Game Plan (13 page)

He straightened as his parents steamrolled toward them. Let the crazy begin.

“Happy Birthday!” His mother’s shout ensured everyone on the block heard.

Andie glared up at him. “It’s your
birthday
?”

So maybe he should have told her. Too late now. “Just another day to me.”

“Not to your family.” His mom hugged and released him. She had that look, the weepy, sentimental one. “Especially this year.”

“Mom.” Trying to stop her at this point would be like trying to stop a train on the downward side of a mountain.

“It’s a special one.” She looked like a seal act video posted on YouTube, the way she was clapping. “A milestone.”

Shit. After dancing around Andie’s questions about his exact age, the answer was about to bite him in the ass. And he’d thought bringing her today was a good idea why?

“So, Mr. Secret Birthday, how old are you?”

He found her hand and laced their fingers together. Because he had the feeling she might bolt when he opened his mouth. “Thirty.”

After half an hour of smiling at the end of Mason’s arm, Andie excused herself to the washroom. Mason showed her into the house. Stood there while she closed the door—in his face. A juvenile action, yes, but one he totally deserved. Surely he wouldn’t hang around waiting for her to come out. She gave it ten full minutes before peeking out the door. All clear. Thank god. Her purse didn’t hold much, but it had her cell and wallet. All she needed for a taxi home. Her tote bag with extra clothes and other items was on a chair out back. Forget them. Just let her get the hell out of here.

“You could’ve asked me to take you home.”

Andie froze on the front path when Mason stepped out from the carport. Dammit. “Okay. Could you please take me home?”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “Nah.”

“Gee, that’s helpful.” If he could do the crossed-arms thing, so could she.

“Sneaking away is pretty immature.”

“I guess you’re an expert on maturity now that you’re
thirty
.”

“I didn’t tell you because I don’t care about the numbers.”

“You didn’t tell me because you knew that
I
did.” Hold on, did he…oh, big mistake on his part. “You did
not
just roll your eyes at me.”

“This age crap is pissing me off.”

“Finally, you’re getting it.” And
it
really sucked.

He motioned to the truck. “Get in, I’ll drive you.”

She settled in the passenger seat and faced the side window, eyes closed. Safer that way. God, she was behaving like a pathetic teenager, heartbroken over losing her crush of the week. She wouldn’t let him see this ridiculous, sappy side of her. No way. Even if it was her last chance to look at him. If she’d kept things private, he’d be hers for another two weeks. Stupid move, meeting his family. What was she thinking—that they had an actual relationship, or the start of one? They had an incredible physical connection. Pheromones, not emotions. She’d get over it. Nothing a few mopey days, lots of wine and a new vibrator couldn’t fix.

That was a load of shit and she knew it.

Mason cursed under his breath. The truck lurched when he gunned it to pass a slow driver. She opened for a peek. What the hell were they doing on County Road Four?

“Hey…” She swiveled to face him. “This isn’t the way to my house.” Not by a long shot. Mason’s route took them north, out of town, not toward her snooty, east-side subdivision.

“I said I’d drive you, not that I’d take you home.”

“So you’re abducting me?”

The man had the nerve to look cocky. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

“Why—so we can do some more pointless arguing?”

“Babe, the way I see it, we can’t have a rational conversation about this age bullshit until you’re more relaxed.”

“And since old ladies enjoy a drive in the country, this ought to calm me down?” Her irritation didn’t stand a chance against his smile. And he knew it, because he flashed her his best one, the jerk. She sighed and leaned back in her seat.

“I don’t know about the drive, but the rest of my plan will definitely put you in a better frame of mind.” He turned off the paved road onto a bumpy gravel one. A hundred meters later he pulled into the weedy driveway of a burned-out barn, where he parked behind a monstrous stack of barn boards. “It starts with me getting you naked in the back of my truck.” Two clicks later he’d unbuckled their seatbelts. “Then I’m gonna settle in between your thighs. Lick you up and down. Slide my fingers inside and suck your clit until you come against my face. I figure that’ll make you more agreeable.”

“That’s not the worst plan I’ve ever heard.” Need coiled low in her abdomen, spreading lower at the sound of his sexy laugh. He did dirty talk very, very well. Right now, she didn’t care about the reason behind it—she just wanted the follow-through. Mason’s face between her legs, his hands on her body. One more time, if nothing else.

