“I have to remind you of what we do to have you make those sexy sounds for me. I need to be thorough so you don’t forget.” Driscoll pushed her back then lay over her. “Then do it again and again to reaffirm it, to make sure it sticks. A whole lot of times.” He kissed her, a soft brush on her lips.
Lila sucked his tongue in then pushed hers into his mouth before nipping on his tongue.
“Feisty woman.” He chuckled. “I like that.”
“I’ll get more feisty if you don’t give me what I need.”
“What do you need?”
“You, Driscoll. You.”
Driscoll’s heart skipped a beat then it raced at the promise in her tone. He kissed her again before sliding back until his mouth was over her breast. He nibbled on the pebbled flesh of her breast then swirled his tongue over her areola. Lila rocked beneath him and she ran her feet up and down the backs of his legs.
“Yes. Like that,” she muttered then continued to urge him on.
He took his time playing with her breasts, driving her into a frenzy of need. Lila shivered and gripped the back of his head. Wanton sounds of pleasure flowed from her as she breathed deep then exhaled. He licked across her skin to the other breast and repeated the caress. Lila tightened her hold on his head, pulling him against her. He nuzzled her soft flesh and groaned as her scent filled him.
“Lila.” He moved lower, continuing his downward journey, nibbling and licking her skin.
She arched under his touch, responding so sweetly as she gave him the sounds of desire. Just above her bare pussy, he kissed the soft, smooth skin then licked down. Driscoll sucked her clit and when she bucked, he gently held her in place with his body.
“Dris,” Lila gasped, shaking.
He continued pleasuring her, enjoying the nub of flesh before delving deep into her then licking out. She clenched her pussy on his tongue then rocked into him as he reveled in her taste. He maintained the motions, listening as she got more and more vocal. Lila’s breath hitched and, recognizing sound, Driscoll pulled out and knelt between her legs, quickly putting on the protection. He blanketed her before surging forward and filling her. Lila moaned and tightened around him before she shuddered.
“Dris,” she whimpered as she climaxed, arching under him.
“Look at me,” Driscoll demanded.
At his words, Lila focused on his fierce face and he stroked deep. Spasms of pleasure continued to flow through her as his thrusts prolonged her release. The stark need on his face made her breath catch and she bit her lip, moving with him. She grabbed his ass then dug her nails in. Lifting her legs higher on his hips, she angled upward, quivering at the sensation of desire the change in angle set off.
“Lila,” Driscoll breathed out. “Need you so much.”
“Yes. Take me.” She lifted her head then nipped at his full bottom lip.
Driscoll’s harsh exhalation against her lips made her tremor, and a wave of passion overcame her again. She shook as she went over once more. Driscoll kept moving faster and faster, his breathing rising to match his pace. Sweat dripped from his face onto hers and Lila slid her hands up his damp back before grabbing his shoulders and yanking him fully against her.
“Each time it is better and better.” She pressed her lips to his ear then nipped the lobe before kissing it. “Give me all you have, Dris.”
“Lila. Mine.” He grunted and shuddered as he came.
She hugged him, kissing the side of his face and rubbing her hands up and down his back. Driscoll slumped on top of her and she cuddled him, soothing him. A few moments later, Driscoll stirred and met her gaze.
“Shower then bed,” he said. He kissed her before he stood, removed the condom and disposed of it then pulled on his jeans, leaving them unzipped and unbuttoned. He held out his hand.
Lila accepted it and he pulled her up, retrieving his T-shirt before putting it on her. Driscoll took out her ponytail from under the collar, smoothing the edges of the shirt as he smiled at her.
“What?” She kissed his cheek.
“Thanks for your help earlier, helping me get unblocked so I could finish my song.” He put his hand on her waist and led her to the door.
“I didn’t do anything,” she protested.
“You might not know you did.” Driscoll squeezed her. “But the walk and talking with you shook something loose to help. So thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” Lila walked beside him.
“We’ll have to do it again.”
