Game's Over: A BWWM Romance (Game of Chance Book 3) (7 page)

“It’s okay. I was a jerk after all.”

“Yeah, but you…you were right. It’s not you I’m mad at.”

So much for not talking, he thought with a small smile.

“Who are you mad at?”

“Someone. Someone who…well, it’s been awhile. He doesn’t matter now.”

“Bullshit. It obviously does if you are still this worked up about him.”

Vivica snorted. She didn’t reply for the longest time, and Grant got nervous, thinking he’d pushed his luck too far. When the silence became unbearable, he cleared his throat, forcing his gaze away from the sky and looking straight into Vivica’s liquid, velvet brown eyes.

“I’m going to guess,” he said softly. “He was with you and running in the contest. And he cheated on you.” Vivica’s shoulders stiffened immediately, but Grant went doggedly on. “Maybe with some asshole like me, who only entered the Casa Blanca's Summer Bombshell to get some tail. And now you want to prove to him that all his bullshit excuses about the contest and, I dunno, temptation, and everyone does it and so on and so forth is just that. Bullshit.”

“And you think so, why?”

Grant shrugged. “Just your reaction tonight after my performance. Did you like the song, by the way?”

Vivica’s cheek twitched, as though she was trying to keep a smile.

“Cheesy.”

“Doesn’t make it any less true.”

Vivica let out a long breath, and finally turned to fix Grant with a heated stare. “Is that so?”

Grant’s brain short circuited. He swallowed, and nodded. “That is so.”

The first touch of Vivica’s mouth on his was a shock of electricity. He gasped as he was pushed back against the wall, head knocking painfully on the concrete, and Vivica’s hands fisted in his jacket, lips parting over Grant’s as he kissed him with a kind of fervent desperation. Grant’s hand spanned on the small of her back and pulled her in close, his head spinning, the whole world around him stilling as he parted his mouth and pressed his tongue insistently over her lips, begging for entrance.

Vivica opened her mouth with a sigh and pressed closer, impossibly closer. Grant groaned and held her tight, feeling light-headed and dizzy as though he’d just swallowed ten shots of vodka. When they finally parted, short of breath, Grant leaned his forehead against Vivica, so close to him that the infinite contentment in her eyes was overwhelming.

“Is your offer to get out of here still up for grabs?” Vivica breathed, low and soft, almost like a secret. Grant thought he might get whiplash, he nodded so fast.

“Let’s go then.”

Chapter 8

Zenobia had asked him, days after the end of the contest, what happened after that. The truth was, Grant had no idea. It was as though time had compressed, and one minute they were kissing against the rough cement wall of the club, the next they were frantically ripping their clothes off one another like in one of those cheesy movie montages.

He knew, somewhat distantly, like a distorted memory, that Vivica had driven them both to his place because he was too jittery and antsy to be trusted behind the wheel. He knew his dog had made a mess on the floor, and Vivica had laughed, sidestepped it, and kissed Grant again, mumbling something about keeping it real. Grant’s previous anger at his pup vanished with the sound of her giggle, and he thought Domino needed extra treats if just because he’d made her laugh.

It was the first time he’d heard her laugh.

They did manage to get to the bedroom after a comedy of errors—elbows in each other’s guts as clothes were flung all over the place, not a trace of the finesse the Casa Blanca's Summer Bombshell possessed on stage, and ended up in a breathless pile on Grant’s duvet, kissing and whispering and caressing newly discovered skin like it was the first time.

In a strange, earth-stopping way, it was.

Grant cupped the back of Vivica’s head and hoisted her up on his lap, one leg on each side, kissing the side of her jaw as he held her carefully against his chest, knuckles rolling down her back as though trying to work off the tension. Vivica shivered and dug her nails in the rippled muscles in Grant’s shoulders, breath growing heavier as she nuzzled the side of his face, feeling the beginning of stubble under the tender skin.

“Slow,” Vivica whispered, and Grant nodded against her chin, kissing her throat and all around until he could suck her earlobe between his lips.

“Slow,” he agreed.

He would agree to anything. He was too euphoric, too drunk with emotion as he held that beautiful, beautiful woman in his arms.

Vivica shivered, her defenses stripped down, the pieces in Grant’s hands to collect, and he would do just so—take them and keep them safe and put her back together, time and time again. Grant’s fingers slowly worked their way around her body, resting on the sharp curve of her hips, palms splaying outward. Vivica’s breath hitched and she laid her forehead against Grant’s collarbone, looking down at where Grant’s thumbs were moving closer to the damp spot on her G-string.

Grant looked up. It was now or never. He had no idea why he was so nervous, but Vivica simply nodded, once, and Grant’s thumbs hooked into the elastic of her G-string, pulling them down all the way down and off her ankles, leaving her totally exposed to him. The moment Grant’s hand finally touched her, Vivica keened and dug her fingers deeper into Grant’s shoulder blades, her breath growing heavier. She rocked her hips into the light touch, eyes hooded as she looked down at the slow, teasing movement of Grant’s hand on her pussy.

Grant’s bachelor bedroom was silent apart from their quiet, mumbled moans and the occasional canine whine from where Domino was locked in the kitchen. It felt surreal, dreamlike. Vivica shuddered and rolled her hips against Grant’s hand, head bowed down low to lick and suck at the curve of his breastbone.

“Fuck,” Grant groaned.

His eyes squeezed shut as his own hips stuttered upwards, his cock leaking and bobbing over his abs. His spare hand traveled from Vivica’s hip to the smooth curve of her ass. He gripped and tugged experimentally before sliding down and spreading her swollen lips apart.

“Oh, God,” Vivica breathed, her breath burning against Grant’s skin

“You like that?” Grant asked, feeling suddenly bold.

