Scoring Her Heart

by Marquita Valentine

“My cockiness is the sexiest thing about me.”

  “Your cock is the biggest thing about you.” I giggle. “I mean your cockiness.”

  “Nah, you meant what you said and for that, I’ll reward you.” He lets go of me and slides under the covers. The next thing I know his mouth is on my clit and he’s licking me to another orgasm.

  CHAPTER 17

  Dallas

  The sun isn’t quite shining through the windows, but I’m awake and stroking Paige’s back while she sleeps. She looks like an angel in my bed—an erotic angel with her plump ass barely concealed by the sheet. I wonder what she’d look like in one of those gauzy lingerie things, the kind that pushes up a woman’s tits, making her waist appear tiny and her hips so fucking perfect. Hell, my girl’s ass would look amazing with only a G-string between her plump cheeks.

  Add in a pair of fuck-me heels...

  My dick gets on board, blood rushing to it.

  She stirs, mumbling, “Is it time to get up?”

  “Nope.” I drop a kiss on one of her shoulders. “It’s Sunday, and on non-game day Sundays, I make breakfast and feed my woman in bed.”

  “You do?” She rolls over, treating me to mouthwatering breasts and tight pink nipples, and eyes me skeptically. “I didn’t read that about you.”

  “This is just for you, bright eyes.” I can’t be offended; it’s my own fault for being an unapologetic ladies man for so long. Until now. Now I’m on the straight and narrow with the woman in my bed. “However, if you prefer I stay in bed and knock out another orgasm or two, I’m the man for the job.”

  A rosy blush starts at her chest and travels up her neck, all the way to her face. “Both.”

  “Mmm. My girl is so damn greedy for what I can do for her.” I push her onto her stomach and climb on top of her, rubbing my straining dick against her perfect ass. “Lay just like this and let me take care of you, sweetheart.”

  “Okay.”

  I roll off her and run my hand up her thighs, then between her legs where my fingers find her pussy wet. “I’m going to fuck you like this, bright eyes. Nice and slow at first, then when you can’t take it anymore, I’m going to feed your pussy my cock.”

  Her pussy clamps down on my fingers.

  I nip at her shoulder. “Kiss me first.”

  She turns her head, and I lean in to capture her sweet lips. In a matter of seconds, my fingers are buried fully in her tight pussy while she sucks on my tongue. I pump my fingers in and out, making her body jump.

  “Please... I want your cock now.” Paige’s face turns bright pink. Knowing her, it’s half because of her excitement and half because she said the word cock.

  Removing my hand, I get up on my knees behind her and pull her hips up so her pussy lines up with my dick. I tease her ass with a finger that’s covered with her arousal. “Get a condom out, beautiful.”

  With a whimper, Paige crawls sideways to the edge of the bed and grabs a condom from the box I left on the bedside table. “Here.”

  I use my free hand to grab it because there is no way in hell I’m stopping what I’m doing. She pushes against me, sending my finger deeper into her ass.

  “You like that.” It’s not a question. I know she does.

  “Yes,” she says on a whimper.

  “Gotta stop to put on the condom.”

  “Don’t stop!”

  “Give me a second and I’ll make you feel real good again.” I put the condom on and rub the head against her.

  “Please—just a little bit longer with your fingers.”

  She’s so perfect like this, her legs spread, her ass up as she waits for me to give her what she needs. “Since you asked so nicely.”

  I start to tease her clit again. She nearly falls forward into the headboard, but I catch her at the last second.

  “I got you.”

  She sighs thickly, in a good way. “Magic hands.”

  “What about my cock?” I rub it against her pussy, then press the head inside. “You like this?”

  “Yes,” she moans. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

  With a smile, I push the rest of the way in and savor the feel of her pussy clamping down on me like a velvet-covered vise because Paige is so tight I can barely move at first. I pop my thumb from her ass and rub my hand down her spine, urging her to relax. She’s not a virgin and contrary to popular commentary, I’m not that fucking big.

  What’s the use of an extra-large cock if it can’t be used to please a woman?

