Butt Ending: A Big Stick Novel 2 (Standalone)

by R. C. Stephens

  Stay away from Sloane. I repeat it another three times in my head. Stay away from Sloane. Stay away from Sloane. Stay away from Sloane.

  Only that isn’t what happens. We win the game and my body is charged . . .

  Twenty-Four

  Sloane

  This night went by at a turtle’s pace. We finished taping, and now it’s close to midnight. While sitting in the back of an Uber, I check Oli’s Facebook page. The Blackhawks won the game. They’re playing Detroit next. I wonder if Oli is going to show up like he said he would. Look at me, all anxious and pining, wondering if he’ll show. Ugh! What have I been reduced to?

  The Uber pulls up in front of my building. I tip the driver and jog up to the front door of my building. It’s late, and the street is vacant. I’m terrified after the attack.

  Just as I turn my key in the front door, I hear a “Hey.”

  I jump because I wasn’t expecting him, not really. I didn’t think he would show. But he did. He’s here, and sigh.

  I turn around. “Oh, hey.”

  “How was your night?” he asks with that smooth baritone voice of his. I open the door and he looks me in the eyes. I tilt my head to show him he should follow me in.

  “Same old.” My lips quirk at the side. “Gavin is acting all cocky now that he’s Bachelor of the Month. Blah!” The elevator arrives and he extends a hand for me to enter first.

  “That guy is something,” Oli agrees. “We won the game. We’re heading out of town tomorrow.” His throat bobs as he says the words, his eyes dropping to my nape. Fuck. What are we doing? The heat between us is so palpable, the elevator may combust. Is he here to sleep with me? Is that why he came back? Or should I brace myself for another friend-zone conversation? I’m hoping for option one.

  “That’s great. I’m happy for you. I hope you guys win the cup this year.” I grin. Inside, I wonder if he’s telling me he’s leaving tomorrow as a warning that things between us won’t escalate tonight because he’ll be gone by morning.

  “That’s the plan.” His Adam’s apple moves up and down and his gaze lingers on my lips. My lips prickle under his heated stare as saliva pools in my mouth. Heat rushes between my legs.

  “What are we doing, Sloane?” he asks. His voice is thick, raspy, and filled with need.

  “I don’t know, but whatever it is I want it—bad.”

  He groans. “Are you sure you want this? I leave in the morning. I have a crazy schedule. I can’t . . .” His words fail him.

  “You can’t commit.” I finish the sentence for him. He looks sympathetic, and I’m not sure if it’s for me or him because there are clearly issues as to why he can’t settle down. I’m pretty sure it has to do with the accident he was in more than ten years ago.

  He nods, confirming my words.

  “I still want you, I’ll take what I can get,” I say, my words bleeding honesty. He’s so worth it. I only worry I’m placing my heart on a train track with a train coming at me at full speed. What will be left of my heart after him? But I know not having him is not even a choice right now.

  He swallows hard. “I want you so bad.” His voice is full of need as he takes a step toward me. “I can’t stop thinking about that night.” His voice turns breathless, and his thumb comes up to caress my cheek. My skin prickles. “You, naked beneath me. The thought has been plaguing my dreams, making me crazy.” His breaths are heavy, his tone raspy as he hovers over me with a predatory look in his eyes. My insides burn for him.

  He lowers his head, and as our lips collide, my nerve endings buzz with need. His taste is familiar. Intoxicating. A drug I can’t get enough of. The elevator makes a beeping sound as it lands on my floor. He takes a step back, that little noise bringing us back to our reality. He looks just as taken aback as I do.

  “Are you sure you want me to come in?” His voice is a warning, silently conveying the previous message.

  I nod. My body is fired up, and my heart races. Doesn’t he know his words aren’t necessary? At this point, what we both want is clear as the light of day. A tremor runs through my hand as I move to unlock the door. He places a hand on my shoulder.

  “Don’t be nervous. Not with me,” he says, his tone soft and sincere, his eyes trying to gauge what I’m feeling.