“What? Talk? We do that all the time.”
“No, take walks around the neighborhood or property.” Driscoll stroked his hand down her ass, which was covered by his T-shirt.
“Sounds good to me.” Lila paused at the base of the steps and put her hand on his chest. “We can start doing that when I come by at night before you make me dinner.”
“Sounds like a plan.” He kissed her.
Lila sank into his kiss but pulled away. “We’re not sweaty enough for a shower.”
“Do tell,” Driscoll smirked. “What do you suggest so we can get nice and sweaty?”
“Running is good. Catch me if you can.” Lila smacked him on the ass then took off up the steps.
She heard Driscoll running behind her. Laughing, Lila reached the landing then feigned going to the left toward his bedroom but went right instead. Driscoll grabbed her and he lifted her off the floor.
“Dris,” Lila shrieked.
“Lila.” He turned her in his arms, effortlessly holding her with his hands at the back of her thighs. “Now what shall we do with you? Smack me on the ass then run from me.”
“I was just being playful,” Lila said.
Driscoll started walking and Lila glanced down the hall. “What are you planning, Dris?”
He didn’t answer, just entered the open door to the atrium and strode past the oasis of flowers and other fauna. Lila’s eyes widened when she saw where he was heading. She held onto him tight.
“Dris, not there.”
He again said nothing, just kept going. She tried to get away and he held her then he stepped off the edge. Lila gasped as the warmth of the indoor pool closed around them. He held her and they sank to the bottom then Driscoll kicked off, bringing them to the surface.
“You could have at least let us undress first.” Lila blinked the water from her eyes then wiped off her face.
“Easily rectified.” Driscoll tugged off the T-shirt then he let her go.
Lila watched as he put his hand underwater. A few moments later, he held up his jeans then pitched them and the other wet garment to the side of the pool. Driscoll came close to her.
“Crazy man.” She pushed at his shoulder.
“Your crazy man.” Driscoll winked smacking her ass. “Race you.” He swam away.
Lila went under the surface then headed after him. She resurfaced before swimming into his path, wrapping her legs around him.
“Cheater.” Driscoll laughed. “Interference with your opponent is grounds for forfeit of the race.”
“Oh, Mister Rule Maker, let’s bend some of those rules.” She lifted herself up, rubbing against his erection. “Ummmm… Need you.”
“Yes.” Driscoll held her as he took them to the side near the clothing. He let her go and got his jeans, taking out a condom.
Lila took it from him and she clenched her inner walls, eager for him to take her. He sat on the side of the pool and she put the protection on then he slid back into the water before he turned her, pressing her against the side of the pool. He hitched her leg up before thrusting into her.
“Harder. Again.” She rocked to meet his thrust.
Driscoll lowered his head kissing her, and Lila held on.
Chapter Six
Lila moved to her left to get a better view. She held back a moan as she stared at Driscoll’s ass as he bent over.
“Go deeper, baby,” she muttered. “Damn,” she said as Kennan blocked her view.
“A nice view,” a sultry alto sa
id next to her.
“Uh-huh.” Lila didn’t glance away, wanting another glimpse of Driscoll’s ass.
“You didn’t even look at me. I bet you don’t even know who I am.”
“From your voice with that lyrical accent, you’re one of the Lockes.” Lila waved her hand. “Now hush, I’m watching the football game.”
“Drooling is more like it,” Bella said.
“Yeah she is.” The first woman laughed.
“You all are messing with my ogling,” Lila said.
“Jules, I think Lila is actually checking out the men. Why ever would she do that?” Bella teased.
When Bella called the nickname Lila realized the first woman was Julianne Locke—Bella’s cousin.
“Because she is a smart woman who is appreciating the fine specimen of manliness she came with.” Julianne moaned. “God, Kennan is muscular. How long do we need to stay at this thing again?”
“Horny women.” Bella laughed then she gasped. “Shoot, Morgan just took off his shirt. I wonder if he needs me to blot off the sweat from his skin.”
