Scoring Lacey (4 page)

Reaching under the jacket she wiggled the dress down and off. The car veered left then jerked back into the right lane. “Something wrong?” She felt decadent as she tossed her dress into the backseat.

“Nope,” he said slowly as his hand caressed up her leg. “This is where you tell me you don’t have condoms. And that the girls are home.” He eased the car to a stop and gazed at her.

The heat in his eyes made her stomach jump nervously. Was she really going to do this?

Jesus. Condoms. Why would she have condoms? She shook her head. “Kayla’s still in Calgary and Carmen went to a sleepover.”

“Perfect.” His gaze skimmed over her. “Don’t move. At all.” He vanished and she watched him jog across the street to the twenty-four hour convenience store. Five minutes later he came back, carrying a plastic cup in his hand. He lifted it up, sipping while he waited for a car to pass by. He grinned mischievously as he climbed into the car. “Slurpee?”

She took the cup and sipped the sweetened ice drink. “Good.”

“Hydration’s important.” He began to drive again. “And ice is fun.” He reached over, pressed his finger over the mouth of the straw as he drove the familiar route to her house. He brushed aside the jacket then when the plastic scoop on the end of the straw rested on her breast, he lifted his finger and the frosty drink spilled over her breast. She gasped at the sensation, goosebumps pebbling on her skin. At a stop sign, he leaned over and licked her. “Lots of fun.” He kissed her then turned left. “Wanna open up that garage so you’re not flashing the neighborhood.”

“Hm?” She blinked then opened the glove compartment when he pointed at the garage door. She handed over the remote and sipped the drink, watching this man she no longer knew.

Once the engine was off and the door was down, they were cocooned in silence. She watched him as she nervously nibbled on the straw. He was leaning forward again, his arm resting on the steering wheel as he stared at her.

They could stop here, she realized. Chock it up to a lot of scotch and an adrenaline rush from the game. She reached out with a hand cold from the cup and rubbed her wet finger over his mouth. He was beautiful.

Dark hair, eyes almost grey in the shadows, stubborn jaw. There was a scar under his chin from a hockey stick meeting his face. She traced the mark and met his gaze. “Take me upstairs, Shayne. Strip off my panties and make me come by your mouth. Then flip me over and fuck me until I come screaming your name.”

He smiled as he caught her hand and kissed her palm. They both opened their doors at the same time and left the safety of the garage for the reality of her home.

She was going to do this. She was really going to do this.

When Kevin had left her, she had made over her bedroom. No more beige walls, no more asexual sheets. The furniture was new, the dark red bedding was new, the pale gold walls were new. He was, she realized, the first man in her new room. Nerves pricked at her as she folded her arms over her chest. He toed off his black dress shoes then walked towards her.

Lacey’s heart galloped in her chest as he approached. He crouched down and brushed his fingers over her ankles. She gripped his shoulder as she shifted her balance. He gazed up at her as he palmed one stiletto off then set her foot down. Hands caressed slowly up her leg, moved to the other then stroked down. She lifted her left foot and the shoes were history.

He moved to his knees, his face level with her stomach as he idly ran his fingers up and down her legs.

“Why am I nervous?”

He slid his hands up under the jacket, caressed her ass then down to her ankles. Up and down, slow, measured strokes. “Because everything changes now. Now we’re two people. A man wanting a woman, a woman wanting a man. The minute I slide into your body, I become your lover, not your kid brother’s friend.” His fingers curled and he drew her panties down, his fingers still managing to caress her. He had calluses from the game and they rasped over her skin with a sensual texture. She lifted one foot then the other. “It all changes now, Lacey,” he said and lowered his mouth to her.

She cried out, dropping her hands to clutch his head as his tongue licked over her. He licked slowly, indulging himself. “Shayne.” She gripped him as the tip of his tongue slipped between the damp folds and sought out her clit. “Shayne!” Her knees buckled and he moved her to the bed.

She sank onto her back as he spread her legs wide, opening her up and making room for those shoulders of his.

“Pretty pussy,” he said before he lowered his head and pressed an open mouth kiss over her. She cried out, arching up as he proceeded to feast on her. He sucked, he licked, and he slid his tongue into her. She bowed, screaming when he bit her clit.

Holy God. What was he doing?

