The Billion Dollar Player: A Billionaire's Club Story (5 page)

Sweet Jesus, she was too good to be true.

Jase slid his palms up her thighs as he dove beneath the hem of her skirt. His thumbs brushed the juncture between her legs, the silk of her underwear already damp with arousal. “Avery.” His voice was a harsh whisper in the quiet cab of the truck. He swallowed against the dryness in his throat. She moaned as his thumbs brushed against her clit, so swollen he could feel the little bud through the fabric. He wanted inside of her. Now. Buried as deep as he could go. He wanted her to ride his cock until they were both too exhausted to move. He needed to fuck her like he needed his next breath. “I want you. Tell me you want me, too. Tell me to fuck you, Avery.”

“I do.” Avery slanted her mouth over his in a desperate, feverish kiss. “I want you, Jase. Fuck me. Now.”

Haste took on a new meaning as he fumbled, one-handed, with his jeans. Jase dragged his wallet out of his back pocket, while shimmying both the pants and his underwear down off his ass. Avery rose up on her knees, head bent in the crowded cab as she helped to pull the denim past his knees. He fumbled with his wallet and gave a sheepish laugh. “Jesus, sugar, I want you so bad I can’t even get my hands to work right.”

Avery smiled, her expression lighting up like the sunrise. With a last triumphant tug, Jase managed to free the foil packet from the wallet and he tore into it like his survival depended on it. He rolled the condom over his erection and cupped Avery’s face in his hands before kissing her with renewed vigor. She threaded her fingers through his hair, the scrape of her nails causing pleasant chills to cascade over his shoulders and down his back. He took her tiny waist in his hands and she rose up on her knees, settling herself over the engorged head. Jase’s fingers once again brushed the dampened silk of her underwear and he groaned into her mouth before jerking the fabric aside.

He wanted to pound into her, bury himself to the root. But Jase waited, giving Avery control of the situation. His body shook with both restraint and passion, his mouth greedy for hers in an insatiable way that he couldn’t explain. When her slick heat brushed his cock, Jase sucked in a breath.

“Avery.” Her name on his lips was like a fifty year old scotch, heady and intoxicating.

“I know, Jase,” she murmured against his mouth. “I feel the same way.”

Was she really going to go through with this?

She’d never been so forward with a man, so completely wanton. It went against her nature, but Jase was just too commanding. His touch, addictive. He was a force of nature that Avery was helpless to fight.

Jase’s thighs twitched against hers, the muscles unyielding stone. His fingers dug into the flesh at her hips, gripping and releasing, gripping and releasing as though it took all of the self-control he could muster not to impale her body on his cock. Avery’s abdomen tightened at the thought, another rush of wet warmth spreading between her thighs. She didn’t know how he did it, but being with Jase made her feel brave.

Slowly, she rocked over the head of his erection, the shock of heat from the contact causing every nerve in her body to ignite. Jase reached up and peeled his T-shirt from his body, offering up another distraction as Avery took in the sculpted form of his pecs, the narrow ridges of his abdomen and the tight taper of his waist. Hesitation warred with need, common sense and self-preservation scratching at the back of her brain. How could she keep this encounter emotionless when every look, every gentle touch made her
feel
so much? The desire to put her palms on those hardened hills and planes nearly distracted her from the moment. Would acquainting herself with his body—all of it—be a mistake?

Oh, who the hell cared!

Avery braced her palms on his shoulders, her attention focused on the way he felt beneath her hands, the contraction and release of each individual muscle, the smoothness of his skin. She rocked against him once again, this time lowering herself on top of him. A tortured moan vibrated in Jase’s chest as his head leaned back on the headrest. “Just like that, sugar. Oh, shit that feels so good.”

His words urged her on, the strained timbre of his voice vibrating every tendon in Avery’s body. She took him deeper and stilled, giving herself a moment to adjust to his size. She was so wet, so ready for him, that her own impatience won over and she took him fully inside of her as she settled down onto his lap.

He cupped her breasts as she rode him, his palms so large that they engulfed her. With gentle precision he massaged her sensitive flesh, kneading and working his way to her nipples, which he rolled between his fingers, sending a pulse of sensation straight though Avery’s core and into her throbbing clit.

