Her eyes are anchored to mine. Her plump lips part, creases form across her forehead, and her creamy skin is dewy with sweat. “I want all of it. Now.”
That’s my Ava. She’s giving me orders, and I’m happy to oblige.
I pull back and plunge into her depths with one long, lingering thrust.
She arches into me. “Oh, Dex. God, yes.”
I give her time to take me, adjust to me. I’m not exactly small, and I don’t want to hurt her. I draw in a breath and hold it with a locked jaw. She feels so fucking good. So sweet and tight.
Her nails rake along my back until they sink into my ass. That’s the signal I’m waiting for, and I start moving inside of her. I’m trying to hold back, trying to be gentle, trying to start slow and build, but that’s obviously not part of Ava’s plan.
Within seconds, we’re fucking hard and fast, our eyes pinned to each other. I pound into her, and she meets every thrust with one of her own. Sexy little moans and sensual sounds slip through her lips as she matches me stroke for stroke, and never once does our eye contact break. We’re so into each other, so fascinated with what’s happening between us that nothing else exists at this moment except her and the connection between our bodies and our souls.
The creases over her brow deepen, her gaze grows more intense, and she pulls a plump lip between her teeth. I know she’s close, and I dip my head to take her mouth as hard and demanding as I’m taking her sex. She kisses me back but breaks apart to stare up at me.
And I know in that moment, she wants me to see what I mean to her. How this is just a consummation of what’s in her heart.
I want to tell her that I want her all to myself. I can’t form the words, though, because it wouldn’t be fair. Instead, I don’t break my stride and fuck her harder.
She rises up so that her breasts brush my chest with each thrust of my hips. Her nails sink deeper into my ass as I drive into her.
Every muscle in my body is a fucking ball of passion and energy. I pound into her until she tightens and contracts around my dick. She cries out my name again as her first orgasm with a man inside of her crashes through her, and it’s the sweetest goddamn sound I’ve ever heard. Her eyes slam shut, and she throws her head back, riding the wave that’s cresting inside of her.
A shiver races over her as the tide of her climax finally begins to recede, and she opens her eyes.
I’m ready to go off, but I grit my teeth and hold back the riptide of orgasm threatening to send me up in flames.
Hell no. I want to see her come again.
One of my hands glides down her thigh, and I hook an arm under her knee to spread her wider. So I can reach deeper. Fuck harder.
Her eyes widen, and another spark of lust ignites in her baby blues.
“Had enough?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “I want more.”
So I give it to her, riding her fast and hard.
“Dex, yes! Fuck me harder.”
It’s all I can do not to lose it. Gentleman that I am, I hold on and give her what she wants.
“Oh God, I’m going to come again,” she says. Her eyes slide shut as her hands race up and down my back. Her bracelets jingle in my ear as her pussy closes around me, making the friction too much to bear. Her legs tighten around me, and she explodes into another orgasm. It’s then I realize she’s still got her heels on because they’re digging into my ass. The sting of my flesh is sweet, and I can’t hold back the floodgates of my own release any longer.
My dick throbs and twitches as I come.
I shower kisses over her face, her cheeks, her forehead, as our breathing slows. Gently, she traces circles along my spine with a fingernail.
“Do I still get to call you Rookie?” I murmur against her ear. “The name has kind of grown on me.”
A dreamy sigh slips through her lips. “After that, you can call me whatever you want.”
I’ll hang on to the name. It’s special, and something she and I will always share. But we both know that her rookie days are over for good.
Chapter Fifteen
I’m on my back, an arm behind my head, and Ava is curled against my side with her cheek on my shoulder. She traces circles through the smattering of dark hair on my chest.
“Which one did you have a crush on?” I’m studying the boy-band poster on the ceiling directly over her bed.
She blows out a soft chuckle and turns her head to look at the poster. “All of them.” She points to the second one from the left. He’s got dark features, black hair, and an overall bad-boy look. “But especially that one because he looked the most like you.”