He bit her thigh, caressed her leg then returned to the promise he had made earlier. He dined on her pussy. Lips, tongue, teeth. They were everywhere. Her eyes snapped open she felt his tongue slowly circle lower. Never, ever, ever.

“When I said I was going to fuck you everywhere, Lace?” A finger replaced his tongue. “I meant it. Even here.”

God, she thought as his mouth returned to her pussy, tongue boldly thrusting as his finger lightly brushed over the soft skin at her ass. “Shayne!” His fingertip eased in and she felt his mouth move as cream spilled from her. The minute stretching was as disconcerting as him putting his finger there.
Never, ever, ever,
she thought,
has anyone done this.
His hand caressed down her leg then he lifted her foot to his shoulder.

A soft kiss was pressed at the curve of her knee and then he lifted her leg over his head, rolling her onto her stomach. “This ass,” he said with a little awe, his hands pushing up the jacket. “This luscious ass.”

Lying on her stomach, she propped herself up on her elbows and gazed at the man staring at her ass like it was the most amazing thing he had seen. Kevin had called it her bubble butt, had made her work the stairmaster in an attempt to deflate it. Hadn’t worked. Her ass was her ass. “Luscious?”

“Plump and ripe.” He met her gaze as he bit one cheek hard. She gasped, her back arching at the sensation. His eyes gleamed as he reached up and tugged on the back of his jacket. She sank down and let him strip it away. She rose once more, needing to see him.

“Fuck, Lace.” He caressed up her legs, over her bum, up her back then down. When he stood up, he lifted her legs, scooting her forward to rest her knees on the bed. The joys of strength. “Sweet God,” he whispered as his hand glided over her ass then down to her pussy.

She sank down, shuddering out a sigh as he caressed her with one hand. His other hand was coasting over her ass. His eyebrows rose and fell right before he delivered a loud, hard slap to a cheek. She cried out at the sensation, her hands fisting on the sheets. Holy hell, what was the man doing to her?

She felt herself spill over his fingers from the spank. He grabbed her and tossed her easily so she was on her back. She bounced twice before he was lying on her, his mouth claiming hers.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him close while her hands discovered how wide his shoulders were. “Naked, Shayne. Get naked. I want to see you.” He rose up on his knees and she watched in delighted horror as he grabbed the front of his silk shirt and ripped it open. God, he was hard everywhere. Muscles carved his flesh, dark hair covered his chest before disappearing behind his cummerbund. She scrambled onto her knees, her hands exploring all that tanned skin. He struggled out of the ruined shirt that looked like it cost the same as one of Kayla’s courses.

Had she ever been this hungry for a man?

Considering her sexual experience was the sum total of Kevin until tonight, the answer was an easy no.

She followed the pleated satin of the cummerbund to the back where she eased it open then tossed it aside. The front of his slacks tented over his erection. She gazed into Shayne’s eyes as she opened the fly. His eyes narrowed to gold slits when she pushed the pants down over lean hips. Her fingertips barely brushed over him, before he grabbed her arms and flipped her onto the bed. He drew a small box out of the left pocket and tossed it beside her. His hand went into the other pocket and another small box landed on her bed.

“Did you buy in bulk?”

“The selection sucked.” He stood up and stripped.

There should be a law for him to walk around naked. Her gaze couldn’t settle anywhere. There was so much of him to take in. Shayne Donnelly was naked in her bedroom. Gloriously, beautifully naked. On her knees, she shuffled to the edge of the bed.

The backs of her fingers brushed over his stomach, the silky path of hair. Resting her head on his chest, she watched her hand lightly explore his abdomen. Fingers tunneled into her hair and she felt him untangle the hairpins. His hand fisted in the silky strands and he pulled insistently, tilting her head up. His mouth took hers as her fingers stroked along the fullness of his cock. His mouth was hard on hers while her hand was light on him, a teasing caress. At the swollen plump head, he was wet. He continued to pull on her hair, dragging her down to the bed.

She gasped at the sensation, at the moisture weeping from him. Once more she was prone on the bed, looking up at him.

Had her ex stared at her like that? Like she was the sexiest creature he had ever seen? If he had, it was so long ago she had forgotten when.

