Fair Play (12 page)

“I want you to sleep with me tonight. I’ve wanted to bury myself inside of you since the first moment I saw you on that plane. I want to feel your legs wrapped around my waist, and I want to hear you screaming my name. ”

I don’t answer because he lowers his mouth to mine and lightly pinches my nipple. I moan and lean into him, arching my back, begging for more.

I want to tell him that I love his dirty mouth, and I'd love to have sex with him tonight. Hell, I’d have sex with him right here on this couch if we didn’t have a date with his daughter to make root beer floats. 

I thread my fingers into the hair at the base of his neck and slide my other hand between his legs to feel the impressive outline of his cock bulging against his shorts. The memory of him standing next to the pool with his soaking-wet lounge pants this morning flashes through my mind, and it’s all I can do to pull away when Scarlet yells for us to hurry up from the kitchen.

He moans and with his eyes still closed speaks against my open mouth.

“I’m going to take that as a yes.”

I nod, and he moves farther away so that our foreheads are touching.

“I’ve never asked a woman to have sex with me hours ahead of time.  I’m going to be hard for you until we go to bed.”

“Well, it's safe to say that you can call me the lady of the lake until then as well.”

“Oh, God, this is going to be torture.”

I pull away and stand up. He continues to sit and tugs me between his legs and wraps his arms around my waist.

“I have an idea that might help.”

He tips his head back to look up at me with earnest eyes, and his mouth sets in a straight line.

“We can’t sneak into the laundry room. She always knows where I am.”

I pretend to knock him on the side of his head.

“That’s not what I was going to say. Do you remember my friend Bridgette that asked me to stay with her?”

“Yes. What, you want a threesome already? Can’t I have you to myself a few times before I have to share?”

“Stop it, no, I don’t want a threesome! I was going to say she invited us to dinner at her house tonight. Maybe we should go to take our minds off of our impending sextathalon.”

His eyes brighten, and his hands slide down to cup my ass, “It’s going to be a sextathalon?”

“Yeah, a real workout.”

He groans and drops his head back to stare at the ceiling.

“Okay, we can go to dinner, but we have to come home early.”

“I think I should warn you it's a dinner party for a group of firefighters. I told her I’d have to check with you first.”

“Sure, whatever, as long as I get to come home and have a sextathalon with you. I don’t care who we eat dinner with.”

“What are you doing with my friend, Daddy?” Scarlet says from the doorway with her hands on her hips.

Nick releases me, and I take a step back so he can stand up.

“I was giving her a hug to thank her for going to Hawaii with us.”

She narrows her eyes and purses her lips for a moment, deciding if that’s okay with her.

“That’s nice, Papa Bear. Let’s eat.” She spins around, and I hear her pitter patter back into the kitchen.

“She called you Papa Bear.” I purse my lips, holding back a giggle.

His cheeks turn pink. God, I love it when he blushes.

“Yeah, she saves that for special moments.”

“That’s sweet, Papa Bear,” I say.

“Don’t you start too, that’s just weird.”

I chuckle. “It didn’t feel right anyway.”

“Thank God.”

We spend the afternoon making root beer floats and swimming in the pool. I text Bridgette to tell her my plus one will be coming, and Nick makes arrangements to drop Scarlet off at his mother’s so we can go on our date.

I don’t have a second to think about all of the changes coming in my life. Between stolen glances, root beer floats, and being dunked countless times in the pool, I’ve managed to keep my feelings about sleeping with Nick tonight at bay. But as soon as I’m alone in my room getting ready for dinner, a surge of thrill and emotion floods my mind.

There’s no doubt that I want this, none, zero, zip, nada, but it’s been a long time since I’ve had sex with a man that I have genuine feelings for. And they aren’t just mild, I-think-I-might-like-you feelings. They are oh-my-God-I’m-totally-into-you feelings. They’re big feelings, important feelings, momentous, earth-shattering and undeniable feelings.

These are “the one” feelings.

That reminds me of my conversation with Emmett last night about being romantic and looking for the one.

It’s strange that I only know him through text messaging because he makes me feel some of the same things that Nick does in person. Emmett flirts a little more than Nick, but they both turn me on equally. Well, almost.

Nick has the significant advantage of being able to touch me and melt my heart with his passionate glances and soft kisses.

Emmett has to work hard to keep me interested because all he has are his words. I think it’s pretty impressive that simple text conversations keep me coming back for more.

Is it possible to have the one kind of feelings for two people at the same time? No, dummy, that’s why they call that special person “the one.” So why do I feel the urge to have something serious with both of these men?

I need to talk to Emmett. I’m not waiting until later to chat with him. It’s entirely possible that I’ll be mid O around eleven o’clock with Nick when Emmett and I usually chat. I already left him hanging once. I don’t want to do that again. I like talking to Emmett, he’s a refreshing balance of sweet and sexy.

I’m about to step into the shower when I send my first message.

Me --
Hey Champ, you around?

I’m standing naked just outside the shower door, holding my phone out in front of me with two hands, waiting for his reply like a lovesick teenager.

Tiny bubbles appear in the corner of the screen indicating that he is typing, and I bounce on the balls of my feet until his words pop up.

Him --
Hey Quinn, couldn’t wait, huh?

Me --
You caught me. I missed you. I’m also going to be busy later.

Him --
Hmm, I’m glad you miss me but a little worried that my competition will be occupying my time slot tonight.