  “I’m not.” I shake my head because that isn’t true. “I mean, I’m happy it’s you. You make me feel safe, wanted,” I say, wanting to add the words revered and cared for, but I hold back because he’s already warned me that whatever is happening between is us is only for tonight. I need to stay present and not think or dream of a future together.

  “That’s what I want,” he responds meaningfully. “I just want to make sure that this is what you want. You’ve waited so long.”

  “Too long,” I confirm.

  I finally open the door, and we step into the dark entrance hall of my apartment. He bends his knees so our faces meet, and his body presses me into the wall, his lips finding mine in a hungry fervor. My hands come up to his hair, and I rake my fingers through his silky strands. His arms wrap around my waist as his tongue dives into my mouth. My own tongue comes out to play with his in a hungry dance of lust. He lifts me up, guiding my legs around his waist, making our mouths level and his hard length presses between my thighs.

  “Oli,” I moan.

  He breaks the kiss his breathing is fast and he kicks off the running shoes he’s wearing, slightly stumbling as he walks us to the couch. I shake my head, interrupting the kiss.

  “The bedroom is there on the right.” I tilt my chin in that direction.

  His glances at the room, and a low, guttural sound escapes from the back of his throat. “You have no idea how badly I want you.”

  I think I do. But I remain quiet, enjoying being on the receiving end of his want. He walks us to the bedroom, and then we stand at the foot of the bed. He slowly lowers me off his body. Lust drips from his gaze, emboldening me as I keep eye contact with him. I begin a slow show of unwrapping my dress. It would be a lie if I didn’t admit to wearing this dress on purpose in the hope he would show up tonight. The violet lace set of lingerie I’m wearing is also for his pleasure, and by the look on his face, I can tell that he likes what he sees. The triangular patch of my panties don’t leave much to the imagination.

  He hisses, “You’re so damn beautiful.”

  His teeth dig into his lip and he takes a deep breath.

  Heat licks through my body in all the right places. I stand and wait for him to make the first move. It only takes mere seconds, and he’s whipping his sweater over his head, giving me a view of rippled abs that look too good to be real. I extend my hand and run my fingers over the groves, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my fingertips. As my hand rests on his shoulders, I take in the way they rapidly rise and fall.

  His mouth comes crashing down on mine. We kiss hard, licking, sucking. I’m not used to this type of primal hunger, but it sets me off, making me want more. His kisses spread down my neck. He sucks my skin on a spot just below my ear. My senses are heightened, my body in tune to his. I can’t help my jittery knees or the loss of control I feel when he touches me. No wonder I practically begged him to take my V-card back in Ann Arbor. This man completely has me undone.

  Twenty-Five

  Oli

  She tastes of sugar and sin. I’m treading in dangerous waters, and yet I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to. I’m too far away from shore as my tongue runs down her chest.

  I lift her under her arms and lie her on the bed. “I don’t remember the last time I fucked gently, but tonight I’ll try my hardest for you,” I say, because a part of me hopes she’ll cower and realize she’s making a mistake. It shouldn’t be me.

  A nervous laugh escapes her lips. “Is that another warning? I told you I feel safe,” she says firmly, her voice too filled with lust to be taken very seriously.

  I can’t blame her because that same need pulses through me, even though a nagging feeling sits on my chest, like I’m takin
g something that isn’t mine. I don’t want to hurt her or me. I sure as hell don’t want to cause trouble between her and Flynn, but my resolve has diminished, and like a moth to a flame, I’m consumed by her.

  As my tongue runs over her pert nipple, it stands to attention. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want her now with her dark hair messy and splayed on the bed, her green eyes filled with heat so alluring. She’s quite the temptress, and she isn’t even trying.

  My tongue plays with the bud of her nipple as she runs her fingers through my hair. She smells like fresh flowers on a spring day, refreshing, untainted, in need of love. My lips press against her other nipple, and she murmurs something unintelligible and moans, arching her back off the bed.

  “That feels so good,” she rasps. Her heated voice does things to my insides. I want to make her feel passion that she’s never felt before. I want her to come completely undone because of me, for me. I’ve noticed over the years she has a wall erected around her not with my sister but with other people, especially those of the opposite sex, and although I don’t know what it’s about, it makes me feel special knowing she trusts me enough, that she cares about me enough, to want to give this precious gift to me.

