Play Me

by Alla Kar

  “The same girl as last time?”

  His face pales. “You’re fucking her, too! I’m going to kill her—Erica, come here!”

  “No!” I push the door open. “It’s not like that.” Erica is sitting on his bed, the sheet pulled underneath her chin.

  She has a doe in the headlight look about her. “You’re Erica?” I ask.

  She pushes her glasses up her nose and tosses her hair around nervously. “Yes, why?”

  “You’re Roxy’s best friend, right?”

  “Is Roxy the girl with the car?” Jason asks.

  I give him a dirty look. “Where is her date with Blake tonight? I need to know now.”

  Erica narrows her blue eyes and purses her lips. “And why do you want to know?”

  Goddammit, can’t a guy get some information? Talking to these two girls is like prying a kid’s tooth out. “I need to know. It’s an emergency.”

  “No, it’s not. The only emergency would be if something happened to Maddox, and I know that’s not true, because my mom is watching him. And you don’t look like you’re in pain so I can’t imagine what emergency she would have. So, try again.”

  I glance over my shoulder at Jason for help but he puts his hands up in surrender. “I want to crash her date.”

  Erica’s eyes widen and a smile curls on her lips. “Really, now.”

  Jason laughs. “You’re going to go cock block Martinez? Dude, that’s so messed up.”

  I point my finger at him. “Shut your mouth. If I hear anybody talking about this tomorrow during practice, when I’m better I’ll beat your ass to the moon and back. Do you hear me?”

  Jason rolls his eyes but nods. “Sure, sure, why don’t you tell the man where his princess is waiting so he can leave?” He snorts.

  I don’t even look back.

  Erica bites her lip and tugs on the sheet around her. “You owe me one,” she whispers before shaking her head. “They’re at the new club in Texarkana. Down on the square.”

  Slightly dipping my head, I smile at her. “That’s all I needed to know.”

  She points toward the door. “Before you go, though, can you do me a favor?”

  I nod. “Anything.”

  Pink rises over her cheeks and she looks down. “It’s been a while for her.”

  I raise an eyebrow. “What are you asking?”

  Her cheeks are full blown stoplights now. “Make her forget her problems for a while, okay? Fuck her good.”

  Jason coughs on the beer he’s guzzling down. I hold back my smile and bring two fingers up to my forehead. “You have my word.”

  ***

  Why couldn’t he take her somewhere in Magnolia for Christ’s sake? This forty-five minute drive to Texarkana is kicking my ass. It feels more like three goddamn hours.

  Despite the cool air-conditioner blowing against my face, I’m drenched with sweat. A feeling I haven’t felt since freshman year of high-school takes over me and I’m drowning in it. I’m fucking nervous.

  The La Fiesta Club is on State Line Avenue close to crossing over into Texas. My hands grip at the steering wheel until I feel blisters forming over my palms. Music blares from outside of the club as I pull into a parking space a half of a mile away.

  This better fucking work. I’m wobbling on my bad leg half of a mile to go into some night club, looking for a girl on a date. Man, when did I turn into a cock blocker? But I know the answer to that. When I met Roxy. I pay my way in and walk into the dark hallway leading to the club.

  The walls vibrate the closer I get to the entrance. It’s fucking pitch black in here, too. Like that’s going to help my cause any. The actual club is one giant room with a balcony circling around the dance floor. A hut looking bar is positioned in the far left corner, where a line of people are waiting to get drinks.

  A lounge is to my right but there isn’t really any lounging going on. Just a lot of dry humping. Lights flicker against the walls, and strobe lights dance across the floor.

  Running my hands through my hair, I survey the room. I don’t see Roxy dry humping anyone and I don’t see her at the bar, which only leaves the dance floor. And God knows me limping through is such an amazing idea.

  Shit. I should have asked Dom to come but how weird would it be for Roxy to be carried out of the club by Dom? She’d probably shit bricks.