Emboldened by the desire in his eyes, her fingers curled over the thickness of him. Caressing down to the base, she rejoiced in bringing forth the groan from him. A hand gripped her thigh and he drew her legs apart, opening her up.

Lacey was positive her heart was going to erupt out of her chest as he picked up one of the discarded boxes, withdrawing a condom. Her pussy contracted at the sight because it meant he was going to be inside her soon.

She watched as he sheathed himself in the thin latex, dislodging her hand. Fingers slid between hers and he leaned down, pinning her hand over her head.

“Hi,” he said as he searched her gaze.

“Hi.” Her foot caressed up his leg, curving over his ass. She pushed down while arching up. “Shayne, please.” She wasn’t sure she could tolerate much more of his foreplay. “I want you in me.”

“Now?”

“Right. Now.”

“Okay.”

She would’ve grinned had he not chosen that moment to slide into her. She cried out, arching up at the sensation. Sex was an almost hazy memory as he stretched her with the slow, relentless entry.

“Fuck you’re tight, Lacey.” He flexed his hips forward. “Good?”

“Yes,” she moaned as she wrapped her other leg around him. “Shayne.” He eased out and she loved the feeling of him gliding in her. The returning stroke filled her. “Shayne.” She gripped his hair with her free hand, tightening around his with her other. She lifted her head up. “Fuck me, Shayne.”

His nostrils flared and he took her mouth while taking her at her word. He fucked her. Hard. Fast. He knew how to control his body, when to take her hard, when to slow it down, drawing it out.

She moaned his name, meeting the rhythmic thrusts. He shifted her, drawing her leg up to his shoulder. He caressed her ass. “Want to feel this ass.” He eased out, rolled her onto her stomach then dragged her down the bed, sheathing himself in her once more. She cried out at the sensation, grabbing the red and white quilt. He rode her hard, driving into her as he fisted her hair in his hand once more, twisted her head so the bed wasn’t muffling her cries.

“Shayne. Shayne!”

“Come, Lacey.” He grabbed one of her hands, gripping hard. “Come, goddammit.”

She felt every stroke in her pussy, against her ass. “Coming, Shayne.”

“Yes, you are,” he said as he eased his hand under her. One brush over her clit and she erupted. He fucked fast and pressed his face against her neck as she felt the hard jerks, felt him bite her, felt him shudder as he came. Another twist of her head and he kissed her as he sank onto her, a heavy weight she loved.

He untangled from her, tossed the condom into the trash can then pulled her up the bed. She felt boneless as he sank down beside her, dragging the quilt over her. She snuggled against him and inhaled the faint sandalwood cologne clinging to his sweat dampened skin.

She’d worry about the consequences later. Right now she wanted to luxuriate in this man in her bed. Tomorrow could wait. Resting her head on the solid curve of his pec, she listened to his heart thump as he caressed her back.

There was a sigh before he tumbled her onto her back and kissed her in another one of those devouring kisses that was all tongue and hunger. He braced himself above her and she caressed the muscles on his back. He was sinewy and bulky in the right places. “Are you staying?”

He searched her face. “I told you I was going to fuck every inch of you, Lacey. I haven’t, yet.”

She traced his mouth. It was masculine and sensual. Her fingernail scraped the shallow bow of his upper lip. What was he doing here with her?

Hell, what was she doing here with him?

“Good,” she said as she caressed his leg with her foot. She liked the tickle of the hairs.

“Good,” he repeated as he kissed her slowly. He shifted her onto her side. “Now sleep. I need the energy for the rest of your sixty-nine inches. One down, sixty-eight to go.”

His arm banded over her stomach.

Her emotions were in turmoil on him being in her bed. The breathing against her hair slowed, deepened.

She had sex with her brother’s best friend. She had babysat him a few times. He was ten years older than Kayla, ten years younger than Lacey. Ten! Jesus.

“Stop thinking, I’m trying to sleep,” he mumbled against her ear, his arm giving a little squeeze. “Sixty-eight to go. Need rest.”

“What are we doing, Shayne?”

“Not sleeping?” He rolled her onto her back and loomed over her. “I apparently didn’t do my job right because your brain still works.” He grabbed the quilt and with a flick of his wrist, tossed it to the food of the bed. “Let me know when it stops.” He rose up and crawled down her, wedging his way between her legs.