Hooked Up the Game Plan (6 page)

The moment his fingers closed around hers, she shivered. He didn’t argue or bluster like he would have done. Another wash of awareness infused her body.
Maybe he really did tell the truth.
When had being in Reid’s presence ever made her feel like she’d spontaneously combust?

The shed of shame was a storage unit located between the fifth and sixth holes. It was disguised, designed to resemble the bow of a pirate ship. Though Nisha suspected Hunter had it built merely for his own nefarious purposes, she couldn’t prove it. When she pulled open the door, a musty scent assaulted her nose. A few gardening-type tools rested in a corner along with a couple of long-handled nets for retrieving balls from water hazards. Other than that, the five-by-five space held a molded-plastic chair, a wooden work bench and a huge roll of green felt. A box of assorted-sized condoms rested on the work bench. Lea
ve it to Hunter to make sure the
party practiced safe sex.

Thank goodness there were no windows. She didn’t trust their
f
riends not to spy. Still, the anticipation of having Reid pleasure her far outweighed a few prying eyes. While Nisha pulled the string that turned on the lone, naked light bulb above her head, Reid closed the door. Weak light flickered then held in the space, but not enough to illuminate the shadowy corners. Her cunt throbbed and goose bumps raced over her skin. Not once in their previous relationship had Reid given her oral sex. Knowing he had to this time drove her desire skyward. A frown pulled at her lips. That was the difference. He
had
to. It wasn’t because it was his idea.

“Listen, Reid, let’s just pretend we did this, okay? They don’t need to know we backed out.” Second-guessing her motives threatened to strangle her.

“I don’t plan on backing out.” He touched her hand. “I
want
to do this, all right?”

“Oh yeah?” She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

Reid’s eyes darkened. “Yeah. I’d hoped this would be one of the punishments.” He waved her toward the plastic chair. “Why don’t you sit there?”

What was there to say? If a guy said he wanted to go down on her, who was she to argue, especially when that guy was Reid? With a tiny sigh
,
she stumbled to the chair, slid her panties down her legs and off with shaking hands, and then sat, her skivvies in a
wad beside her.

Nisha waited as her heartbeat raced. Her legs naturally parted. Moisture tickled her folds, increasing the longer he drew out the anticipation. Finally, the silence got the best of her. She had to know. “You looked forward to doing
this
to
me
?” She raised an eyebrow and resisted the urge to squirm when the cool air hit her wet folds.

“Yup. I
regretted never pleasuring
you like I should have.
A
fter all those times you went down on me I didn’t return the favor. I was such a bastard.” Reid squatted in front of h
er. “I hope you’ll forgive me.”

He shoved the denim skirt up her thighs. When it caught around her backside, he hooked his hands beneath her knees and scooted her forward until she was doing an awkward balancing act with her butt almost off the chair. The skirt rolled beneath her and bared her lower half to his glittering gaze. “Hot damn, Nisha.” He trained his attention on her pussy. “I wish I had more time to look.”

The wonder in his expression, the abject desire in his eyes, and the way he licked his bottom lip all had her creaming so much she hoped he wouldn’t think she was as desperate as she felt. This man wasn’t the same guy who’d made her life hell three years ago.
Yet he was also the man she still loved and couldn’t
forget. If the time was
right and he wasn’t too good to be true, she’d totally blurt out her feelings.

Be strong, Nisha. Don’t do it until you’re sure…
Easier said than done when she’d be fucked with his tongue in seconds.
I’m in trouble the size of a T-Rex.

Reid encouraged her splayed knees onto his shoulders right before he dipped his head and touched his tongue to her folds. Nisha stopped thinking as intense sensations exploded through her. “Steady. I won’t hurt you,” he whispered against her aching flesh.

“I’m not worried about that.” She was worried she’d end up liking this version of Reid way more than she should. Her words gave way to pants of pleasure as he rimmed her opening with the tip of his tongue, leaving no part of her untouched.
Holy cow, this is so freaking good!

He licked her cunt again
and massaged her folds with enough pressure to keep her squirming but not to find bliss. A whimper escaped her throat. She dug her heels into his back, forcing him closer, and focused on the top of his head as he worked. Even that wasn’t enough to distract her from the out of control sensations threatening to tear her apart. Reid nibbled his way to her clit then
teas
ed the throbbing bud with his tongue over and over again.

Her body shook. Urgent pressure bore through her insides. Need circled through her core. Never had she felt such things at his hands. Sure, she’d had a few orgasms when she’d been with him but nothing like this. “Oh, oh, Reid, I’m gonna come.” The second he sucked her clit, the orgasm slammed into her. Waves of bliss caught her in their tide. The plastic chair dug into her palms as she bucked against his face. Each time her pussy danced with the contractions, she screamed, and she continued to scream while Reid kept sucking on her clit.

Finally, he stopped the torment. He rocked backward on his heels and smiled. The corners of his eyes crinkled with his grin. “How was that?”

“Wow.” Nisha let her legs slip to the floor and then laid half-on, half-off the chair while her body shook and her pulse thundered. “Oh my God, I totally forgive you.” She stared at him in more than a little awe. He’d gone down on her for no other reason than to pleasure her. Tremors skittered over her heart. Was this a one-time thing or had he truly changed? “Where did you learn that?”

He wiped residual moisture from his face with the back of his arm. “I guess all those fantasies about you over the years paid off.”

Nisha struggled into a standing position even though her legs wobbled. He’d dreamed about her after they’d broken up? She slipped her panties back on and cringed. Nothing like damp, cold underwear. “I don’t know what to say.”
About any of this.

“Don’t say anything yet. I have much more in store for you.” The promise in his eyes left her breathless.