I frown at the ceiling. “I didn’t know you way back then.”
“Yes, you did. I’d met you once during family weekend at Columbia.”
Ah. I made an effort to forget family events during those college years since my parents never showed up.
Ava snuggles into the nook of my arm, and I run my fingers through her hair.
“I hung this poster right after that,” she says.
Ava’s crush started that long ago?
A cold chill slithers through my veins. Could she just be infatuated with me because of Leo’s overprotective sheltering? I’ve been convenient for her all these years. One of only two guys Leo trusts with his sister. The coldness settles into my stomach and turns it sour.
My inner geekster kicks in, and I start to analyze and intellectualize the situation. She could realize the reality isn’t as good as the fantasy. When a person wants something so long, they often build it up in their minds to be much better, much bigger than it really is. I glance down at the sheet starting to tent at my crotch. Okay, I’ve got the bigger part handled. No problems there. But better?
No question, Ava could do better than me.
“What?” Her finger stops moving in circles, and she pokes the space between my pecs.
“What, what?” I ask.
“You’re thinking too hard. What about?” She pokes me again.
She knows me just as well as I know her.
“I was thinking about how much history we have together. You, Leo, and Oz are the only real family I’ve ever known. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Her soft, pliant body stiffens at my side, and her warm flesh molded against me suddenly feels cold.
“Ava, I’m just saying I’ve never had this kind of bond with anyone else. Not even with my own parents, and I don’t want to lose it.” And it will kill me if sleeping with Ava destroys it. Even worse, if Leo finds out and goes freakazoid on us, I won’t forgive myself for ruining the closeness he and Ava share.
“Let’s focus on this weekend, okay?” Ava’s head dips lower, and she feathers kisses down my abs.
Instinctively, my fingers thread into her silky hair. “Ava.” My voice is ragged with lust.
“Mmm?” She keeps descending and moves over me. Her beautiful tits graze my abs then fall on each side of my dick.
“Fuck,” I ground out.
“Uh-huh,” she says, and slides her torso back and forth so that my shaft is nestled between her breasts, and they’re rubbing me on both sides. And just like my fantasy, she gets me off with her beautiful breasts.
We go at it all night long, so comfortable and free with each other, like we’ve been a couple for years. It’s even better than I’d dreamed. Everything I’ve ever wanted.
And so much more than I can bear to lose when this weekend is over.
Chapter Sixteen
Morning sun streams through Ava’s lacy curtains and wakes me up. I’m spooned around her with my hand cupping her breast. My ass should be dragging after our all night fuck-athon. Instead, I’m fresh as a fucking daisy and ready to go again.
But I don’t make a move. I study specks of dust floating in the rays of sunlight and listen to her slow, steady breaths.
I fucked Ava.
It was so damn right and yet so wrong at the same time. After two long years of self-restraint, I’ve changed
our friendship in one night. I’ve also betrayed a good friend that could blow our business partnership to hell and back. I can’t even think about the implication that would have on Checkmate’s future.
She stirs and snuggles closer so our bodies touch from head to toe. She wiggles her ass against my boner. “What’s that?” Her voice is thick with sleep. Her eyes are closed, but a faint smile lifts the corner of her mouth.
I can’t resist her, especially now that we’ve slept together. I don’t usually spend the night with my dates. It can get awkward and harder to disengage when the relationship has run its course. But Ava isn’t like any of the other women I’ve been with, and spending an entire night with her seems natural.
My hand closes around her perky tit, and I massage it. “It’s not the Energizer bunny, sweetheart, that’s for damn sure,” I whisper against her ear and nuzzle her neck.
She laughs and turns her head to look up at me. She’s gorgeous, messy bedhead and all.
“You’re way better than the Energizer bunny.” She smiles, and a sexy shade of pink seeps into her cheeks.
