the more I need to taste her.

  With her cheeks hollow, my cock comes free with a slight popping sound. I hoist her up and help her out of her skirt-short thing. Bare to me, I lift her. She starts to wrap her legs around my waist, but I boost her up higher, using the tree for balance. I urge her legs to hook over my shoulders as I bury my face in her pussy.

  She whimpers and moans as I suck and lick, lick and suck. Pussy like hers was made to be eaten. There’s no acquired taste needed. I can’t get enough of her. Her fingers dig in my scalp, grabbing fistfuls of hair as she calls out my name before coming on my tongue.

  Pliable now, she’s unable to help me as I slowly lower her after taking a step back from the tree. Once her sexy cunt is above my waist, I plunge into her.

  “Damn, Eagle.” I pause for a second, just enjoying the moment. “You feel so fucking good.”

  She doesn’t answer me. Instead, her lips crash down onto mine, silencing anything that can be said in favor of a kiss that feels like tomorrow won’t exist.

  At some point we come up for air and I ask, “Can you stand, baby?”

  She nods. Achingly, I pull out. I set her on her feet and spin her around.

  “What are you doing?” she asks, not sure what I have planned.

  “Hold on to the tree.”

  Her smile is like moonlight in a cloudless midnight sky. Compliantly, she turns and that’s a little too easy. But then, she grabs ahold of the tree and bends a little. She taunts me by shaking her ass in my direction.

  “Keep doing that and I’ll think you want to play.”

  “Play,” she jokes, glancing at me over her shoulder. “I thought you were going to punish me for teasing you all day.”

  I can’t suppress the growl that leaves my throat. “So, you are teasing me?”

  She winks, and I thrust. I’m inside her so fast I’m not sure which of us is more surprised. Her gasp ends in a moan, and I groan as well. This angle is always the best. I feel like I’m in unexplored deep space that chokes the hell out of dick. My pace is ruthless, and I hold her hips to keep her on her feet. Bending over her, I cup one breast as I squeeze her hip. Then I slide my hand to the apex of her thighs to circle her clit. Her breathy pants increase, which sends everything to the next level.

  “I want to come,” she cries.

  “Don’t worry, Eagle— you’ll get your due. I’m not going for par tonight. I’m going for a hole in one.”

  She giggles as I wanted her to, but now it’s time for the finale.

  Rubbing my thumb over her clit, once then twice, and she’s soon crying out. I shoot inside her like a geyser going off. When I slide out, my seed spills down her leg, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen, like I’ve marked her as mine.

  I’ve come prepared. I pull one of the cloth napkins I hijacked from dinner to wipe her up.

  She sighs. “Such the gentleman you are.”

  “I try to be,” I say before kissing her and shoving the napkin into my back pocket after pulling my pants up.

  “They’ve always said golf was a gentlemen’s game, and I guess they’re right because you certainly are.” She winks.

  Chuckling, I’m not surprised that I want her again. I always want her. I help her get dressed, and she continues to smile, but I can tell she’s tired.

  “I should get you back. You do have a golf match to win.”

  “For the kids,” she says. “Though I think you’re going to have to carry me. I’m dead on my feet.”

  Noise of a golf cart stops me from making a sarcastic remark. We shift deeper in the shadows. A pack of people swerves to a stop near the first hole and us.

  “Justin, you shouldn’t be drinking and driving,” a woman says.

  Justin hops out and moves to stand in front of the headlights. Seeing him clearly now confirms who he is. He takes a long swig from a bottle he holds.

  “Ladies, this is where the magic happens and where we should make our mark. And now you see why I bribed the maintenance guy for the cart with the headlights.”

  “Once again he’s tossing his money around to get his way,” Riley whispers.

  He’s a little too jovial, and most definitely drunk.

  “Go away, Justin,” Riley whispers to herself.

  I agree. We’re in an awkward position. If we leave, he’ll see us.

  A blonde comes around and shoves Justin to lean on the front of the cart. Drunk on his feet, he’s easily pushed around. When she disappears, there’s no doubt what service she’s about to perform. Another woman pulls Justin’s head back so she can kiss him from her position still in the front seat of the cart.

  “Get your sweet ass out here and sit on my face,” Justin orders.

  Riley turns and groans into my chest. “Should we go? They might not see us,” she whispers.

  That’s when I see a third woman yank off her shirt. Even though it’s dusk, it’s not difficult to miss the outline of her too large to be so perky tits as Justin grabs a handful. I’m about to tell Riley let’s make a mad dash for it when several flashes break the dim light.

  “What the fuck,” Justin says, expressing what we are all thinking. Riley turns in my arms to see as well. Apparently, the paparazzi have followed, hoping for the shot of a lifetime. And boy does Justin give them just that.

  Spitting mad, he curses as the women gather and straighten their clothes. And Riley does something that surprises the shit out of me. She moves out of my arms and stalks forward.

  “Justin, oh my God! What are you doing?” she cries out in a voice I’ve never heard before. Its tone sounds full of disappointment and regret, but something’s slightly off for my discerning ears. She has to be putting on a show. “How could you do this to me? To these poor children here who look up to you?”

  Even I feel sorry for the poor guy as Riley boxes him in opposite the cameramen.

  “Riley,” he says, sounding more dumbfounded by her presence than anything else. “I can explain.”

  “Explain? I think an explanation is unnecessary,” she cries out.

  It’s the first time I wonder if Riley’s chosen the wrong profession. Her acting ability is off the charts. She throws a hand up to place at the top of her head like she’s about to faint.

  “Why, you’re nothing but a low-down dirty dog. And after everything you said this week. H
ow could you? I thought—” She waves her hand in front of her face, as though she’s going to cry.

  Justin turns away and toward the flashing lights as I bite my lip, enjoying the spectacle, but not wanting to laugh. I know I have to leave my cover while everyone is distracted.

  “Oh, woe is me. Why I never,” Riley says in an exaggerated Southern drawl. She fans herself faster. I watch her profile as I head in her direction. She turns toward me and away from the cart. She bites her lip before turning back to her performance. “I can’t believe that woman…” Her hand fans harder as if she’s choked up. “…her mouth, Justin…how could you let her mouth be on your…”

  Then Riley’s knees buckle. It’s as if she felt me close enough, because I’m there to catch her. Flashes go off like we are on the red carpet.

  “Mark, please take me from this horrible place. I … I just don’t think I can stay here a minute longer.”

  I nod, because if I speak, I’ll crack up.

  “And Justin,” she calls out. “Don’t ever call me again. We are through forever.”

  If anyone catches an audio version of this, they will know Riley was acting. She doesn’t have a Southern accent, having grown up in California, and her pretending one is off the charts.

  “Was I good?” she whispers.

  I nod, seeing the mischievousness in her expression. I hurry to get her back to the room.

  Naked in bed, with her spooned up against me, I slip inside her. Slowly, we rock together. Her fingers tangled in mine as I squeeze her perfect breasts. I take my time, wanting it to last forever. I’ve never had such a connection with another woman. The idea of not having that has me tightening my hold around her, never wanting to let go.

  As I come inside her, in a place somewhere deep within, I wish she weren’t on the pill. I wish that we were planning a future and that I was planting a seed in her belly that would grow to be half of me and half of her. Only reality sets in.

  Days fly by. The event ends with a staggering number of donations and pledges. It’s a true success. Riley wins and Justin doesn’t return after that night on the course. The scandal has him feigning an illness. He does, however, make a large donation to the event, which settles some ruffled feathers. Riley gives few answers to reporters, just saying that she and Justin never truly reconciled, but that it’s over for good.