  I grab her ass, pulling it to me and thrusting again.

  Slowly.

  Deliberately.

  Making sure she’s wet, willing, and with me the entire way.

  Her honey-colored hair spills over her back and onto the pillow, and I grab a thick section of it, pulling it tight. She moans, her pussy getting so wet that it eases my tight strokes.

  She starts talking about how good I feel. How hard I am and how wet she is. How much she loves my cock, my hand, and my mouth.

  I don’t think she knows half what she’s saying, but I’m not going to stop her. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. Sex with Paige is the best fuck I’ve ever had.

  I smack her ass a little, enjoying the way it jiggles and how my handprint looks. She squeals and presses against me.

  “Want more?”

  “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

  I give her what she wants, smacking her plump ass until it’s cherry red, she’s creaming all over me, and I’m mumbling stats under my breath so I won’t come before she does.

  “Play with your clit, baby.”

  Without hesitation, she touches herself, her cool fingers brushing against my cock every so often. A few thrusts later, she goes off like a rocket, screaming my name.

  I join her two seconds later, breathing heavily and feeling like a motherfucking champion. This is better than the Super Bowl.

  “I’ve died and gone to best-sex-ever land,” Paige says as I pull out of her. She flops down on her back, chest heaving and her pretty tits bouncing with each breath.

  “Can I quote you on that? Maybe take a picture and put it up on Insta?” I ask teasingly.

  She rolls her eyes. “Like you need help blowing up your ego.”

  I hold up my hand. “I swear to only let you blow my dick.”

  In response, I get a pillow to the side of the head. I crumple to the bed, like I’ve just been hit by the Cowboys biggest defensive end.

  “I thought you wanted exclusivity.”

  She gives me an adorable mock glare. “I’m very close to changing my mind.”

  “Would my previous offer of breakfast in bed prevent you from going to the dark side?”

  She taps her jaw, her eyes sparkling as I remove the condom and tie it off before tossing it in the trash can on the left side of the bed. “Maybe.”

  Running my hands down my chest, I bite my lip and tug on my balls before moving on to stroke my dick. “What about if I fuck you again?”

  “As in right now?” Her gaze drops to my hand. “Holy crap.”

  “I’m in my prime, both sexually and physically. I only took it easy on you last night so we could have fun today.”

  “We had sex two more times last night.”

  “That was two less than I’d hoped for.” I manage to keep a straight face. While I can go all night long, three times in one night for a woman who obviously hasn’t had sex in a long time was enough. Sure, the caveman side of me would love to see her walking a little sideways, but the real man in me isn’t interested in quantity like he is in quality.

  I’m a giver like that.

  She licks her lips, her pink tongue giving me a semi. “I really need breakfast first. And a shower.”

  Letting go of my cock, I lean forward and take her mouth in a possessive show for no other reason than I want to and can. “Go relax in my tub. I’ll serve you in there.”

  “Really?” Her eyes open, and I’m struck at the emotion shining in them.

  “Yes, really. En
joy yourself.” I glance to one side. “I might have some Bath and Body Works bubble stuff in there.” She starts giggling, and my heart flips in my chest at the sound. “Don’t you tell anyone either.”

  “Far be it from me to report that Dallas Drake likes to get his bubble bath on.” She laughs even harder until I kiss her again, silencing her with my tongue and lips until she moans into my mouth and puts her hands on my chest.

  Reluctantly, I sit up. “I’m not going to fall for your womanly ways.”

  “My what?” She smiles in confusion and happiness all the way to her eyes.

  “You know. Tempting me with your naughty bits so I’ll pleasure you again.”

  “You’re not exactly giving me chaste thoughts,” she points out.

  “I know I’m not.” I stand up and stretch, pushing out my chest and making sure I move my hips so my erection swings. Her eyes go straight to it.

  My prim librarian is all about the naughty side of life, and I fucking love it.

  “Dallas, I think I want to—”

  “Take your bath. I’ll be back.” I grab a pair of pajamas pants from the top dresser drawer and get out of there before I can’t leave.