  I’m contemplating the best way to get out there when someone taps my shoulder. A brunette leans against me, wrapping her slender arm around my waist. She’s definitely fucked up because her breath smells like someone crawled in there and died. “Hey, cutie. Want to dance?”

  I try to cover up my eye roll the best I can. Grabbing her wrists, I remove her arm and turn her away from me. “No, I don’t want to dance, sweetheart. But that guy over there does.” I point to a random guy sitting on the orange couch. She frowns but then runs toward him.

  Christ. Straightening my shirt I go back to surveying the club. I’m about to give up after thirty minutes when I see an ass I recognize. Roxy is standing in the line for a drink. Blake isn’t anywhere near her. I’m assuming he went to the bathroom, so I don’t have much time.

  Every possible problem with this scenario hits me at once. First off, I’m not as strong as I normally am. Throwing her over my shoulder and walking out of the club isn’t really the best option for me right now. Fighting Blake really isn’t in my best interest either. Fuck.

  Biting my lip, I rack my brain for any rational idea. I swear my dick gets me in more situations than the damn president. The only option I have is to make her come with me. Make her give me a chance. But how?

  The line to the drinks is getting shorter and shorter. And Blake could be back any minute. Before I lose my nerve, I stalk toward her. She’s third from the front. A short, red dress comes mid-thigh, showing long tanned legs. Her hair is all the way down to her mid-back in curls. The fabric of my jeans is rubbing against my dick. I want—need this release.

  She takes a step forward right when I wrap my hand around her waist. She whirls around, her eyes widening. “What—the …. Weston?” Her pouty lips are red tonight. It looks amazing on her. “What are you doing here?” she asks, but doesn’t try to move out of my grasp.

  I stare at her green eyes. “I came to get you,” I say stupidly.

  Her brows pull down in the middle. “What? How did you know I was here, Weston?”

  I give her a one shoulder shrug. I may be a cock blocker but I’m not a tattle tale. And plus, I may need Blondie’s help in the future. “Lucky guess,” I lie, pulling her closer to me. The tip of her chest rubs against mine. “I want—need you to come with me, Roxanne. I can’t take this anymore.”

  A realization crosses her face. “You came to crash my date?” she grits through her teeth. I can already see where this is heading. “Weston—you … you fucking asshole!” she shouts, shoving against my chest. “How dare you come in and try to ruin this for me!”

  We’ve drawn other people’s attention and it won’t be long until security is called. “Roxy,” I warn, leaning my lips against her ear. “Don’t you dare cause a scene. Now, I want you to walk outside with me so we can talk. Two minutes.” “Why?” she shouts. “Why should I? Give me one good reason why?”

  My fingers squeeze into her side, and slide down to cup her ass. “Take a chance with me, Roxy. Please, you won’t regret it.”

  Roxy’s hands are pressed against my chest and she’s heaving hardly against me. The struggle is evident on her face but I see something desperate and hungry trying to come out. Begging to come out. Pulling her closer, I rest my lips right below her jaw and kiss. “Please,” I whisper against her, giving everything I have to get her to leave with me. Because I know she has to feel this pull.

  “Two minutes?” she whispers.

  I slowly nod against her neck. With a sigh, she turns and walks toward the front door. I walk closely behind her, praying Blake doesn’t see us leaving. The hot night air sends a sense of relief over me. Now to get the hell
out of dodge.

  As soon as we turn down the alley next to the club Roxanne stops and crosses her arms over her chest. “Okay, talk.”

  Shit. My mind shuts down while I stand there like an idiot staring at her. She lifts and eyebrow and taps her heel against the concrete. I so didn’t think the next part out. “I want you to come home with me,” I blurt out.

  Rage crosses her face. “You drove down to Texarkana to get me to go home with you? To have sex! You ruined my date for that?”

  Okay, new tactic. Stepping forward, I grab the edge of Roxanne’s shoulder. “It’s not exactly like that, no. I didn’t come here to get lucky, Roxy. I came here to get you away from Blake.”

  “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.