Vivica bit her lip and said nothing, but she pushed against Grant’s hand, looking for the phantom pressure of Grant’s fingers over her entrance back and forth, back and forth until Vivica groaned and started to thrust into his hand.

“Slow,” Grant promised her again. “Not gonna rush you.”

Vivica’s eyes flew open, bright and alert, and she quickly pressed her mouth over Grant’s, eating away at his words until Grant moaned and rutted up against her hip, his cock leaving burning hot trails of pre-cum on her skin.

“I want it.” Vivica’s teeth sank into Grant’s lower lip. “I want you.”

Grant didn’t think he could grow harder and have his heart beat faster at the same time, but those three words proved him wrong. He kissed the bridge of her nose, the tension suddenly creeping up at the base of his spine. He needed to keep his cool, but somehow, this whole thing with Vivica had reduced him to a stuttering, nervous wreck.

“Just tell me to stop if…you know.” Grant held her gaze and nuzzled at her lips.

Vivica shook her head, her hips rocking of their own volition.

“I’m not exactly a virgin,” she said, the hint of laughter creeping back into her voice.

Grant couldn’t help but smile back, and watched as laughter left Vivica’s eyes to be replaced by something much more intense, breath catching in her throat as the tip of Grant’s finger slipped inside of her before withdrawing, merely a hint, a shadow of a feeling. She shivered and rocked against Grant’s hand.

“Fuck. Grant. More, Grant, come on…”

Grant kissed Vivica’s panting mouth as he returned his hand to Vivica’s crotch. He thumbed her clit and slid his finger into her tight pussy, before stroking all the way up again, wet, slick and heavy. She surged forward and caught his mouth in a messy kiss, tongues tangled, sloppy and breathless, moans dying against each other’s skin as Grant slowly worked his index finger over her clit. She shuddered and bit his lower lip, whimpering softly and spreading her legs as far as they would go on his lap.

“More?” Grant whispered, working his finger cautiously over her swollen nub.

She was so hot, so tight, beautifully flushed against Grant’s chest. Grant leaned in and kissed the side of her jaw.

“Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you. Anything. Anything you want.”

Vivica arched her head backward, allowing Grant all the access he wanted.

“Just you,” she pleaded. “I want you.”

With his thumb, Grant caught Vivica’s jaw and tilted her head. “I’m yours if you want me.”

Chapter 9

Vivica groaned and closed her eyes, her hands curling into Grant’s hair as she guided Grant’s head to her breasts. Carefully, Grant pulled his finger out of her opening and braced his hand on her hip.

She clung to his neck as he flipped them around, laying her down on the duvet underneath him, his own body blanketing her from above. Flailing around with one arm, Grant managed to grab a pillow and prop it under her head. With Vivica arranged in an artlessly graceful sprawl, Grant pushed himself up to his knees and began to kiss his way down the crease of her hip, lower and lower until he could part her thighs with one hand.

“Grant?”

Vivica looked at him, her eyes huge in the dull light, gleaming with sweat clumped eyelashes. Her skin glowed and her lips were ruby red from kisses and bites. It made Grant’s heart skip in his chest. Grant smiled, lips caressing the tender skin of her inner thigh. She sucked in a harsh breath, spreading her legs as Grant guided them, her self-control growing weaker in the face of the overload of sensation.

Slowly, cautiously, Grant hooked Vivica’s legs up over his shoulders as he inched closer and closer to her pussy. He parted his lips and let his tongue slide up and down her slit. She whimpered and clumsily thrust her hips up, all need and lust. Grant’s dick jumped in response, and he had to grab at the base to keep himself in check as he suckled at her clit, his fingers running circular patterns at the juncture of her thigh and groin. Vivica grunted and twisted her fingers in Grant’s hair, moaning as her back arched and she shook under the combined pressure.

Grant doubled his efforts. He wanted Vivica to come first, hell, come twice if he could stretch it, before Grant got anywhere near the main event. He slotted his finger back to the slick, wet entrance to her pussy, thumb quickly pushing all the way in, and that pushed her completely over the edge. She came with a small, choked cry, contracting wildly and drenching Grants face with not so much as a word of warning.

Grant eased up and placed a gentle kiss against her swollen lips. Vivica moaned, a blissed-out glow taking over her body, and she flopped back down on the bed with a slow, pleased grin. Grant licked his lips, completely savoring her flavor.

“You taste sweet,” he mumbled.

He no longer had any filter between his brain, his dick, and his mouth. Vivica body flushed hot in the darkness as Grant nuzzled his cheek against her knee, tracing patterns on her skin with his tongue. She whimpered when Grant hooked an arm under her knees and forced her legs up against her chest.

“Patience, baby.”

Grant kissed the inside of her thighs, feeling her stomach clench as he looked down at the beauty spread eagled underneath him. Vivica’s pussy was still swollen and damp. Grant couldn’t resist such temptation. He licked up over her clit, feeling her shake violently underneath him.

He was tempted to go for another round, even though his jaw ached, and his dick was diamond hard against his belly, damp with pre-cum. He needed to do something about that. Grant parted Vivica’s legs further, his tongue lapping up and down her slit, then towards her ready entrance. Her moans was precisely what Grant had banked on. He grinned and slid his tongue inside, his fingers tight around her thighs.

Vivica writhed and moaned so openly it sent Grant’s blood pulsing fast and loud through his veins. He wanted to hear more of those sounds. Just knowing he was the one who got her to break down her walls and allow Grant to see her, the whole of her, made him feel ridiculously happy and elated and scared shitless at the same time. He used his tongue until his lips felt numb, and Vivica’s heels dug hard against the curves of Grant’s shoulder blades.