  CHAPTER 18

  Paige

  Sweat drips off my back, my nose, and even my fingertips as I transition into downward dog. I bite back a moan as my sore muscles protest.

  “I regret suggesting this,” Layton whispers, her face as red as a firecracker. “I can’t do half the positions.”

  “This is the last one.” My muscles relax into the movement, and I take a cleansing breath.

  “Namaste.”

  “Oh, thank you, Jesus.” Layton collapses on the mat in a heap of wet curls piled on top of her head and glistening skin while I finish my breathing exercise. “I thought yoga was supposed to be relaxing. It was in college.”

  “That’s because you fell asleep ten minutes into it,” I remind her and grab my towel to wipe off most of the sweat. “Too bad they don’t have shower facilities here.”

  “Yes, that’s how I want to end my humiliation—with communal showers with women who have bodies like Wonder Woman.”

  I glance at Layton and frown. Looks like wedding crap has hit the fan. “Every woman is a wonder woman.”

  “Every woman who is five-foot-nine and has legs for miles is a wonder woman. The rest of us are average.”

  Like I can help how tall I am, I want to remind her. But this isn’t about me, and I love my best friend. This entire wedding has made her into something she’s never been, not in the twenty-two years I’ve known her.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask as we make our way outside to Layton’s car. The cool November air hits us, and I shiver. My teeth start to chatter like it’s below zero instead of in the fifties, and I wrap my towel around my bare shoulders.

  “My dress doesn’t fit.”

  “So have it altered.”

  “You can’t add to it, only subtract,” she says, clearly irritated. “We shouldn’t have had pizza and Pina coladas the other night.”

  “It can’t be that bad.”

  She gives me a look colder than the winter as she unlocks the doors. “Wait until we get home. I’ll try it on for you.”

  “That will be fun.” I get in and buckle my seat belt while Layton does the same.

  “Only if you think muffin tops go great with wedding dresses.”

  “What’s really bothering you?” I ask as she pulls out of the parking lot.

  Her jaw works. “I think Joe is seeing someone.”

  “That rat bastard.”

  “But I can’t accuse him of something I’m not sure about.” Her fingers flex on the steering wheel, and then she sighs. “I probably shouldn’t have listened to Vivvy, but she’s the biggest gossip with the most accurate dirt.”

  My heart goes out to Layton. I know exactly how it feels to be cheated on and lied to, and before they come clean, they treat you like you’re crazy for thinking so poorly of them.

  “Is there anyone you can trust who could find out if it’s true?” I ask. “I’d do it, but it would be completely obvious due to my foot connecting repeatedly with his junk.”

  Layton snorts and makes a left onto the road that leads directly to our townhome. “I’d ask Kingston, but he’d use your tactics.”

  As the oldest Price sibling, Kingston is the very definition of protective older brother. “Anyone else he wouldn’t suspect?”

  “It would have to be a guy...” She eyes me. “You don’t think Dallas—”

  “No. That would put him in an awkward position, especially considering he’s never met the guy.”

  “But you’re dating now,” she points out, like I don’t know it’s been three weeks since we’ve gone exclusive. Or almost two months since we started seeing each other.

  It feels surreal at times. Dallas also makes me feel good, sexy... desirable. When we’re together, there is nothing he wants more than to please me sexually and satisfy me as well. I can’t complain about anything, not the private dinners, the nights at his house... the ones at mine. We spend our time making love and watching Netflix. When he reviews film, as he calls it, I catch up on my reading or work on upcoming events at the Franklin-Hayes House.

  We’re basically a couple. A real couple.

  And it’s not scary at all.

  “Earth to Paige.”

  Oh, crap. She caught me daydreaming. “Let’s brainstorm who else we can ask.” I search my brain. “Not Nolan, because he’d spill his guts, and not Finley because...”

  “Finley,” Layton finishes, then perks up. “I know the perfect guy to ask. I can’t believe I didn’t think of it before, but luckily your sister’s name made me think of him.”

