Play Me (12 page)

“What!
” she screeches. Obviously not the thing to say. She begins to laugh hysterically. “You can’t stand the thought of not gettin’ what you want so much that you drive an hour to fuck my date up. God, how—,” she trails off, pressing her lips together. “Leave me alone, Weston.”

Anger seers my throat.
Before I know what I’m doing, I grab the back of her neck and force her to look up at me. Those big green eyes widen and something wicked flashes over her face. “Yes, Roxy. I came an hour to get what I want, to take what I want. I don’t take too kindly to you lying to me. Acting like you’re so fuckin’ innocent. You’ve kissed me as much as I’ve kissed you.” She narrows her eyes and tries to pull away from me. “Did I force myself on you, Roxy? Did I keep going when you clearly said to stop?”

She doesn’t answer.

“Did I hold a gun to your head and make you kiss me?”

Silence.

I grin down at her, and rub my finger against her sharp cheekbone. “Now, I want to stop bullshitting each other,” I lower my lips to hers, “because you can’t bullshit a bullshitter, sweetheart.”

Biting her lower lip, she goes limp in my arms, pressing her tits against me.
Goddamn
. “Come here,” I whisper against her jaw.

A low moan escapes her lips as she brings her mouth to mine. Her taste ignites something inside of me. My dick is already pressed tightly against my zipper. Sliding my hand up to the nape of her neck, I guide her lips against mine, pushing my way through those lips. Through that barrier.

She groans into my mouth, interlacing her fingers into my hair. Reaching down, I slide my hand against her thigh, raising it to interlock around my waist. “Oh,” she whimpers as my fingers stroke the side of her thong. “Wait!” she yells, pushing me back a step. Two steps forward and three steps back. She twists her right leg inward in a ridiculously sexy attempt to calm herself. “What about Blake? I can’t just leave him here, Weston!”

I tilt my head upward. “And why the hell not?”

She frowns. “I’m not mean.”

“That’s debatable, because you seem pretty damn mean to me. Making me walk through fire to get a taste, and yet again, pull away from me. That’s the meanest thing you could ever do to me, Roxanne.”

She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest. “You’re such a fuckin’ baby, Weston.” She huffs. “I guess I should go tell him I’m—I’m what? I decided to go home with Weston?” She shakes her head. “I can’t go.”

Oh no you don’t... “Roxanne,” I say, taking a step toward her. “Are you scared?”

Roxanne’s body goes rigid. “Of course not,” she snaps. “Why would I be scared? I’m obviously not a virgin.”

“I don’t mean like that and you know it. Are you scared of getting hurt in there?” I gesture toward her heart.

She gives me a blank look. “It’s one night, Weston. We’re not getting married or anything.”

One night? What—does she think I went through all this fucking work for one night? A laugh escapes my throat. “What are you laughing at?”

I’m not sure. I laugh louder, raking my hands down my face. “Roxanne, this isn’t for one night. One night would never be enough for me. We’ve been playing this cat and mouse game for a long while now, and frankly, I’m fuckin’ sick of it. If I don’t get you in my bed tonight, I may combust from want—need. Please,” I say, grabbing her wrist and pulling her closer to me. Her flowery scent envelopes me, sealing my fucking fate. “Come home with me. Don’t make me fuckin’ beg.”

Roxy swallows hard and her red lips part. Pulling away from me, she pulls out her phone and begins to type fiercely on it, and then she slides it back into her small purse. She glances up at me with a look that turns my blood hot. “Take me to your place.”

***

If I thought the drive to Texarkana was rough, the drive back was really kicking my ass. We barely speak on the way home. A tension is set between us and it’s too thick to toy with. If she comes any closer I’d lose the little self-control I have left. The pedal is almost touching the ground as I speed into Magnolia.

When Magnolia’s city limit sign comes into view my nerves start to drum against my chest. Roxy’s hands are twisting around her small purse, her teeth presses tightly against her lips.
God, it makes my dick hurt.

I race into the parking lot of our apartment building and get out without saying a word. Roxy is closing her door when I round the corner of the truck. Holding my hand out, I watch as excitement flutters her face. She takes my hand and lets me guide her to the elevators inside.