The door swung open and Hunter stood looking at her with a big, goofy grin on his face. “Time’s up. I’m guessing it was good. We heard you hollering all the way across the course.” He mock-saluted Reid. “Good going, man.”

Kill me now.
With her chin up and flaming cheeks, Nisha left the shed
and was greeted by
a round of applause as she, Reid and Hunter rejoined the party.
I can’t believe I was that loud.
But… she couldn’t help her grin.
It was so good.
Flutters chased through her pussy. She shot a glance at Reid. If anything his erection had grown. He adjusted his khakis, and she shivered. Would she have the opportunity to return the favor?

“Let’s go, kids. We’ve got the rest of course to get through!” Hunter’s order scattered the rest of her thoughts.

The first three teams completed the fifth hole without violation or anyone getting an ace. Though she and Reid had taken some brief ribbing about their time in the shed, no one pressed the issue or teased her as much as she thought they would after Hunter’s hint at her volume. Nisha stood on the other side of the fairway, far from where Reid loitered near the green. For the first time since knowing him, she was at a loss for words.

By the time Reid lined up his putt, Nisha’s need had gotten out of control. She’d given up trying to hide the hard points of her nipples. Without his overt swaggering, the understated attitude shined through and tripped her trigger more than ever.
What the hell is wrong with me? It’s Reid for God’s sake. A guy can’t change that much! Just because he gave me the best orgasm of my life doesn’t mean anything.

Hunter’s whistle shattered her thoughts. “Reid’s aced another one. Everybody lose a piece of clothing!”

“Argh!” Nisha’s frustrated cry caused a round of laughter. While everyone ditched various articles of clothing—which made a couple of people in the party strip down to skivvies—Nisha debated her own choices. The shirt or skirt? Which part of her did she want them—or Reid—looking at more? Finally, she gritted her teeth, tugged her shirt over her head
,
and then dropped it into the laundry basket. Now everyone would see her aroused nipples. Maybe they’d just think it was from the cooling nighttime air. She snorted. Yeah right. Not this crowd and definitely not during this event. When she glanced over at Reid, her throat went dry. He’d also shed his shirt and now his contoured chest and abs were on display.

Oh my God.
She wanted to smear him with ice cream and take her time lic
king it from his tanned skin,
follow
ing
that ribbon of blond hair beneath his waistband. Her pussy throbbed. She clenched her thighs together until the urge to come from ocular stimulation passed. Trying her best to ignore him, she stumbled down the fairway, situated her ball and executed her first putt.
Crap!
She glanced around
,
but no one had seen the violation. A trickle of disappointment snaked through her.
Damn, now I don’t get to have another kiss.
She continued on and completed the cup at par without embarrassing herself by launching herself at Reid. Had he always looked that good?

Stop it, Nisha. You’re acting like an idiot.
The stern warning didn’t distract her from wondering how long it would be before she got him alone.

Again, the wait for the party to cycle through meant she either had to ignore Reid or talk to him. She settled for ogling him and picturing him naked. Her gaze jogged to his crotch. She sucked in a breath while she massaged his boner with her eyes. The urge to touch him, wrap her fingers around his length grew out of control. Maybe she should throw the rest of the game just for a chance to revisit the shed… By the time she flicked her gaze to his face, her body was so hot she thought about jumping into the nearest water hazard. Her temperature reached nuclear levels when a slow, knowing grin curved Reid’s mouth.

I’m in big, big trouble—and he knows what I’m thinking!

Reid did the sixth hole with no violations or issues. Thanks to her raging libido and inability to take her eyes off his abs and cock, Nisha knocked her ball into the water hazard. Hunter’s whistle shrilled
,
and all the players gathered around the fairway.

“Random player chosen to pick the punishment is Trina.”

“Woohoo!” Trina chucked her empty beer bottle into a trash can. “Let’s see. You can either strip naked and parade around all nine holes or…” She twirled
a lock of blonde hair around a
forefinger. “You can hit the shed of shame and give Reid a little mouth action.” The smile that accompanied the announcement was made of pure evil. “I mean, look at him. His dick’s just begging for servicing.”

Thank you God!

She peered at Reid. Then her heart crashed to her toes. His shoulders slumped and his confident smile had faded around the edges. In the past, he would have been hooting with glee and practically dragging her off to the shed. The change in attitude was… sexy. Anticipation lanced down her spine. She’d do this for him because
she
wanted to, not because the rules made her. Hell, who was she kidding? She’d do it for her because she couldn’t wait to taste his cock.

“I’d rather go to the shed.” She walked the path to the shed, hoping Reid followed.

Hunter hefted his beer bottle in a salute. “You know the drill. Ten minutes from the time the door closes.”

The hoots and cat calls from the rest of the party, she ignored. They didn’t matter, not when her cunt throbbed and goose bumps raced over her skin. 

Once inside, Reid touched her hand. “Why don’t we leave the light off?”

“Okay.” She didn’t mind if he didn’t. That way she wouldn’t see him watching her in case she messed up. Seconds ticked by in the near-complete darkness. “We should probably get to it or else Hunter will barge in on the act.” She didn’t want that. This would be special, regardless of the circumstances. Sorta like her gift to him.

“Nisha, seriously, you don’t need to go down on me.”

“I think I do.” It wasn’t about completing the course anymore.
S
he wanted him more than she wanted to win the game. She found him in the dark. “Hurry and undo your fly.” She dropped to her knees on the gritty, concrete floor and felt her way up his cargo shorts. Her fingers brushed his while he unbuttoned and unzipped. Electric tremors passed between them.
What the hell?
With no time to wonder about the strong attraction, she tugged and brought the elastic waist of his boxer shorts past his engorged cock. “It’s been awhile, but I think I remember how it goes.”