Game Plan (8 page)

She pointed to a monster executive home. “This one. Number 67.”

He swung into the driveway. Colored, stamped concrete, top notch, to go with the house. Tasteful outdoor lighting showcased pristine landscaping and immaculate grass. “Nice place,” he said while opening the passenger door.

“You want it? It’ll be on the market soon.”

“Big move or little move planned?”

“Downsizing, staying in town.” She dealt with the security system and gestured for him to enter. “I don’t need a place…like this,” she said, waving her hand at the foyer.

If she meant massive, he could see why. The foyer was almost as big as his kitchen. Speaking of kitchens, holy shit. His main floor could fit inside this one. Dark cherry cupboards, black granite, black appliances. Not Andie’s picks, he’d bet. Maybe it wasn’t the size of the house she wanted to change, but the style. She pulled a beer from the fridge and handed it to him. A Bud Light Lime. This, he pictured her choosing.

“It is a lot of house for two people.” He leaned on the counter and cracked open the beer. “But you might remarry, extend the family with more kids.” His move had been calculatingly casual. Her outburst of laughter was spontaneous and one hundred percent natural.

“Mason.” She leaned into him, hands spread flat on his chest. “You have nothing to worry about. I’m not out to snag you for marriage version two-point-oh, nor will I trap you with a baby. You’re safe.” She tiptoed up for a long, soft kiss. “I’m going to grab a shower. Finish your beer and meet me upstairs.”

The Bud crawled down his throat. He should be chugging it back and doing a happy dance. A funny, gorgeous, fucking sexy woman waited for him upstairs. She didn’t want his future or his sperm, just tonight and his Glad-wrapped cock.

He poured out half the beer and rinsed the bottle. Climbed the plush, carpeted stairs that led to what would undoubtedly be the hottest sex of his life. Afterward, he could walk away, satisfied and commitment free. Too bad he didn’t want that this time.

One upstairs room had lights on, its door half closed. He pushed it open slowly. Andie stood, bare from head to toe, fishing through a drawer, several items of lingerie hanging from her wrist.

“Put them all back. I want you just the way you are.”

Chapter Five

His voice alone did things to her. Worked its way through her system like a stimulant, turning every nerve ending to high. She didn’t look at him directly, just let the panties and bras slide back into the drawer. Facing the mirrored dresser, she arched her back and leaned forward while applying lip gloss. In the reflection, his eyes traveled up and down her body, paying particular attention to her ass and the slight spread of her legs. Being naked didn’t bother her. Good metabolism ran in her family and she’d never lost sight of keeping fit. While she might not be able to compete with a hard-bodied twenty-year-old, she more than held her own in the over-thirty class. She maintained her figure for her sake and no one else’s. That Mason seemed to enjoy looking at it was icing on the double-fudge cake.

The t-shirt went up and off. His hands moved to the fly of his jeans, took the zipper down slower than she’d have thought possible. God, she wanted to turn around. He hooked his fingers under the waistband and pushed. Denim and jersey went down together, leaving his cock free and ready. Head to toe, Mason was the finest specimen she’d ever had the pleasure of almost looking at. Even with his socks on.

“Turn around,” he said, so she did. “Come here.”

She did that too. As slowly as possible. Patience afforded her a better look than she’d have had launching herself across the room, as she wanted to do, so it was worth it. He had all these glorious muscles, not crazy big, but definitely the product of serious hours inside a gym. His chest had a small dose of short, brown hair and the tattoo she’d only seen a hint of under his ball jersey. A cross, and a detailed one, at that. Huh. That came as a surprise, given his vocabulary in the alley. Regardless, the tattoo only added to his hotness factor.

She stopped in front of him, barely able to breathe or think with his naked body so temptingly close. She raised her hand and traced the ink work with the tips of her fingers, making him shudder.

“You shiver and
my
nipples get hard,” she said.

He slid his hands up her sides and cupped her breasts, thumbing the hard peaks. “Babe, they were hard before you even turned around.”

“I’m pretty sure you were looking at my ass, not my nipples.”

“I am an ass man, and yours is amazing, but it didn’t stop me from appreciating your beautiful tits in the mirror.”

“I don’t think anybody’s ever called them that.”