Gravel crunched under his feet as he moved around the truck, lowering the gate, spreading a blanket he’d pulled from the backseat. Her door was next. No words, he reached in and scooped her up, kicking the door shut behind them. He carried her as if she weighed nothing. She snuggled in, savoring the hard wall of muscle against her cheek. And his scent—she could breathe him all day. He smelled better than the best cologne, just clean and…manly. Addictive. Covering that with artificial fragrance would be a crime.

“I’m still mad at you for hiding your age. And your birth date.”

“Nope. We’re not talking about that stuff ’til you’re de-stressed.” He lowered her onto the tailgate and hopped up alongside. “C’mere,” he said, pulling her to her feet. Slowly, he ran his hand through her hair, letting it sift around his fingers and fall back to her shoulders before starting again.

“I like it when you do that.”

“I know, I pay attention.”

Again with the sexy smile. Powerless, that’s what he made her. Like jelly. “What else do you know?”

“I know what’ll happen when I do this…” He trailed his fingers down her arm, to the hem of her dress, and slowly—super slowly—gathered it in his fists. The soft fabric caressed her skin as he drew it upward. Over her ass, her breasts, her head, until she stood in the open air wearing nothing but heels, a bra and hundreds of goose bumps.

“Nothing happened.”

“Your pink cheeks say otherwise.” He thumbed her bottom lip. “And this. You bite your lip when you’re turned-on. It’s very cute and sexy. Then there’s your nipples. I don’t need x-ray vision to know what I’m going to find underneath this white lace.” One-handed, he released the hooks. He took his time appraising and appreciating the view before squeezing her eager peaks and lowering his mouth to suckle them.

His mouth retreated far too quickly. “I
don’t
like it when you stop.”

“Only temporary, babe.” He stripped off his t-shirt and shorts. Balled the clothes together and knelt in front of her. “For your head.” Gently, he guided her to her knees. Then to her back. He bent her legs, one at a time. Kissed the inside of each thigh all the way to her ankle, where he untied the wraparound laces of her sandals. He held one up for inspection before chucking it aside. “These are nice. But this is nicer,” he said, and swiped his tongue between her legs.

The man could write a book on giving oral. He was that good.

“Why can’t I say no to you?” she asked as she opened wider for whatever he wanted to do. He looked up from his position on his belly. All she could see were his eyes, bluer than the sky overhead, and sexier than should be humanly possible.

“Because you don’t want to.”

True words, they hummed against her sensitive flesh. His lips followed, kissing her down low the same way he’d kiss her mouth. This was his thing, she knew it was. If she had a dozen lovers after Mason, none of them would taste her this way. So intimately. Lovingly.

Oh, wrong word to think. Love. Something she couldn’t afford to consider when it came to Mason. She shut her eyes, blocking the bright sky and the dangerous thoughts.

The dizzy sensation remained—Mason’s fault entirely. He chuckled at her dreamy sigh, then shifted gears. Faster, harder. More determined. His tongue swirled around her clit, vibrating so close to where she needed it but never hitting the spot directly. She shifted left, he adjusted. She shimmied to the right a little more subtly…damn him, he countered. He wanted her to squirm, to beg for it? With him she’d do anything.

“Please…stop teasing.”

Immediately, he focused on her clit, taking her to the edge. Two fingers slid inside her, then another in her ass. Spots flashed across her eyelids. Stars in the daytime.

“That, oh god…” She clutched his head tight, coming and coming on his tongue, around his fingers, the shock rippling through every cell and nerve.

“Good?” He nipped the curve of her ass, then rose to a stand.

“Very. There’s not a solid bone left in my body.”

The boxer briefs came off. Got tossed aside. God, he was tall, especially from this angle. Sort of like looking up a Greek statue—only more erect. And without fig leaves.

“I’m feeling much more relaxed now. So, you wanted to…talk?”

“Babe, I’m not done with you yet.”

“You didn’t say there was more to your plan.”

“You distracted me by looking all flushed and sexy. I didn’t get to finish.”

