Game for Anything

by Bella Andre

  After what had to have been the longest wait of her life, they finally pulled up to her curb. She wasn't normally rude enough to shoot out of the car and run up her steps without thanking the driver, but she'd apologize to Jose later.

  She'd just turned the key in her lock when Ty's hand snaked around hers and opened the door. Next thing she knew, they were inside her foyer and she was up against the wall with her dress pushed up to her waist.

  "I really, really like your bathtub plan," he said, "but I'm afraid I'm not going to make it any farther than your front door."

  A hot wave of arousal hit her and she ripped at his pants and shirt as he pulled another condom out of his jacket and ripped it open.

  "Hurry," she said and a moment later he was shoving the crotch of her panties aside, and she was wrapping her legs around him again. He plunged his enormous erection all the way in, then out, then in again, harder, deeper this time, and she was crying out his name, begging him for more, sobbing as the orgasm she'd been waiting for shook her whole body. Again and again he rocked into her, until he stilled and she felt him pulsing inside her.

  Yet again she gave thanks for his powerful physique, for the job that had perfectly trained him to hold her as if she weighed nothing at all.

  His torn clothes lay on the floor, ripped apart by her greedy, lusty hands.

  "I hope you packed more than one suit," she teased.

  His soft chuckle reverberated through her rib cage.

  At last, she understood why so many women pursued Ty, why they were willing to give up anything for one night--or more, if they were fortunate--with him. He knew how to make a woman feel good.

  Not just how to give her pleasure, but also how to tap into her inner vixen and laugh with her at the same time.

  Last week she never would have admitted that he was more than a playboy jock who could barely add or spell. But now she knew that Ty Calhoun was so much more complicated and wonderful than he ever let people know. Her stomach hurt when she thought about going their separate ways once her assignment had ended and his new season started.

  Still, she had nearly two weeks with the most sexually fulfilling man on the planet, and she was going to squeeze every ounce of pleasure from them. As long as she didn't make the mistake of letting herself fall in love with him, she'd be just fine.

  "Ready for that bath?" she asked, smiling as he carried her down the hall.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Bright and early the next morning, Julie's BlackBerry buzzed a reminder that they had to be in Lake Tahoe by noon for another big fund-raiser. Ty would have been hard-pressed not to do her in the limo during the four-hour drive north if they hadn't both needed to catch up on sleep.

  A couple of hours into the event, Julie found him sitting at a table signing autographs for a very long line of kids and their parents.

  She handed him a bottled water and leaned over to whisper, "How's it going? Need a break anytime soon?"

  He inhaled her cinnamon and cream scent and immediately got a boner. He wished he hadn't agreed to keep their relationship under wraps. He wanted to pull her onto his lap in front of everyone and kiss her. He wasn't sure if she realized that everyone pretty much thought she was his girlfriend, that a guy like him didn't have a gorgeous handler if he wasn't doing her.

  Still, a promise was a promise. And he didn't want to do anything that could mess up the good thing they had going.

  "I'm fine," he said, liking the way Julie looked with the Lake Tahoe pines behind her. He used to think a woman like her would only fit in at fancy cocktail parties or shopping at Tiffany's, but after watching her in action, he knew she had the stamina of an athlete and was willing to go the distance for her clients. "Were you able to block out the afternoon?"

  She nodded. "As soon as you're done here, we're free until tonight's gala at Northstar Lake Tahoe."

  Before turning back to his fans he added very softly, "Glad to hear it. I hope you're ready to get all wet."

  Out of the corner of his eye, he watched her nipples harden through her dress. She really did have a dirty mind. Little did she know he was just talking about taking a dip in a private beach he knew about deep in the pines.

  Her hip brushed against his shoulder as she walked away, branding him all over again with desire.

  An hour later, he left his signing table and returned to Julie's side to shake their host's hand. "It was great meeting so many Outlaws' fans. We'll see you tonight," he said, leaving no chance for anyone to waylay them.

  "What took you so long?" she accused, nearly outpacing him in her urgency to get back to their rental convertible.

  "Didn't you once tell me that patience was a virtue?"

  got into the passenger seat and glared at him. "You can't say something like that to me in front of everyone."

  "Like what?" he asked, enjoying winding her up--and then helping her let off steam in the best way possible.

  '"I hope you're ready to get wet,'" she mimicked.

  He turned the key, started driving. "No one heard. Besides, I figured it would be nice to take a break for a few hours, hang out by some water."

  Her face flamed as she realized she'd turned his comment into a sexual innuendo.

  Still, she turned on him. "Could you have signed any slower? You really don't need to ask people about their dogs. Their kids are enough."

  Fortunately, after a no-holds-barred night together, he didn't have to think twice before saying exactly what was on his mind.

  "Looks like someone needs to come."

  "No thanks to you," she muttered.

  To hell with making her wait any longer. He might as well oblige right then and there.

  He glanced over at her bare thighs on the leather passenger seat, then slid his right hand over to her lap.

  "What are you doing?" she bit out, but her legs had already opened to him, just enough that he knew she wanted him to touch her, to get her off at least once on the way to their next wet and slippery destination.