“Beautiful? That’s a sin.”

She gave him a playful nudge. “No. The other part.”

“Tits?” he asked as he started walking her backward. “Does the word bother you?”

“No.” She expected to feel the bed at the back of her legs, but they passed it.

“So it won’t bother you when I say I want to suck your tits?”

“No, not at all.”

He lowered himself into the reading chair by the bay window and pulled her between his legs. “What if I tell you I want to suck your beautiful tits in front of this open curtain? That while I’m sucking your tits, nibbling your perfect pink nipples, I’m going to rub my finger over your clit again and again, until you come, right here, where anyone on Paradise Ave can see. Does that bother you at all?”

She shook her head, not trusting her voice to come out steady.

“I’m gonna need to hear you say the words.” One finger began a back-and-forth motion, as promised. “Just to be sure.”

Every window in the house was tinted. Mason wasn’t aware of that fact and she wasn’t about to spill. Standing naked at the glass always gave her a little thrill, even knowing nobody could see a thing. Standing here in front of Mason while he promised to do oh so good bad things made her tingle all over. She’d never done anything like this with Scott. He didn’t like to play.

“I want you to suck my…um…tits.” A hot, naked man was in her bedroom, waiting to pleasure her, and that lame-o attempt at sexy was the best she could do? She rolled her eyes as her cheeks burned. “When you call them tits, it makes me feel sexy. When I use the word, I feel like an idiot.”

“That’s no good.” Mason smiled and leaned back in the chair, cock in hand. “I definitely want you feeling sexy, not stupid.” He used a slow, steady rhythm, never taking his eyes off her. Now
that
was sexy.

“This is way better than internet porn.”

“Yeah?” A red-hot smile slid into place. “And is this what you do when you’re watching porn—just watch?”

“Sometimes I fold laundry.” The deep sound of his laugh made her best parts tighten with need. “But mostly I play with myself.”

“I’d like to see that.”

“Let me grab the hamper.” She took a fake step away, enough to make him reach for her. His hand closed around her wrist. Not tight, he didn’t need to use his strength to keep her there. The rush of sensation that came with each touch, the draw of his incredible eyes, she’d do anything he asked, with or without words. So self-assured and in control, Mason was a man who knew what he wanted and expected to get it. He affected every nerve ending, every cell in her body. He was exactly what she’d been missing.

He drew her back to the spot in front of the window. Directed the hand he’d grabbed to the needy place between her legs, then let go. His eyes stayed on her while he lazily fisted his cock with his right hand.

He wanted to watch her touch herself? Expert at masturbation she was, but never for an audience. Her heart rate kicked up its pace as she slid one finger between her folds and circled her clit without touching it. Self-inflicted tease torture, the kind she used when she wanted to draw out the process. A little more pressure wouldn’t tip the scales. She rubbed across her clit, igniting the need to come. Mason’s eyes were transfixed on her motion. Hand still working in his lap, he pumped faster, matching her rhythm. A bead of pre-come formed on the tip, begging to be licked.

“I need your cock in my mouth.” He answered her by jerking forward and sealing his lips over her nipple. “Okay, I can wait a few more minutes.” Vibrations from his muffled laugh tickled the sensitive skin of her breast. She wriggled against the sensation. He nipped the bud, hard enough to make her gasp—and press her eager body closer. If only he had two mouths, one for each breast. His hand moved up her body and pinched the lonely nipple. Oh, sweet heaven. It never felt this good when she squeezed them.

His teeth scraped the flesh as he released it. He skimmed his hands down her stomach, anchored them on her hips and urged her downward, to her knees. Wordless, intense and perfect. He angled his cock with one hand, using the other to cup her cheek. She looked into his eyes and opened for him. Let him guide her lips down his shaft until there was nothing left to take. How did he know everything she wanted?

“Your mouth is fucking paradise.”

Sexy, perfect words. She gulped his cock base to tip, over and over. Fast, because she was way past being able to go slow. Her nipples rubbed the edge of the chair with each pass, the raw silk piping creating a burning pleasure that shot through her body. Mason’s scent, his intoxicating man-ness, rushed her senses. She stroked the strip of soft, smooth skin below his balls. He cursed under his breath and tilted his hips, giving her better access. She ventured lower, massaging the ring of his ass with small, firm circles.