I slip my dick between her thighs, and it’s encased in the heat from her legs, her pussy, and the bottoms of her ass cheeks.
Pure heaven.
“I’m kind of sore,” she says.
Shit. I should’ve expected that. Instead, I was about to fuck her from behind, lying just like we are now.
She traces my jawline with her fingertips and then molds her palm to my cheek. “Last night was incredible,” she whispers. “Thank you.”
I resist the urge to devour her. I resist the urge to go at it fast and furious while we still can. Before the weekend is over.
I press a soft, openmouthed kiss to her lips. It’s warm and languid and so, so sweet. We kiss slow and easy for a long time until our breathing starts to grow heavy. I break the kiss and brush her bottom lip with the pad of my thumb.
“I’ll make us coffee while you soak in a hot bath. Maybe that’ll make you feel better.”
“Good idea.” She rolls out of bed and takes the sheet with her, leaving me completely nude. My dick stands at attention, and her blue eyes turn to smoke and fire.
I fold both hands behind my head and let her enjoy the view. I love the way she’s looking at me like she wants to eat me alive. Maybe she can later if she wants.
“What’s on the agenda for today?” I ask.
“The homecoming game is tonight, so we have all day to do whatever we want.” She lifts a silky brow. “I intend to make good use of our time alone together.” She wraps the sheet around her and secures it above one breast.
I give her an evil smile that I hope mirrors my dirty thoughts. “Then you better soak in that hot bath a long time. With Epsom salt.”
She lifts both brows and heads to the door. “That sounds like a challenge.”
I push myself out of bed. “It’s a promise, sweetheart.”
When she’s gone, I put on my glasses, find my suitcase, and pull on a pair of sweat pants. I run a toothbrush over my grill and then pad down the hall. The wood floor is cold against my bare feet as I make my way to the kitchen. It takes a few minutes, but I find all the items I need to make coffee just the way Ava likes it. It’s no surprise that she’s stocked the kitchen with everything required to perform her favorite morning ritual.
It’s such a thing for her and Leo both. Always has been since I’ve known them.
While it’s brewing, I check my messages. I’ve missed calls from both Leo and Oz. Must be important. My thumb hovers over the call button next to Leo’s name. Guilty SOB that I am, I can’t bring myself to tap it. Mostly since I’ve just tapped his sister. So I dial up Oz instead.
“Hey, dude. What’s up?” I grab two mugs from the cabinet.
“Uh.” Oz releases a pissy breath. “I ruffled a few European feathers yesterday because of the expansion.”
“Oz.” My voice is stone cold. “What have you done?”
“Well, hell,” he huffs. “You weren’t here—”
“I’ve been gone one day, Oz. One. Fucking. Day.”
He totally ignores me. “And Leo took a few days off to help Chloe plan their wedding, so I had to handle things myself. You know I’m not as diplomatic as you. No idea why people don’t gravitate to me the way they do you and Leo.”
“Maybe because you can be an asshole sometimes?” I deadpan. “Leticia has given up trying to find you an assistant because none of them last more than a few days.”
“The last one stayed a week, so fuck you,” says Oz. It’s our standard response to each other, no matter what.
“She stayed a week because Leticia bribed her with a designer handbag and a pair of Jimmy Choos. Obviously, not even twenty-five hundred dollars of accessories made it worth her while to put up with your flowery personality, so fuck you too, buddy.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “What happened with the expansion?”
“I kind of went ape shit yesterday on the government agency in Paris that’s supposed to pull the business permits for us.” He hesitates. “And I may have accidentally called an official in Amsterdam an idiot.” He sighs heavily. “I had no idea the Dutch speak English as good as we do.”
“Jesus, Oz. Is there anyone you didn’t piss off?” I ask.
“They dropped the ball, and that’s no way to do business.” His voice is irritated, like he can’t fathom why someone didn’t jump when he snapped his fingers. That’s Oz.
“Their culture is just different than ours,” I growl into the phone.