  “Good, baby, I want to make this feel good for you.” My mouth hovers over her delectable nipple as my tongue draws circles around it, making her buck beneath me.

  “Ah!” she cries out, pressing her wet pussy into me.

  “Fuck, I can feel how wet you are through my jeans,” I hiss.

  “We better do something about those jeans then.” She grins sexily, her eyes heavy-lidded and warm. She gets to work on the button and zipper, then runs her hands over my ass. “Damn, this is one fine ass.” She giggles.

  “You like my butt, huh?” I reach down to squeeze hers. “Yours is sexier than hell. Fuck, what I wouldn’t do to come inside it,” I growl, forgetting myself. She’s a virgin; her virgin ears don’t need to hear my fantasies about taking her from behind. At least not yet.

  Her throat bobs. I’ve made her nervous.

  “Don’t freeze up on me, baby. I’m not going there tonight. Like I said, I want to make this good for you. Tonight is all about you.” I press a soft kiss to her cheek. She relaxes as my lips connect with her soft skin.

  I continue to kiss her, revere her. I don’t know what’s happening, but this isn’t my usual race to an orgasm. Moving up to her ears, I kiss the intimate spot just behind them. There’s something about her that intrigues me as I kiss her slowly, wanting to learn all the grooves of her body. Wanting to bring her to ecstasy more than I care about my own release.

  I try to shake those intense thoughts from my mind and stay in the moment. I succeed as I kiss my way down her body, stopping at her navel, pressing kisses on and licking down her flat stomach. She breathes heavily beneath me. Her rosy nipples stand to attention. Her breasts aren’t big, but they are perky as fuck. Just gazing at them makes my cock twitch and pulsate against her warm body. I will have to come on her perfect tits one day, then I scratch the fantasy from my mind because this is one night. We have an understanding. At least, I think we do.

  As my tongue lowers to the apex of her thighs, she trembles. I use my free hand to play with her tits because I can’t get enough of them, but her pussy is dripping wet for me and so I need to give her what she needs there too.

  “Shit! Oli, I want you so bad,” she says, breathing heavy.

  “I know, baby. I know what you need, and I’m going to give it to you,” I say. My tongue makes contact with her throbbing clit. A strangled groan falls from her lips as her chin tilts up to the ceiling. The taste of her drives me wild. I continue to run my tongue along her seam, flicking her clit. Her hips begin to move in rhythm with my tongue.

  “I think I’m going to come,” she mutters. “If I come now how will I enjoy . . .”

  “Don’t worry about that, baby, trust me. I’ll make you come again. I won’t let you go dry on me,” I assure her.

  Her head bobs, her cheeks perfectly flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She gives me a small smile. A pang of warmth fills me behind my ribcage. As my emotions overwhelm me, I push them aside and go to town on her pussy, licking and sucking up her juices.

  “Oli, this is too much, oh my. It’s too good.” She’s breathless as her sweet pussy succumbs to me.

  She detonates like a firecracker, writhing beneath me.

  When she comes down from her high, I give her a moment to just breathe, because that was one intense orgasm.

  I move to lie beside her. She looks back to me with a lazy, sated look in her eyes.

  “Are you sure you still want to take this further?” I want to know she’s all in. I don’t want her having regrets. A part of me wishes she would put an end to this now, because I am more invested than I realized. If I thought I was falling for her before, now I feel like I’ve been sucked in deep. I open my mouth to speak, to warn her again. Truthfully, I’m just trying to warn myself.

  She places a finger on my lips, and my words die there. Her touch sears me in ways she couldn’t possibly understand.

  “I know, okay? Don’t say it. I know,” she says. I’m not offering her a commitment. I wish she would let me say it, but she clearly doesn’t want to hear those words right now.

  “Can you make love to me?” she asks.