“Jesus, Andie…”

She jerked her hand away. Oh god, he hated it. He hated it and probably thought she was a freak for doing it. “Sorry. I’m sorry… Apparently not all the tips in those sex articles are good ones.”

He shifted forward in the seat, putting them in very close proximity. “Fingering my ass was an experiment?”

“I wouldn’t exactly call it fingering.”

“Because…”

“No penetration.” The words squeaked out as heat rushed her cheeks, making her blush like a virgin. First the flub with the dirty talk, now this. Oh yah, she was proving to be quite the dud at seduction scenes.

He rose from the chair, grabbed her hands and pulled her up, into his arms. The smile on his face matched the erection pressing against her stomach. Huge. “You can use me as your sexual guinea pig anytime. But right now,” his fingers ran down the seam of her ass, cupping it at the bottom with a hard squeeze, “it’s my turn to experiment. And babe, there’s gonna be penetration.”

Halfway to the bed, he hooked his arms under her knees and hoisted her up. The head of his cock rubbed her clit. A couple of small adjustments and she could have him inside her. And man, she needed that. Big time.

“Where are the condoms?” The last thing she wanted was an accidental pregnancy from her first time out of the gate.

“Front pocket of my jeans.” Cool softness hugged her body as he deposited her onto the duvet. “We don’t need them yet.”

“You’re going to make me wait even longer?” Not that she minded having him hovering over her, kissing his way down her neck and over the curve of her breast.

“Impatient much?” He caught her nipple between his teeth and tugged. “It’s been what…twenty-eight hours since we met?” He gave her a devastatingly hot smile before his mouth disappeared beneath her breast to continue its southbound journey.

“Yes, but it’s been years since—” Oh, oh. She glanced down. The sensual movement of his head combined with the fluttering of his tongue against her sensitive parts rendered her momentarily mute. His fingers slipped inside her. She relaxed her hips, opening wider. At the deepest point of each thrust, his knuckles brushed her ass, teasing her rear entry. No man had ever touched her there, though it certainly ranked highly in her fantasy time. Mason would be different. He’d touch her everywhere, fuck her everywhere. Do everything she dreamed about and maybe some extra stuff.

Her legs shook as she tipped over the edge. She shoved her hands through his hair, clutching his head, melting against his face. Shamelessly enjoying what he gave. When the last wave of ecstasy rippled through her, she dissolved into the bed. Satisfied with a capital S, large font, bold and in italics. Most of the women she knew would kill for one orgasm like that. Yet seeing Mason resurface, licking his lips and smiling, she greedily wanted to shove him back down for another round.

“Wow.”

“Yeah?” He put his tongue on her clit and gave it a little swirl.

“Very wow.” So much so, she could barely take the light teasing he was administering. “Are you a good vet?”

“The best.”

Confidence suited him. He wore it as naturally as skin. “You’re not going to ask me why I’m asking about your job right after you made me come like a rocket?”

“Nah, but I like that part about the rocket.”

“That was my point. If the vet thing doesn’t work out, you could become a gigolo. With your skills, you’d be rich.”

“Would you pay for my services?”

“I might.”

“I wouldn’t take your money. Burying my face between your legs is my pleasure.”

“God, you’re smooth.”

“You’d rather I was rough?”

One look at his hungry smile and the sinful glint in his eyes and she was done for. Whatever he did to her, however he did it, would end with a trip to the moon. She didn’t doubt that for one second.

“How about now…” She rocked her hips side to side. “Have I been patient enough?”

“Hell yes.” He disentangled himself from her legs, turned her on her side and smacked her on the butt. “Go get them.”

No need to tell her twice. She rolled off the bed and practically dove for the pile of clothes he’d left on the floor. Digging through his pockets revealed four condoms. Ambitious. She raised an eyebrow at him while holding them up, fan-style.

“I know, I should’ve brought the whole box.”

The bed shook as she plopped down beside him. “What, it’s not enough that you wrecked my ankle with a baseball, now you want to cripple me by way of fucking?” Before she could blink, he’d snagged the condoms from her hand and flipped her onto her back. His cock tapped her inner thigh, edging closer, then retreating. Driving her wild.