“Harder, sugar. Don’t stop.”

When he called her sugar in that slow, honeyed voice, it nearly drove her over the edge. She’d give him anything he asked for, as long as he kept talking to her like that. Her fingertips dug into the flesh at his shoulders as she held onto him like a lifeline. He thrust up to meet her, the sounds of their bodies meeting and parting only adding to her pleasure. The windows fogged in the truck’s cab as their labored breath heated the air. Sweat trickled down Avery’s throat and between her breasts. Down the back of her neck and along the ridge of her spine. She’d never experienced sex in such a visceral, all-consuming way. She was lost to Jase Blackwell. She no longer knew where her own body ended and his began.

Her head lolled back on her shoulders and Avery braced her arms behind her on Jase’s knees. He leaned forward, capturing one aching nipple in his mouth and laved her in time with each thrust. A languid pass of his tongue, followed by the sensual sting of his teeth as he nibbled at the hardened peak.

Avery was mindless. Past the point of reason and spurred only by desire. Her throat was raw from her ragged cries, and she couldn’t even be bothered to care about anyone seeing or hearing them. In this moment there was only Jase. She couldn’t get enough of him. Couldn’t take him deep enough inside of her. Avery rode him with abandon and he gripped her hips firmly in his palms, guiding her actions as he suckled unmercifully at her breasts.

“I’m going to come. Oh, god, Jase, I’m going to come.”

The words were a mantra, building in intensity with each deep thrust.

Avery closed her eyes, shut out everything but the sensation of pleasure building to a fever pitch, the sound of Jase’s body meeting hers and his labored breath. The wet heat of his mouth on her skin and the way his hands moved her hips in a sensual dance on his erection. Her world spiraled, careening into darkness, shrinking until her skin, her very veins were tight and constricted. The wave crested within her and rolled, breaking her apart into thousands of tiny pieces.

The orgasm took her like a riptide. “Jase!” His name burst from her lips in a strangled gasp and he held her tight, refusing to slow his pace.

“That’s so good, sugar. Come for me. Ah, god, you’re squeezing me so tight.” He let out a low moan and Avery looked up to find his expression strained, forehead pinched, and jaw clenched. His hips bucked in a wild thrust and then another before a primal shout ripped from his throat, his body going rigid as the orgasm took him.

“Oh, Christ!” His thighs were like oaks beneath her. He buried his face between her breasts and his thrusts became shallower. “That’s good,” he murmured. “So fucking good.”

He wrapped his arms around her, and leaned back in the seat, pulling her against his body. Avery’s arms were limp, nearly numb from being braced behind her for so long, and her legs were deliciously fatigued and warm. Chills chased across her flesh as Jase caressed up and down her spine in a slow and easy rhythm. His breath was labored and hot against her throat and his lips soft where he planted lazy kisses right beneath her ear. Avery couldn’t have moved if she’d wanted to. And right now, she was completely content to stay here, with Jase still inside of her, held tight in his embrace.

“I’m moving into this truck,” Jase said absently, his fingers still traveling the highway of Avery’s spine. “I’m just going to throw a sleeping bag in here and set up camp. And
no one
else is ever allowed to sit on this seat again.”

Avery answered with soft, sluggish laughter. “I hate to point this out, but there’s no shower in here. After a few days, no one will
want
to ride in this truck.”

Jase chuckled. “Good. Because I don’t want anyone other than you in this seat ever again.”

Avery’s pulse picked up its frantic pace and it had nothing to do with their previous exertion. Ever again? Like,
ever
? Jase’s words struck a chord. One that plucked at the thin strings of panic that connected Avery’s brain to her emotions. She’d coached herself to remain detached. Treat this encounter like the one-night stand she was sure it would be. Hell, she’d half expected him to boot her out the door the second he’d come. Wasn’t that the pro-athlete M.O.? Hit it and quit it?

Quiet descended, settling over Avery like a too-warm blanket. Jase continued to hold her, his embrace so gentle, his breath warm on her neck. For a moment, she could almost believe this intimate lie. Jase was still riding the high of his orgasm and that euphoric burst of endorphins that made him think he was experiencing emotions that he didn’t really feel. In the morning his head would be clear. He’d realize that tonight was nothing more than a good time. And Avery was willing to bet that by this time tomorrow, he’d be promising some other woman that no one would ever set foot in his pickup truck again.