“What are you all doing?” Regina spoke toward Lila’s left.
Kennan shifted out of the way saying something. Lila hummed at the sight of Driscoll’s butt.
“Observing the football game,” Bella said.
“Ogling the men,” Lila replied simultaneously.
Driscoll snapped the ball to Kennan and his team worked to keep possession. Kennan threw the ball.
“Ahhh… Good idea.” Regina whistled. “Damn, look at Spence jump for that ball. Go, honey, go,” she screamed then whispered, “See how he is cradling the ball in his arms and holding it with his fingers? He has the touch. He has some magical hands. Knows just how to use them effectively. Yes, indeed he does.”
“TMI,” Julianne said, “I don’t need to know about your sex life.”
“Is Reggie sharing her sex life again?” someone asked.
As more of the women joined them, Lila listened as they bantered back and forth about the men playing the football game. On the field the men played on, oblivious to her and the others ogling them as they did a scrimmage. Driscoll suddenly looked toward them then he stood, putting his hands on his hips. He said something to the men, but he was too far away for her to hear. The men headed toward them. As Driscoll came closer, Lila smiled as she again read his T-shirt.
Love is just a chemical imbalance that you can control if you have the right mindset. The depiction of a woman holding a heart chasing behind the man that accompanied the words was cheeky.
“I see Driscoll is wearing one of his latest T-shirts.” Regina chuckled.
“Yeah. They finally came in. A few of us chipped in and had them made in different colors, as Stuart suggested,” Bella said.
“Did Morgan make the other T-shirt?”
“Not yet. After the concert he did ask Dakota to start coming up with a design and layout for it.”
“What T-shirt?” Lila asked.
“First I have to put it in context,” Bella said then quickly explained how the T-shirt came about when she and Morgan had been on the outs and he’d come to reconcile. “Then Morgan countered what Driscoll said by telling him he’d make up another shirt for when Driscoll did fall in love.”
“What is the shirt supposed to say?” Lila stared at Driscoll.
“’No one can control love even when they think their mindset is more powerful. I’m in love and I embrace the chemical imbalance’,” Bella said.
“Ahh… You’re telling her about the T-shirt that I will never have to wear,” Driscoll smirked. “My mindset is too strong. Now for the reason we came over here. Are you all by chance ogling us?” Driscoll stopped before her.
“Yep.” She winked. “You have a really good ass.”
The women complimented the various men. The men laughed and shook their heads.
“I figured you all were.” Driscoll looked at the men who were with him then at Lila. “Instead of sitting on the sidelines, how about a friendly game? We promise to be gentle seeing as you are the softer sex.”
The men with him nodded. Lila narrowed her eyes then glanced at the women at either side of her and saw they had done the same. She focused on Driscoll and the other men, smiling sweetly.
“Thanks. Let’s play.”
“Good.” Driscoll gave her the ball. “We’ll even give you the handicap of going first. Pick your players and come out when you are ready.”
“How generous of you.” She took the ball.
The men retreated to the field. They quickly picked the players. Those not going onto the field as well as those going into the game milled around.
“We’re gonna wipe the field with them.” Regina hissed.
The others made sounds of agreement.
“Damn right.” Bella cracked her knuckles.
“They will learn the power of women.” Irene smiled and the coldness of it made Lila make a mental note to never get on her bad side.
“I love teaching people to eat humble pie. I make it so well.” Aida’s grin was fierce.
“Let’s do this.” Julianne put out her hand.
They all put their hands in, even those not playing.
“No mercy,” Lila said.
They broke on those words then headed to the field. Men and women not in the game lined up on either side of the field.
“What’s going on?” a woman asked.
“Ma Locke, they are playing male against female,” a child said.
“Oh, boy. We’re gonna need ice and lots of bandages,” she said then yelled, “Don’t hurt them too bad, ladies.”
“No promises, Ma,” Julianne called back.