  My heart skips a beat. Yes, I need her like air right now, but I can’t spend time analyzing what all this means. Instead, I crash my lips to hers, taking, claiming. The heat between us ignites like a fucking inferno, ripping through me. My cock throbs between her thighs, begging for release. She kisses me back with the same intensity. Our bodies are linked together, her warm nipples pressed against my chest, the heat from her pussy beckoning my cock to come hither. I reach down and run a finger over her pussy, and yup, she’s soaked.

  “You’re so sweet,” I whisper into her mouth. “I love kissing you. A part of me doesn’t want to stop,” I admit through ragged breaths, wondering where these words are coming from. I may have been accused of being a dirty talker in bed in the past, but not a sweet one. I should have bit my tongue to prevent those words from escaping, knowing what they will mean to her, knowing it’s unfair of me to lead her on, but the truth broke through my lips as my control withered away.

  She wraps her palm around my girth, pumping me, and I can feel myself pulsate beneath her soft fingers. I’m so ready to blow I’m like a teenager getting off for the first time. I take a few breaths as my finger circles her tiny bundle of nerves.

  “Yes,” she whispers into my mouth, and I feel her building again. I slip two fingers inside her, wanting to stretch her a little and prep her for my wide cock.

  “Fuck,” she hisses. “That feels soooo good.” Her voice is lazy, succumbing to lust.

  I prop myself on top of her and run the tip of my cock against her opening. She rubs up against me, her heat and wetness coating me. I’m a fucking goner, but I take another heavy breath. She deserves better than me fucking her like the hungry animal I am.

  “Oli, please,” she begs. And I know she needs more.

  I place a gentle kiss on her forehead. A sheen of sweat coats my body from the exertion of maintaining control.

  I reach down to my pants for a condom.

  “I’m on the pill,” she says, her voice breaking through the staccato of my heart beating in my ears.

  I look into her eyes. “I’m clean. Get tested regularly. Never been bareback with anyone.”

  Her gaze holds mine. “I’m on the pill. Never miss a day.” The look in her eyes is all the confirmation I need for my resolve to fade away.

  I slowly slip inside her, and she takes a sharp intake of breath. “You good?” I ask, needing to make sure she’s okay.

  She nods, her eyes squeezed shut.

  “Look at me,” I say, because I want to see those green pools of beauty watching me as I move inside her. This whole situation is fucking crazy, but here I am, lost in those eyes in this beautif
ul woman who has a kind heart and a spicy personality that I can’t seem to get enough of.

  As she opens her eyes, my heart slams in my chest. Shit! I’m a goner. A fucking goner. I slip farther inside her, slowly . . . rocking my hips. Our eyes are glued together, our bodies melded, and my heart beats with hers. It’s surreal, warm, safe. It feels like fucking home.

  I roll my hips a little faster. “You okay?” I ask, to make sure she’s good with the pace. She lets out a breath and begins to move with me. Heaven.

  “You feel good, Sloane, so fucking tight.” I clench my jaws together, because her pussy is like a vise, gripping my cock, making me want to come from now to Sunday, but I can’t do that. I need her falling with me.

  I reach down and begin to roll her nub with my thumb, and her breathing picks up, as if she’s turned on and actually enjoying it. Her pussy begins to clench.

  “I think I’m going to come again,” she says, her eyes turning wide before her mouth falls open and they return to half-mast. She moans.

  “Don’t look so surprised, sunshine.” I cock a brow. “I told you I’d get you there.”

  As I say the last word, a long moan leaves her lips and she really begins to move her hips, rocking against me. I take that as a go ahead and begin to rock into her faster, harder. Her eyes fall shut as she spins into ecstasy. I follow right along, red-hot heat shooting down my spine and straight into my cock as I blow my load inside her sweet pussy. I enjoy every second of my own ecstasy, marking this moment in my memory.

  I fall back on the bed, out of breath. Both of our chests heave from the exertion. I turn my head to look at her. She has a sweet smile on her face. We lie quietly, my arms wrapped around her little body. I’m not ready to let her go, not yet. It scares the shit out of me. Again, I need a distraction. I always do. I try to make light of the situation.

  “So?” I ask, waiting for feedback.

  She giggles. “It was better than I expected,” she answers.