I didn’t think this through very well. I don’t want to lie to him, but I also don’t want to admit that I’ll be with Nick tonight. I need to think fast.

Me --
That’s why they call it competition, right?

There is a long pause, so I step in the shower and start washing my hair while I nervously await his answer.

The ding of his incoming text makes me jump. I can’t believe I’m so nervous. I really like Emmett, but I’m definitely feeling a little guilty about talking to both men at the same time.

I dry my hand off and reach out to find out if I’ve been dumped.

Him --
You have officially lit a fire under my ass, tell your real life guy it’s on.

I let out a yip and hold the phone outside the shower to type my response.

Me --
I’m glad to hear that, he might not be, however.

Him --
Well, I’m only concerned with what you like to hear. Tell him to take a hike because your real boyfriend is calling dibs.

Me --
Boyfriend huh? Now that's interesting. I’ll pass it along. Can you hold on a second? I’m just stepping into the shower, but I’ll hurry.

Him --
No! Don’t hurry. I have an idea. How about you let me talk you through it.

Talk me through it, huh? Oh, my, this is going to be interesting.

Me --
I shampooed my hair, that’s all.

Him --
Good, can you put the phone where you can see it but somewhere safe away from the water?

Me --
Hold please.

I scan the large walk-in stone shower and decide on turning off the body sprayers and prop the phone in the space cut out for bottles of shampoo and body wash. With only the rain shower head on, I can see the screen without getting it wet.

Me --
Okay, now what?

Him --
Is the water hot?

Me --
Yes, very.

Him --
Your hair is clean, so why don't we concentrate on more important things, like your body. I’ll guide, you enjoy, don’t worry about messaging me back right away. Unless, of course, you feel the uncontrollable urge to send me a picture. Copy?

Me -- Affirmative.

Him --
Okay, I want you to spread the body wash in your hands over your soft wet breasts. I love breasts by the way, no matter the size, they are my favorite part of a woman. Sorry, got off track there for a second, I’m a man, my mind wanders, you know.

A breast man, good thing I don't lack in that department. I do as he asks, but guilt tugs at me for messing around in the shower virtually with Emmett while I'm getting ready for a date with Nick.

Him --
Let the water cascade over your shoulders and run down over the mounds of your breasts, streaming off of your stiff nipples. Are you relaxed? Wait, don’t answer that.

Oh my God, he’s good at this. The heat of the water and his steamy words have my muscles loosening, my blood pumping, and I’m even a little dizzy. I reach out to steady myself against the wall.

Him --
Open up your hands and slide your nipples between your fingers. Pinch them both. I’m so hard right now, Quinn. I wish I were there with you. If I were, I’d put my mouth on you everywhere. There isn’t a place on your body that I wouldn’t claim with my tongue.

Holy shit, he means business. Maybe I should stop him, or maybe I should just stop participating and read what he has to say.

Him --
Slide one hand down over your belly and between your legs. If I were there right now, I’d kneel down in front of you, spread your legs wide, and lick your pussy until you scream my name. Imagine that, think of me there in the shower with you, in front of you, with my hands and mouth all over you.

Every nerve ending on my skin is on high alert. I slide my tongue along my top lip, concentrating on the words popping up on the glowing screen of my phone. But I don't touch myself.

Him --
Quinn, my message might be a little slower now. I’m not the best at one-handed texting, but the thought of you touching yourself in the shower, following my commands, getting off because of me . . . it’s making me hot. Are you feeling good? Let me make you feel even better.

I wish we were talking instead of texting. I want to tell him that I'm not sure about this and maybe we should slow down and get to know each other better. But as it is, I'd feel weird saying anything since we are supposed to be halfway to heaven. It's not that this couldn't get me off, and I'm far from a prude. But somewhere along the way we have crossed the line from friendship to sex, and I don't think I'm ready.

Him --
Touch the spot that makes you weak. Sit down if you need to because this is gonna be one hell of an orgasm, I guarantee it.

I grab the phone, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. Text him Téa, tell him this isn't right for you, tell him you're not doing this.

Him --
Quinn? I want you to get close, but don’t let yourself come, not yet. Keep a nice slow pace. Touch yourself. That’s it beautiful girl, let go now, come for me Quinn, say my name, let go of everything and come.

My hand twitches at the thought of what could have just been, and I sit down on the built-in bench in the shower. I whisper his name to myself and wait in silence, allowing him to believe he just made me come.

I tip my head back and stare up at the long horizontal window at the top of the shower. My phone dings and I drop my gaze to see what he's texting, or sexting, if we are still supposed to be doing that. I’m not sure.

Him --
Well? How’d I do? Still going to be busy with the competition later tonight?

Shit. What am I going to say?
'Um, sorry I dropped the phone, could you repeat all of that please?'
I'm not giving up my date with Nick, and I'm not telling Emmett he just had a one-sided encounter.

Me --
Where’d you learn to talk dirty like that? And yes, I’m still going to the party, I can’t back out now.

I don’t want to mislead him, even though technically I just did, and I hate lying. He took me off guard and he didn't give me much opportunity to back out.

Him --
I’m disappointed, I won’t lie. Just remember, I can make you come without laying a hand on you. That has to count for something. My dirty mouth comes naturally. I didn’t learn it from anyone.  Maybe next time we can talk instead of text?

Me --
So there will be a next time?

Him --
Oh yes, Quinn, there will be many next times. I want to wear you down until eventually we can do this in person. No rush though. Take all the time you need, just don’t disappear on me.