Cleat Catcher (The Cleat Chaser Duet Book 2) (33 page)

She rested her chin on her palm with her elbow on the door. “No, I don’t want to be rude. I told them we’d go. I’m sorry. Just, you know?” She waggled her finger next to her temple. “Headache from wine, and—” She stopped mid-sentence with the worst fake yawn I’d ever seen in my life. “Tired. It’s past my bedtime.”

I liked this girl a lot, but I wasn’t an idiot. It was the most atrocious acting I’d seen in a long time, and frankly, I wasn’t used to women trying to blow me off.
Wrong move, Kyrie.
I was competitive and did not intend to let the shit fly without making a statement.

“Mmhmm.” I let out an exasperated sigh of my own.

My semi-fake acting must’ve paid off. I caught her staring at me from the corner of my eye. Granted, it was not a stare any man would wish to receive from a woman he may or may not put his dick inside later. In this case, ‘may not’ looked like the clear frontrunner.

“What was that for?” She ran her fingers through her hair, nerves evident in the movement.

“What?”

“Mmmmmhmmmmmm.” She drew out her syllables far longer than I did.

“I was just agreeing that you
must
be exhausted. Three glasses of wine and half a steak will do that to you.”

“Heh.” The word sputtered from her soft, full lips, but sounded almost like she was clearing her throat.

“Look, I’m sorry if I offended you. If you want to go home, I can take you. It’s not a big deal. I can tell them whatever you want. Didn’t feel good. Had a headache.”

“I said I would go. I’m going to go. You don’t need to worry about me, seriously.”

Goddamn, I couldn’t win with her.
What is her deal?

“Okay. Okay. Got it. I’m sorry.”

I caught her looking over at me once again, and there was something going on behind those gorgeous eyes of hers. I didn’t know what it was, but it seemed like maybe it wasn’t about me. I held on to that bit of comfort, well, because I didn’t have any other source of hope that this could possibly work out in my favor.

The screen on my phone flashed with a picture of Braden grabbing his dick. His doing, not mine. I’d never been so relieved to see that picture.

His call came in over the speakers.

“What up bitch?” His voice was loud and somehow he sounded more drunk than before.

“Nothing man, almost there. You guys close?”

“We’re walking down your hallway. You drive like a fucking old retired man in a golf cart. Remind me to pick you up some Depends there, Grandpa Moses.”

Kyrie didn’t even crack a smile.

“Whatever man. You have a key. Should be golden. Kasey is out with her girlfriend.”

“All right man. See you guys in a minute.”

I pulled into the parking garage of my high rise and wound around the concrete structure to my parking spot. I tried to get out in time to open the door for Kyrie, but she was already shutting her door when I got around the truck.

“Sorry, I was gonna try and help you down.”

“I managed. But thanks.” She looked up and held eye contact.

“I’m sorry.” Why did I keep apologizing? “I’m trying. Sorry if I’m awkward, I-I’ll shut up now, damn.”
Apologize some more Easton, you bumbling fuck.

She let out a giggle that subsided into a smile. A smile I wanted to hold onto for a long time because I wasn’t sure if another would come. “It’s not you, Easton. It’s me. Just ignore me, seriously. You’ll be better off.”

Wow, I got the whole “it’s not you, it’s me” speech before I’d even taken her on a real date. Fuck it, she smiled at me. It was a win as far as I was concerned. “No worries. I just don’t want you to be upset with me.”
You pussy, Easton.

We walked over and hopped in the elevator, headed to my floor. I tried not to crowd her but I could see her reflection in the stainless steel elevator doors, barely. Even with the limited view she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Curvy and sexy—stick figure models never did it for me. I noticed her nipples jutting against the fabric of her dress.

I wondered if it was cold in the elevator, but it was impossible to tell. My collar was sticking to my neck and my palms were clammy.
Ding.
Thank god.

We stepped out into the hall and strode toward my condo. When we got to the door I pushed it open. “Hey dick weed, we’re here.” Silence. “What the hell? Where are they?” I looked back to Kyrie. “Make yourself at home.” I motioned to the couches in my living room. “You want a drink?”

“I’m fine.” Kyrie walked through the entryway, her head turning back and forth to examine my apartment.