The lighting of the lobby blinds me for a short moment before I pull Roxy into the elevator behind me. The doors shut with a quiet ding. Heat is seeping from my body, and urging me to touch her. Just for a minute, to tide me over until I get her in my bed. Naked.

Reaching forward, I run my fingers into the nape of her hair, examining her lips as her neck arches to give me what I want. “You’re so beautiful,” I whisper against her lips. She moans as I trace her bottom lip with my tongue, sucking it as deeply as it will go into my mouth.

Both of her hands clench at my sides, pulling at the fabric of my T-shirt. The elevator dings and I guide Roxanne toward our apartment. The door is unlocked when I turn the knob. The TV cast a glow on Dom sitting in the recliner with an open book.

His eyes go wide and he hides his smile the best he can. “Hey, Roxy,” he says.

Her cheeks turn bright red and she gives him a small wave before looking down at the ground. “Hi.”

Dom gives me a small nod before going back to studying. Slightly turning, I offer her my hands. Those green eyes lock with mine as she interlaces her fingers with mine.

It isn’t until we’re in my room that everything starts to rush inside of me. Nerves are a fucking bitch. No wonder I stopped letting them get to me. I close the door behind her and watch as she looks over everything from the paint to the football posters hanging on the wall. She turns in a slow circle and I watch the entire time.

Lying back on my bed, I devour the body I’ve been craving for weeks. The body I’m going to have underneath me in just a few minutes, screaming my fucking name. She twists a brown lock around her, right beside her breast. Her other arm is wrapping her purse close to her stomach. She’s nervous.

When she finishes her circle she turns back to me. “Your room is clean,” she says.

I hold back my smile. “It is. I’ve been very bored since my accident. Lots of free time.”

She gives me a shy smile. It’s the first legitimate smile I’ve gotten from her since we met. “That makes sense.”

“Hey, Roxy?”

“Yes.”

“Why are you still standing over there?”

A blush travels along her cheeks and she reaches down to take off each of her heels before tossing them gently to the side. Carefully, she walks toward me and sits beside me, her legs dangling from my king-size bed.

She turns toward me and her eyes rake over every inch of me. That look is a look I’ve seen on so many women. It’s a
take me
look but this time it’s different. It’s from Roxanne, and it makes my toes fucking curl. Leaning onto my elbow, I guide her down to my mattress, my hand cupping the back of her neck while she stares wide-eyed up at me. “I want you so badly, Roxanne.”

Her eyes dart to my lips and hold. “What are you waiting for? You drove an hour to come and bring me back here. Show me why,” she whispers.

A wild drive swarms in me. There isn’t anything else I want to do than demolish her. Wreck her entire being. “I come with a warning, Roxanne. I’m not normally this calm but you’re not a normal fuck for me.”

She continues to stare up at me.

“I don’t do vanilla. No cookie cutter bullshit. I don’t—can’t go slow. I’ve wanted you for far too long to go easy. Once I’m in—I lose control of myself. I want to devour you in every way possible. So,” I raise my gaze to hers “I guess I come with a warning.”

A smile forms on the corner of her mouth. “You talk a lot,” she whispers.

Not normally. She’d already be naked by now. “Just a cautious tip, Roxy. I don’t want to scare you off.”

She leans upward, grabbing the back of my neck and bringing my mouth close to hers. “Considered me warned then.”

And then I kiss her. There isn’t anything innocent about this kiss. I’ve been waiting for it far too long to even think about innocent. My thoughts would make a nun run and hide under a pew. The hem of her dress slides up her thigh as I make my way in-between her spread thighs. The smallness of her body underneath mine makes me harder. There is something about a girl that is easily portable. And she is definitely that.

Her arms stretch around my neck as she grinds her hips toward mine. I see her eyes widen as she feels my dick pressed between her spread legs. The warmth from her seizes me, taking control of my entire body.

Her tongue slips inside of my mouth and the sound of her moans makes an explosion inside of me. A tornado of need fills me to the top. There isn’t anything that could stop me from having her. Not even if this damn apartment complex is on fucking fire.

Her hands roam over my back an underneath the hem of my shirt. She rakes her fingernails down and grips my ass. Cooler air swarms my back and chill bumps form all over me. I bring my arm down to the edge of her dress and pull it over her head. A dark red bra with black lacing matches her black thong. Just thinking that this could have gone a completely different way and Blake would be seeing this instead of me makes me livid. I want no one to touch her but me.