  "Tiding you over," he said as he slid the fabric up her thighs so that he could get at her slick, wet pussy.

  "You're driving."

  He grinned. "Don't worry, I've got it covered." She wasn't arguing anymore so he got back to business.

  "Open your legs for me, sweetheart. I want to feel how wet you are."

  The wind carried away her small whimper, and when she relaxed her thighs, his cock nearly exploded in his jeans. His fingers found the edge of her panties and they were already damp.

  "How long have you been waiting for me to touch you?" he asked, his voice silky, his cock throbbing.

  "Hours. It felt like forever."

  He tried to find his breath and it was damn hard. She was the girl of his dreams. Every guy's fantasy. A sex goddess.

  She was smart, funny, and successful too, but it made Ty nervous having such strong feelings about anything other than sex.

  Fortunately, pleasuring Julie was job one. He dipped one finger into her honey, relishing her slick heat as he slid his middle finger from one end of her plump lips to the other.

  "Ty, please," she begged and he knew she wanted him to swirl her clit, to press down on it until she screamed.

  First things first. He shifted his wrist so that he could slide one finger into her, then two, pumping them in and out in a slow, steady rhythm. He never got tired of touching her, never got tired of being inside her, with his fingers, his tongue, his cock.

  She rocked her hips into his hand, holding his wrist hostage with her hands, and he knew she was close to coming, whether or not he ever gave her clit the attention it deserved.

  "Let me see how horny you are," he urged, and she let go of his hand so that he could find her hard bead, letting him work it, rub against it.

  Her whole body tensed beneath his hands, and he said, "I want to hear you come."

  The road was deserted and she was as hot for him as she'd ever been. His name was on her lips, first a whisper and then a moan of deep
, deep pleasure as he left her clitoris, slipped his fingers in her, moving back and forth between her clit and lips over and over again, as fast as he could.

  Her legs fell all the way open, her head pressed into the headrest as she arched her back. Her nipples were hard against the fabric of her dress and he loved watching her as she came with wild abandon.

  Wetness coated his fingers and he continued stroking her as her orgasm rocked all the way through her. Just in time, they made it to the small, private house on the lake that he'd borrowed from one of his old friends. He put his foot on the brake and reluctantly took his hand out from between her legs.

  "Here we are. Hope you enjoyed the ride."

  She opened her eyes and looked out at the incredibly blue pond. It was nearly a mile long and half a mile wide. He'd seen a lot of beautiful things in his life, but this particular combination of water and trees and mountains was darn near perfection.

  All it needed to send it over the edge was the perfect woman.

  His brain shut down for a long second.

  Was Julie the perfect woman?

  He got out of the car, then went to the trunk as if he needed something out of it. Any excuse to get a grip and figure out what the hell was wrong with him.

  Sure, the sex had been amazing--perfect, even. But that didn't mean jack, not when they hardly saw eye-to-eye when they had their clothes on. And especially not when they came from totally different worlds.

  She would always belong to the rich and privileged.

  He would always be the hero of the underdogs.

  So sure, he'd continue to fuck her brains out for the next two weeks; only an idiot would turn that opportunity down. But he was going to keep everything else shut down--his heart, his emotions, whatever part of him was capable of loving. He'd be a fool not to.

  He shut the trunk, then dropped the keys onto the front seat. Sitting down on a rock, he slipped off his shoes and balled his socks up inside them.

  Julie's face was radiant with wonder. "This is beautiful, Ty. Absolutely incredible."

  He nodded, took in the view again. "Only the best for you," he said, trying like hell to keep the edge off his words. He didn't want to sound like an ass and scare her away.

  She gave him a sharp look and he knew he'd better smooth things over if he wanted the afternoon to go as well as the car ride had.

  "Ever gone for a swim in Tahoe?"

  She kicked off her heels and walked through the sand to the water's edge. "No way. The water can't be more than seventy degrees in the middle of summer."

  He pulled his Outlaws T-shirt over his head, then threw it onto his shoes and socks. Her gaze roved hungrily over his chest and he knew she was already heating back up.

  "I'll keep you warm," he said, knowing it was a cheesy line, but also the truth.

  She shook her head, backing away from the shore. "And don't think you can tempt me by taking off your pants."

  He undid the top button on his jeans. "You do know you're going in, even if I have to carry you myself, don't you?"

  Her nipples did that hardening thing again and he said, "Take your clothes off, already."

  She laughed, still backing away from both him and the water's edge.

  "Only you would ask a woman to strip in such a totally offhand way. And expect her to do it."

  He was down to his boxers--and the perpetual hard-on he wore whenever Julie was within a hundred feet--by the time he started stalking toward his beautiful prey.

  "You wouldn't dare," she said, gesturing to her dress.

  "Wanna bet?"

  He scooped her up in his arms and anticipation vibrated through her limbs.

  "You're going to pay for this," she said, but there was no anger behind her words, only heat, and a desperation that matched his.

  "I'm going to hold you to it," he murmured in her ear as he walked slowly into the cold water. "I've been waiting for you to dominate me all week."

  He felt her thighs clench, watched her nipples rise up. Water lapped over his thighs and he bent his head down to her breasts, covering the thin fabric with his mouth, sucking and pulling at her nipples.