The others who were also related to Julianne replied to her mom as aunt, while those not family by blood echoed the no promises. The men laughed and Lila took her place as quarterback. The others lined up around her. Julianne bent down, holding the ball. Lila readied herself and when Julianne snapped the ball, she ran back and threw it. Regina headed down the field at full force along with Bella. Lila ran toward them, noticing Irene and Aida as well as the other women on the team tackling the men, keeping them from Regina or Bella. Regina jumped, catching the ball then tucking it in close and continuing her trek down field. The crowd roared, egging her on as she ran. Lila frowned as she saw Driscoll closing in and she picked up her speed. She leaped and tackled him from the back. Driscoll grunted as he went down under her. Lila rose, brushing off her clothing. Driscoll rolled over, staring up at her with surprise on his face.
“Whoops.” She shrugged. “I forgot we are the softer sex.” She stuck out her tongue then ran toward the rest of her team.
Regina dodged one of the Locke men then kept going. Bella shouldered them out of the way then flexed her arms.
“Softer sex my ass.” She ran after Regina keeping any of the opposing team at bay.
Regina crossed the line and lifted the ball.
“Touchdown,” Lila screamed, jumping up and down then racing to her team.
They converged with Regina and laughed.
“It’s just one score,” Driscoll called.
Lila lifted her head then glared at him. “Ladies, we have a game to win.”
“Grab the rubbing alcohol too,” Julianne’s mother yelled. “There are going to be some sore folks when this game is done.”
Lila got in place with her team. She bared her teeth at Driscoll. He laughed and winked.
* * * *
Hours later, Lila sighed as Driscoll rubbed her aching feet. “You’re the reason I hurt.”
“Ditto, babe.” Driscoll groaned as he tried to get comfortable.
Around them, the moaning and groaning of the players filled the air. Lila chuckled hysterically. The others joined her. When they calmed, Lila reached out and rubbed Driscoll’s shoulders. He shifted closer on the blanket they shared.
“Right there,” he whimpered.
“We should have kept going until someone won,” Regina groused.
“You better not say that too loud before my mom comes and yells at us again,” Julianne said.
“Jules, your mom is awesome. She never even raised her voice and had almost everyone quaking in fear and rushing off the field. I wanna do that when I grow up.” Lila snickered.
“Laugh now, but you’ve never seen the wrath of my mother.” Julianne shuddered. “She’s a force all her own. We know when she speaks to listen.”
“If we hadn’t, we’d need to call ambulances to haul our old asses to the hospital,” Spencer whimpered. “Reggie, please rub my lower back.”
“Speak for yourself, boyo,” Stuart said. “I’m not old. Hey, why am I the one rubbing you”—he glanced at Irene then Aida—“and you? I ache too.” He pouted.
“Because you were part of the idiots that called us the softer sex.” Irene glared at him. “Now get this shoulder.”
“That was Driscoll.” Stuart rolled his eyes.
“But you agreed.” Aida pushed her elbow into his side. “Hey, don’t stop.”
“So anyone up for volleyball?” Morgan laughed.
They pelted him with whatever was handy. He laughed and ducked behind Bella. She moved and slapped him on the arm.
“Idiot.” She kissed him then shoved him. “I’m gonna need some Epsom salts later.”
Everyone echoed her sentiment.
“But you gotta admit it was fun,” Kennan said.
They all agreed before starting to talk about the game.
Lila leaned against Driscoll then whispered, “When I tackled you, there was this shocked look on your face. I wish I had thought to get a picture.”
“That was a spectacular tackle. I’m feeling it all now.” Driscoll hugged her. He stared at her then stiffened. “I’ll be damned, I’m gonna need another T-shirt.”
“What?”
“I—”
Her cell dinned and Lila pulled it out and read the screen. A few others’ cells also sounded and Lila glanced around. She figured the grim expressions on their faces matched hers.
She turned to Driscoll. “I’ve got to go.”
“It’s bad.”
“I don’t know—”
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