Her breaths are coming faster and when she pulls my shirt over my head she parts her lips. Those green eyes roll over my chest and down to the bulge pressing against the zipper of my jeans. I watch her watch me as I reach up and pull the cups of her bra down underneath her full tits. “Fuck,” I whisper. Her small pink nipples are hard and when I pinch the peaked tip between my fingers Roxy throws her head backwards and groans.

“Please …” she begs. But I don’t want to rush this. As badly as I want all of this, I have to make her remember this. I have to claim her. Mark her. Tame her.

I trail my hand down from her bra to her lower stomach, my touch a dance underneath the strap of her underwear. “I like this,” I whisper in a hoarse attempt.

Roxy grabs my hand and slides it lower to her pussy.
Fuck me.
My eyes lock with hers and I rub my finger over the outside of her underwear. I feel the moisture beneath the fabric. She begins to tremble when I push the cloth aside and slip my finger down her slit.
So fucking wet.

I inhale and all I smell is Roxy. That football smell—sweat and grass—is no longer in my head. It’s her. That flowery scent that I could drown in. Unable to control myself, I rip her panties straight from her hips. I toss the remaining shards of her underwear to the floor. She watches with wild eyes as I push her thighs open wide and lower my mouth to her stomach.

With each inch she begins to tremble harder against me. And I find myself flying above myself. Watching her beautiful body being taken care of. Kissing the inside of her thigh, she latches onto my hair and squeezes. “God—please do it!”

With a smile, I bend my head to kiss her core. She cries out as I slip my tongue beneath her lips, lapping at her sweetness until she’s shivering. Reaching underneath her, I grip her ass and squeeze. She grinds her face against my mouth, pulling and tugging on my hair. “Fuck—fuck—fuck—please. Please, fuck me, Weston. God right now. I can’t take it. Please.”

I quickly sit up, grab her hips and pull her closer to me. I reach over to my nightstand and pull out a condom. I tear the wrapper with my teeth while staring down at her. Her chest rises and falls quickly. “As I told you before, I’m not into vanilla. But, I’m willing to go slow if you want me to.”

The only reason I ask is because Erica told me it’d been a while for her, but I sure wasn’t going to say that and lose credibility with her best-friend. She gives me a slow nod and grips the sheets beneath her. “Well, it’s been a while for me.” Her green eyes meet mine. “So, just at the beginning … if we could—ya know—go a little slow … I mean … if that’s--,”

Leaning over, I kiss her and put her out of her misery. “Until you get use to me,” I whisper. “And then I’m going to fuck you so hard that every step you make tomorrow you’ll think of me.”

“Okay,” she says breathlessly.

Reaching down, I grip the back of her neck. “You ready?” I ask, trailing my lips against her own. She nods and squirms underneath me. Guiding myself to her entrance, I slowly drag the tip of my cock against the lips of her sex, until she is dripping wet. I growl as I press into her entrance, slowly pushing inside of her. “Shit—goddamn—tight, fucking tight, baby.” I ease my way into her and she grips my hair and arches into me.

“Oh God,” she growls, bringing her hips upward to meet mine. I give her slow delicious strokes, filling her and then leaving her empty. She rocks against me, still squeezing the hell out of my shoulders and biceps. My self-control is wearing thin. As good—and fucking tight—as she is, I want more. I want that body to ache with pleasure. To mourn the loss of me when we’re finished. I lower my head and take one of those soft nipples in my mouth. “Weston,” she moans.

I knew hearing her say my name would be fucking amazing. But I had no idea it would be Heaven. I taste her lips one more time and rock deeply into her. “Say my fucking name again.”

“Weston,” she says louder. But this time she grabs each side of my head and gives me a nod. The nod.

She has no clue …

Grabbing her leg, I swing it over my body until she is on all fours in front of me. And if the view isn’t as good back here. Taking one hip in my hand, I gently guide into her. She whimpers at my size but starts to push back against me.

That’s all of the incentive that I need. I slam into her, making her scream my name at the top of her lungs. Both hands are clenching my sheets and tugging for dear life. I fill her up quickly—hardly—and then slam back in her again.

“What do you want?” I ask, my voice gravelly and deep.

She lets her head fall forward and she arches her back. “You know.”