  "I'll do anything you want," she gasped as she arched into his swirling tongue, "just please don't make me go in the water."

  "Anything?"

  She nodded, looked him in the eye. "Anything."

  So many pictures rushed through his head in that moment, he nearly dropped her. Pulling her tightly against him, he took a breath.

  And picked a fantasy.

  "Deal."

  He turned around and headed for a shady spot beneath an enormous pine. He laid her down on her back, her skirt riding up her thighs, showing him a sliver of panties. His cock throbbed.

  She lay back on her elbows, watching him, waiting for his demands. He licked his lips. "I want to watch you play with yourself."

  Julie sat up. "What?"

  She didn't refuse, though. Already, he knew she was thinking about touching herself while he watched. And it was making her crazy.

  He lay down next to her on his side, propping his head on one hand. "I want to see you run your hands down your naked body. Over your breasts. Onto your pussy. I want to see your fingers slide over your lips, swirl your clit. I want to watch you make yourself come. I want you to know I'm watching. To know how much I want to be where your hands are."

  Breathing fast, she stared at him. Then she turned her back to him, saying, "You'd better unzip me so I can get started."

  And Ty suddenly wondered if he could survive this after all.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Ty's fingertips brushed down her spine as he pulled her zipper down. He was a master of touch; even the slightest brush of his fingers made her wet and ready for him.

  Her dress had a built-in shelf bra, so when she shimmied the pink cotton down her hips, all that remained were her soaked panties, a sensation she was getting used to after a week of constant arousal.

  "Everything off," he growled. His shoulder muscles and biceps were taut, and his cock was thrusting out at her from beneath his cotton boxers.

  "Of course," she said. "Otherwise how could you watch me dip my fingers into my pussy?"

  She hadn't said the P word before, and liked how naughty it made her feel. Ty's eyes turned a dark, deep brown and his cock twitched as a spot of moisture appeared on his boxers.

  Hooking her thumbs into the thin silk strand that held up her panties on both sides, she slowly slid them off her hip bones, over her mound, down her thighs.

  "I feel so naughty lying here naked in the sand," she murmured softly, enjoying his answering groan as she lay back on her dress.

  Arching her back slightly, she closed her eyes and moved her hands to the top of her chest, just below her chin. She could feel his eyes on her breasts, and her nipples ached with pleasure from the few moments he'd sucked them. God, she loved his mouth on her.

  She slid her hands down the sides of her rib cage and cupped her breasts. Pretending her fingers were his lips, she reached for her nipples, tugged and pulled at them, barely hearing Ty's "Holy shit, you're hot" as she focused on the sensations working their way from her tits straight to her belly.

  Leaving one hand on her breasts, she ran the other down her flat stomach. Opening her legs, she let them fall to the side, wanting to expose herself to both her hand and Ty's devouring eyes.

  With her middle finger, she found the hard nub of her clitoris, and she was almost afraid to touch it, knowing how close she was to coming again. She didn't want to go too fast; didn't want either of them to miss out on the full show.

  Still, she couldn't resist teasing herself, couldn't stop her finger from sliding over her clit and pressing into it. She gasped and made herself pull away.

  "That's right," Ty coaxed, "nice and slow."

  His warm voice rushed over her, taking aim at her nipples and her pussy. She wanted to slide her fingers inside herself, imagine he was touching her, knowing that he would be doing just th
at very, very soon, anywhere and any way she desired.

  Raising her hips slightly, she tightened her stomach muscles and slid her hand back down over her mound.

  "Am I doing it right?" she whispered, not stopping for his answer because it felt so good.

  "Sweet Lord, yes," he groaned and she smiled through her arousal.

  She spread her legs even wider and slid her middle finger in, first just the tip, and then up to her second knuckle. Knowing he was holding his breath, she pushed her finger in to the hilt. Moving her hips in rhythm with her hand, she rocked back and forth, sliding her finger all the way out then all the way back in. She was so close to coming, all it would take was half a second on her clit and she'd explode.

  Unable to hold out another second, she slipped her finger out and finally touched her clit. Once the dam had broken, she couldn't stop circling, swirling the taut flesh. She wasn't in control of her hips and hands anymore; they were controlling her. Her other hand kneaded and rolled her nipples as she orgasmed in plain sight on a private beach in Lake Tahoe under a pine tree.

  Her limbs were shaking uncontrollably as she opened her eyes. Ty's hand was on his cock and she nearly came all over again at the frantic way he was working it.

  "Don't you dare waste that," she gasped, and a second later he had a condom on and was thrusting into her, one thumb on her clit, pushing her straight toward another amazing orgasm, the other hand on her breasts and his mouth on hers.

  Julie sat on the enormous porch overlooking the lake, sipping a glass of mineral water. After their incredible lovemaking, she and Ty had gone into the house to clean up and get dressed again. They had to leave for his evening engagement in a half hour and it was nice to get some quiet time together.

  He appeared with a plate of fresh bruschetta and her stomach growled. "We really need to send your friend a thank-you letter." She put one in her mouth and closed her eyes in ecstasy. "Wow. These are great."