Texas chivalry, y’all.

“Are you cold?”

Of course Jase would assume the tremor that ran the length of Avery’s body was due to the cold. He held her tighter, cupping her shoulders and ribs in his large palms. The contrast between them was laughable. She could only imagine what people would say if they saw them together. Her petite five foot, four inch frame was dwarfed by his six and a half feet of towering bulk.

You don’t have to worry about it, Avery
.
There’s a snowball’s chance in hell you’ll ever be seen out in public with him
. She was a waitress, for Christ’s sake! The withdrawn, accident-prone girl who worked at his team’s private parties. All she would ever get from Jase Blackwell was a drive home and an amazing few minutes in the front seat of his truck. Her mother would be so proud.

God. What have I done?

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Avery’s demeanor cooled with the air. The chill soaked right into Jase’s chest, permeating his bones. Now that she wasn’t driven by lust, was she having second thoughts? Regrets? The thought that she would soured his stomach, because he regretted nothing.

Jase wasn’t some blushing virgin and he’d never make apologies for that fact. He’d experienced all that life had to offer and then some. But no woman had ever managed to get under his skin like Avery had. Hell, he’d spent close to ten thousand dollars over the past week on dinner parties he didn’t even want to attend just to get a glimpse of her. To exchange even one word with her.

He’d never expected things to go this far with her tonight, but Christ Almighty he was sure glad that they had. She was perfection. Every straight line and voluptuous curve of her body was made for him. True, he didn’t know much about her, and his mom would slap him right upside his head if she knew that he hadn’t properly courted Avery before … um … giving her a ride in his truck. But Jase had never been much for convention. So they’d gone about this a little backward. So what? They had all the time in the world to get to know each other. Jase wasn’t going anywhere.

“I’d better take you inside, sugar. You’re shivering.”

She hadn’t answered his initial question but from the slight tremor that shook her, she had to be chilled. Her fingers idly teased the strands of his hair where they brushed the back of Jase’s neck. His cock stirred inside of her, growing harder by the second. He wanted her again. And as much as he would’ve liked to resume where they’d left off, Jase had been taught better than to be a selfish dick. Avery was cold and their position in the truck couldn’t be all that comfortable for her. True, his tall, bulky frame was cramped as well, but he would have fucked her in a clown car if she’d asked. Who cared about a leg cramp or two? The pleasure Avery had given him trumped any of his previous sexual encounters. By miles.

She deserved better than a wild toss in the front seat of his truck like they were a couple of horny teenagers, but Jase wouldn’t take back what happened for even a Super Bowl ring. Avery shifted, rising up on her knees. He couldn’t stand the thought of being separated from her just yet and hugged her tight, easing her back down on his cock. “Don’t leave,” he murmured into her hair. “Not yet.”

Avery gave a nervous laugh, her tension rippling over Jase’s skin. Her voice was shy, tentative when she said, “I don’t want to give my neighbors any more of a show than they’ve already gotten. Besides, it’s late. You probably have an early practice tomorrow and I don’t want to keep you.”

Was she brushing him off? Because he sure as hell felt the bite of bristles in her words. “Not that early.” He planted a kiss below her ear and she stiffened. “At least let me walk you to your apartment.” Where he’d do his damnedest to seduce her into a repeat performance.

“Oh, no. It’s okay.”

In a heartbeat she’d gone from fiery and passionate to cool and shy. Had he misinterpreted her earlier? No. She’d wanted him as much as he wanted her. There was no doubt in his mind. She pulled away and he let her this time, gauging by her nervous behavior that she needed a little space. “I want to walk you,” he said. When her body left his, Jase ached with the need to pull her back to him. Jesus, what was wrong with him? Tonight was supposed to be about scratching an itch and nothing more. The good-luck fuck Carson sent him after in order to get his game tight. “I won’t take no for an answer, sugar.” He should have let her out of his truck—and his life—right now. Clean with no strings attached. Instead, he was trailing after her like a calf with a lead rope around his neck.

One wild romp and he was under her spell.