  “Who?”

  “Aiden McHugh. How can he not want to help his best friend’s little sister?”

  I make a noise. “Because he’s Aiden.”

  “Which is why Joe will never see it coming.”

  I consider her choice. “I have to admit that it’s unexpected.” I nod my head. “I say go for it.”

  Parking the car in front of our townhome, she turns to me and smiles widely. “Don’t worry about my dress. I look damn good in it.”

  “The muffin top makes it extra delicious looking?” I smack my lips and make an hourglass figure in the air with my hands.

  “Har-har. Don’t quit your day job, Owens... or your daydreaming about Dallas.”

  * * *

  “He said yes,” Layton sang out as she danced into the living room. “Aiden agreed to help me.”

  “Did you have to promise your firstborn?” I put my attention back on the television, watching as Dallas narrowly misses getting tackled and scores by the skin of his teeth or tips of his toes. Whatever. My heart jumps in my throat every time he hits the field. When they show his face while listing his stats. When he’s chatting with Aiden on the sidelines or getting into the game with growly faces and big hand gestures, my heart is going faster than an entire flock of bird wings.

  “No, he said if Joe was cheating on me, I’d owe him a night.”

  My head whips to her. “A night of what?”

  She blushes. “A night of me.”

  “And you agreed?” I’m horrified, not because of the sex, but rather the extortionist who wants it from her. “Why?”

  “Desperate times call for desperate measures,” she says tightly. “My wedding is less than three weeks away, Paige. I don’t want be jilted at the altar, or worse, find out after we’ve said our vows.”

  I jump up from the sofa and grab her in a hug. “I’m sorry you’re having to go through this.”

  “Me too, but at least you’re happy.”

  Taking a step back, I let go of her. Layton’s eyes shine with sincerity. “It feels weird at times.”

  “You’re weird.” She plops down on the sofa. “Why are you watching football?”

  Guess she doesn’t want to talk anymore, and I have to respect that. “Because Dallas is playing.
”

  She grins slyly. “Does this mean you’re in lahve with him?”

  My heart stutters, then quickly recovers as my brain reminds me that great sex, easy banter, and an exclusive relationship doesn’t equal love. “I’m only in lahve with this white cheddar popcorn.” I grab the bowl and shove it in her lap. “Stuff your face.”

  Grabbing a handful, she pops it in her mouth. “Who has possession of the ball?”

  “I’m pretty sure they’re all possessed to let themselves be tackled.”

  “Pretty sure that’s not the goal.”

  “Yet... it keeps happening, and they know it’s part of the game.”

  “In other words, you have no idea.” She shoves the bowl back. “There’s no shame in not being able to play the game. Just admit it, Owens.”

  “Are you seriously bragging about knowing more than I do about this, Price?”

  “Anyone who’s watched a game longer than five seconds knows more than you do.”

  I start to argue, but then shrug. She’s right. “Whatever. I’m trying to be a good girlfriend and learn. Plus, Dallas said he’d give me a pearl necklace tomorrow night if I can list all the guys who tackle him tonight. So here I am, taking notes.” I hold up my phone and shake it.

  Layton slaps my arm, her hand resting there. “He’s buying you jewelry? We can be twins. Finally.”

  Blood rushes to my cheeks. I should have phrased that differently. “Ahhhh. I don’t think that’s what he meant by a pearl necklace.”

  She blinks at me, her nose scrunching. “What other kind is there?”

  Apparently, Layton’s not up on sex slang and Joe’s never given her a third strand of pearls. “Oh, freshwater. Um... Mississippi pearls... so many places.”

  “There’s nothing wrong with a new necklace, silly. You don’t have to explain that to me.” She fingers the double strand around her neck. “It’ll take a little getting used to, but eventually, when they warm to the same temperature as your skin, you won’t even notice them.”

  “Good to know.” I’m fairly certain Dallas won’t allow me not to notice him marking my skin. Since I’ve never had someone do it, and I’m not sure if he was even serious or just talking dirty, I’m open to ... learning more.