That was her cue. She moved to her knees and licked his cock from base to tip. “You absolutely need to finish. I insist.” And she’d love every second of it. She took him in greedily. Reveled in the fullness, the feeling of his cock touching the back of her throat. The low groan he made.

“Not this way.” He withdrew, stepped back.

“I thought you liked me sucking you.”

“I fucking love it. I think about it pretty much every minute I’m not with you.” The truck bounced as he jumped down. He patted the edge of the tailgate. “Get over here, gorgeous. Open up for me. Nice and wide.”

No other man had ever said these kinds of things to her. Looked at her the way Mason did, as if being with her—fucking, touching, tasting—was the most important thing in his world. She’d crawl naked over broken glass to get to him when he looked at her that way. Or across the bed of his truck.

“You brought condoms.” Her mouth actually watered watching him roll one on.

“When I’m with you, always.”

“That’s sweet.” She positioned herself in front of him, legs bent, the soles of her feet barely gripping the metal.

He laughed and pulled her closer so that her ass nearly hung off the edge of the truck. He spread her feet farther apart. Wrapped his hand around his cock and guided it to her entrance, teasing her with the tip. “It’s sweet that I want to fuck you every time I see you?”

“God, yes. Bring condoms, forget the flowers.”

“Damn. I spent forty bucks on roses for nothing.”

“The roses were beautiful, I love them. Now shut up and do me.”

“Good plan.” He pushed inside in one, smooth thrust. Balls-deep. He gritted his teeth and held still, savoring the clench of her muscles around him. Fuck, she felt right. Buried to the hilt, he ground against her clit the way she liked. Her soft moan, the arched back, sunshine and sweat on her skin…he’d never last. Slow and easy was going to kill him.

“Mason,” her eyes opened enough to focus on his, “don’t hold back.”

“After you—”

“No, now. Fuck me hard. I want to watch you lose control for a change.”

He wanted that too. To get lost in her. Wanted to stop thinking and ride the wave of pleasure that hit every time she surrounded him with her soft warmth, scent and sounds. Wanted it so much his balls ached. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” She trailed her fingers across her nipples. She plucked them, then moved one hand lower and started circling her clit.

“Jesus.” He didn’t have to move. He could come from watching her play with herself, nothing more. He braced his hands on her hips and pulled back until only the head of his cock was inside her. Drove in fast and full.

“Harder,” she said when he backed out again.
“Harder.”

She wanted it hard, wanted him to lose control? Wanted him to own her, to show her that he wasn’t going to let her run away? He curled his fingers into the fleshy curve of her ass. Looked in her eyes and slammed into her. Again and again. Sweat rolled down his face, forcing his eyes closed. Sounds filled his ears—slapping skin, sharp breaths, grunts and moans…and Andie’s voice, muttering single words that meant she was coming.

He hollered some single words of his own, and with one last, deep thrust, finished in a heap on her chest.

“Mason—I—can’t breathe.”

“Right.” He eased out and off. Found his land legs after a few seconds. Blinked until the little birds and stars disappeared.

She sat, knees folded under her ass, fingering a big tangle in the back of her hair. “This gives new meaning to the term bedhead. Between the blazing sun and physical exertion, I bet I sweated half my makeup off too. Look away…”

The view of her back as she jokingly turned away curled his gut. “Andie…your back…does it hurt?”

Soulful blue eyes blinked up at him. “No, should it?”

She had no idea. But she would, as soon as she got in front of a mirror. How could he have been such a selfish, reckless dick? With
her
.

“You’ve got rug burn. Or crap-ass blanket burn. It’s pretty raw.”

“Guess I won’t be wearing backless items for a few days.” She put on her bra, then her dress. “Until I met you, I’d never even had a hickey. Now I’ve had scraped knees from blowing you and rug burn from you fucking me.”

And…he just dropped another level, from careless jerk to total douche.

“What’re you going to do to me next, I wonder.” Her arms wrapped around his neck, pure mischief playing across her face.

Well, fuck him. “I can think of a few things.”

“I can’t wait.”

“After the party?”

“Sure, I’ll meet you later.”

“No deal.” He turned away to get dressed. The only way to hide the fact that his words were complete horseshit. He’d take a booty call if that’s all he could get. But he wanted more.