She was probably just taking in her surroundings, but her recent attitude made it seem like she was judging every little piece of decor.

The place was pretty basic and I liked it that way. Neutral paint, black leather furniture set, cherry hardwoods, flat screen TV on one wall with some basic surround sound speakers.

She walked over and plopped down on the couch, folding her arms. It pressed up her cleavage and I wanted to dive on top of her. I pushed that urge deep down inside because it would most certainly end with her spraying my eyes with keychain mace.

I strode down the hall and turned the corner to the master bedroom. The door was closed and I heard light moans.
Braden, you motherfucker.
Shit was about to get awkward. Kyrie obviously did not want to be alone with me, but Nikki was otherwise occupied.

I turned back around the corner and our eyes locked. “Pretty sure they are fucking in my bedroom.”

Kyrie rolled her eyes and sighed. “I’m going to kill her.”

It sounded like it might be a legitimate threat. I mean, I didn’t know her
that
well. Judging by recent events, I did not envy Nik at all. I hoped Braden was fucking her like a champ, because it might be her last lay.

“I’m sorry. I can tell this isn’t how you wanted tonight to go.” I ran my hand through my hair and sighed.

She buried her face in her palms.

“You look beautiful though. I should have told you that earlier.”

Her face perked up and I caught her gaze but then she dropped her face in her hands once more. “Ugh. I’m sorry, Easton. Really, none of this is your fault. I’m kind of—a mess right now.”

I walked over to her. “Is it okay to sit here?” I nodded to the cushion next to hers but held up my hands as a sign of diplomacy. She had me thrown completely off my game.

Her head shook in her hands and I wasn’t sure if it was a yes or no. I sat down anyway and she inched away from me.

“Is everything okay?”

She exhaled, loud. “Yeah, it’s just—” She glanced up to me and then away again. “Everything is wrong. It’s—”

“You can talk to me. I’m sitting right here.”

“You don’t understand, Easton.”

“Well, can you look at me at least?”

“No, no, actually. I can’t.”

I chuckled a little. “Is there something on my face? Jesus. I’m not Quasimodo.”

She chortled. “No, you are hot—I mean, you look perfectly fine. And thank you for the compliment earlier.”

“No need for a thank you. Was just being honest. I hate that your night is ruined. Nobody that looks the way you do in that dress should be sad.” I leaned over and pushed a few fallen strands of hair behind her ear.

My fingers grazed her soft cheek. She turned to look at me and the side of her face landed in my palm. She nuzzled into it.

I ran my thumb back and forth on her skin and our eyes locked on one another. I could practically feel her hesitation in my fingertips, but her want as well.
Don’t let her look away.

She started to retreat, and I ran my hand along her face and back into her hair, snaking my fingers through it. It was soft and long. I wanted to bury my face in it and see what it smelled like. She closed her eyes for a moment, before opening them again to meet mine.

“Easton, I can’t—”

Fuck it.
I placed my other palm on her opposite cheek and leaned in, pressing my lips against hers. I wouldn’t let her slip back into a mood. She halted at first, and I pressed my lips harder into her.

I felt her hand graze up my back, all the way to my nape, and then she pulled me toward her.

Our lips parted, and our tongues began to slowly intertwine. She tasted like red wine and mint gum. Both of my hands were in her hair, and her nails scratched lightly against the back of my neck as she moaned into my mouth.

I moved to her neck, the sweet spot roughly halfway between her collar bone and ear, alternating between sucking and licking.

“Holy shit.” She gasped.

I tried to log her reaction to every tiny spot I kissed, every little thing I did. I wanted to know which buttons to push so that she couldn’t shut me out again. Hot and wanting was how I wanted her, always.

The verdict was definitely in that she loved my hands in her hair. Each time I gripped it harder she tensed and arched her back, her coos louder and more pronounced. My hard-on returned with a vengeance. I loved pulling hair. It was my thing.

I moved up to her ear and palmed her breast, rolling her nipple between my thumb and index finger, the same way I had in front of the restaurant. I leaned back for a quick second and her eyes were closed as she bit her bottom lip.

I looked down to my hand on one breast. The other was practically begging for attention. Before I could stop myself I dipped down and took her nipple in my mouth over the fabric of her dress. It pearled on my tongue and I sucked, hard.