“It’s business. How different can it be?”
“They aren’t in a hurry over everything like we are. It takes patience and finesse to get things done.”
“Which is why I stick to R & D and leave the ass kissing to you.” Oz’s sigh is heavy. “I’m not a finesse kind of guy.”
“You might not suck at diplomacy quite so badly if you at least tried,” I say.
“Sorry I fucked it up. I know it was already a difficult project. I turned the situation over to Leo after I lost my temper. Call him and get the rest of the deets. Meanwhile, I’ll go make myself useful by developing new products that will make us millions in those European stores once they’re open.”
If. If they open. This project is already turning into one big cluster fuck, and it’s just getting started.
We end the call with another fuck you, and I pour the coffee, mixing it up the way I do every morning at the Bump & Grind. I turn and lean against the counter, legs crossed at the ankles. I sip my coffee and pick up my phone to dial Leo. Before I can place the call, Ava emerges from the bedroom wrapped in a cozy robe that looks like it could’ve been her mother’s. She’s toweling her wet hair and smelling like the vanilla I just put in her coffee.
My thumb hovers over the call button again, and guilt skates over me.
Nope. I toss my phone onto the counter. Not gonna happen. I can’t call Leo after shagging his sister. All. Night. Long.
I hand her a piping hot mug, and she brings it to her lips. “Feel better?” I ask.
She nods. “I feel fabulous.” Her eyes twinkle with mischief, and she lifts her mug.
I know exactly what she’ll do next. I’ve got it memorized after two long years of meeting her for morning coffee. Her eyes will slide shut as she sips that first taste. She’ll moan, and the muscles in her neck will work as she savors and swallows….
“Mmm,” she moans and her long lashes brush the creamy skin above her cheeks.
And fuck. My dick pitches a tent right inside my sweats when the lithe muscles in her neck gently roll and undulate as she swallows.
Because hey, she fucking swallows.
Her eyes flutter open, and she lifts the mug. “Just like my mom used to make it.”
So that’s why it’s a thing for both Ava and Leo. It’s a shred of their past, a part of their family tradition, like turkey cooking on Thanksgiving morning.
I realize how sad and strange it is that my parents are alive and well, y
et I have not one happy memory or special family tradition to hold on to. I’m so glad that Ava does.
The mug hovers at her lips. “So I was thinking I’ve got a few more rookie cards I’d like to lose this weekend.”
Please God, let one of them involve swallowing.
“Let’s eat first, though,” she says.
Eat first, swallow second. Works for me. “Eating is good.” My gaze drops to the spot below the tie of her robe. “I didn’t get quite enough to eat last night.”
Ava snorts coffee. “Good Lord, you’re a machine in bed.”
I put my coffee down and walk to her. “I assure you, sweetheart, I’m all man.” I kiss her, and she tastes like cream and vanilla. “If the countless orgasms you had last night didn’t prove that, I’ll have to up my game.”
“Are you saying my machine-made orgasms are a thing of the past?” She holds her coffee to the side so it doesn’t spill.
I thread an arm around her waist. “I’m saying don’t buy stock in any battery manufacturers any time soon. I’ve still got two days here with you.”
The brightness in her eyes dims. She keeps a faint smile on her lips, but I know Ava, and it’s not genuine.
“So what rookie card can I help you with today?” I try to redirect the conversation back to something that makes her eyes shine.
“Let’s eat first.” She backs away. “I’m starved. I think we burned more calories last night than an Olympic swimmer.”
She tries to smile, but the light still doesn’t return to her eyes.
Chapter Seventeen
We get dressed, and Ava directs me to a local diner where we sit on the same side of the red leather booth and snuggle like teenagers.
She leans over and nuzzles my neck, breathing in my Checkmate scent. “Sinful Obsession.”
Today, I change up my usual response just a little. “Give my girl an O.”
She giggles, and her eyes shine since I’ve called her my girl.
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