Her back arched from the couch, smothering my face with her large, round breasts. It was better than closing out game seven of the World Series. I bit down on her nipple and she half moaned and half begged. “Do that again.”

I flicked my tongue across it, then worked a lazy circle around before biting down again as I squeezed the other tight in my fingers.

“God,” she said on a breathy exhale.

Heat coursed through my body and landed straight in my cock. I had to reach down and adjust myself to prevent circulation issues. I released her from my mouth and looked up at her face. Her head was straining against the cushion and, without warning, I grabbed the edge of her plunging neckline and yanked the dress down, exposing the tight nipple I’d just had my mouth on.

“Jesus.” Her hands flew up to the cushion behind her head, nails digging into it as I leaned down and took her exposed breast into my mouth, giving it the same treatment as before. Naked tits were definitely better than dress-covered tits. I worked my tongue on her flesh and slid my hand up her inner thigh, expecting her to cut me off with a leg closing maneuver.

Instead she spread them the slightest bit, inviting me closer.

I’d forgotten she wasn’t wearing panties. How? I’m not sure. But when I got to the promised land, I was met with warm slick folds instead of the panty fabric I’d expected.

She was so wet my fingers slid straight into her. “Holy fuck.” I went with it and took my fingers to the hilt, since she was apparently warmed up enough for them. “God, you’re so tight and wet.” The words escaped my lips before I could filter them.

She moaned. “Because you won’t quit staring at me with that goddamn beautiful face, you prick.”

She’s mine.
I grinned. She finally let her guard down and my dick was doing all the thinking for me now.

I moved back up to her ear and worked her clit as her hips started grinding on my fingers in time with her moans. I pushed two fingers back inside and gripped up to find her spot.

“Damn your fingers.” Her hips sped up.

“You want me to put this cock where my fingers are?” I gripped her wrist that was still up by her head, hard, and moved her hand down to my dick. She squeezed.

“You’re such a fucker.” She nodded faster than anyone I’d ever seen.

“I will be in a minute.” I pulled my fingers from her slick pussy and yanked her up by her wrists. We needed a bed for everything I intended to do to her. “Follow me.”

My fingers intertwined with hers as I pulled her toward Kasey’s room—a mortal sin, but fuck it, I didn’t give a shit at this point.

“Where are we going?”

“My sister’s room. She’s gone.”

“You sure?”

We were nearing the door.

I looked her up and down. She was hot, flushed, fucking gorgeous. “Umm, yeah, I am definitely fucking sure.”

And then I stopped. All my condoms were in my room where Braden was rough riding Nikki. Thankfully, I always kept spares in the guest bathroom in case buddies ever brought girls over.

“I have to run in the bathroom. Be on her bed naked when I get back.” My words were a low growl.

She dropped her gaze.
Was I losing her?
I pulled her to me and claimed her in another hot kiss, mastering her with my hands and tongue. She melted under my touch, her reticence falling away as she pulled me closer. When I released her, she was breathless again, her eyes hooded.

“On her bed. Now.” I sprinted across the hall to the bathroom door and started rifling through the drawer where I kept the condoms. I was so jittery I fumbled one of the damn wrappers around on the counter and kept pushing it across the surface, trying to get a grip on it.

A shriek froze me in my tracks. Not a sex shriek, either. Like a horror film shriek.

I ran back toward the door to Kasey’s room when I heard a female voice.

“Holy fucking tits. Come on in and join. This shit is like Christmas.” Kasey’s voice.

I ran through the open door as Kyrie turned to sprint from the room. We collided, and I knocked her to the ground.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” I leaned down and lifted her to her feet. She was covering her eyes and laughing hysterically. Not in a good way. It was like she was in shock.
What the fuck?

I glanced up and there was Kasey, wrapped up in a sheet. A girl was tied to the bed, blindfolded, legs spread eagle.

“Hey big brother? She must be your hot date you wouldn’t shut up about.” Kasey motioned to Kyrie.

I stared lasers into Kasey’s skull. It only made her smile wider. “I thought you were going to be out?” My words came through my teeth.

“I decided to dine in for all three courses.” She smirked. “See what I did there?”