Play Hard (The Devil's Share Book 5)

by Maxa,L. P.

  “Pix. Are you okay?”

  I nodded my head, wringing my hands together. “Yeah. Fine.” I knew Bryan said to own my crazy, but I was seconds away from starting to rock back and forth. I hated to fly, I always semi lost it on the plane. But this was ridiculous. This reaction had to be a culmination of everything that was happening. My dad, Luke, lying, my crush…

  Luke squeezed my thigh. “Harlow? Baby, tell me what to do—”

  “You know, I can probably get you a prescription for some anxiety meds.” Dylan was studying me from the other end of the table. “Have you ever tried those when you fly?”

  “I have a weird reaction to those kinds of pills. I get super loopy. And since I usually fly alone, it just never seemed that safe.” Oh here it comes. I started to rock.

  Luke stood and scooted his chair back. He took me by the hand, helping me up. “We’ll be right back.” I let him lead me away from the table, not that I really seemed to have a choice. His grip on my arm was like a steel trap. I didn’t know where we were going. I was hoping it was somewhere with fresh air and a quiet corner I could effectively lose my marbles in.

  He turned down a dimly lit hallway and then whirled me around and slammed my back against a wall. Before I could even register what was happening his mouth was on mine. His tongue stroking mine, one hand on my face, the other climbing the inside of my thigh. I let my head fall back, prompting him to place kisses down the column of my neck. He spoke, his breath soft on my skin. “That better, baby?”

  I nodded. “Good distraction tactic. Always feel free to distract me this way, please.” Maybe I could just get a prescription for Luke. He could keep his mouth on my body during all flights.

  “I didn’t mean to upset you, to make the anxiety worse. I was only trying to help. I promise.”

  I gripped his shaggy blond hair in my hands. “I know. It’s fine. I’m fine. I think these past few days have just been a little much and everything sort of hit at once.” I scratched my nails up his back. “You touching me under the table was a nice little diversion though.”

  Both of us were whispering to the other, hands and mouths searching for skin to caress. He rubbed his thumbs over my nipples. Even through the material of my bra and dress, they still peaked. “You tasted so good on my fingers, baby.”

  I whimpered and I hiked my leg up his hip. I wanted his hard cock against my aching center. It’d been too long since he touched me like this. I’d never had sex with this man, we’d only ever kissed and played. But, my God, I wanted him. I wanted him unlike I’d ever wanted anyone else, ever. I tried to push it away. I tried to keep him at arm’s length. But I was done. All self-preservation had flown out the window the second my back had hit this wall. Consequences be damned. “Luke.” His name came out on a moan.

  He picked his head up, squeezing my bare ass cheeks in his hands. His smile was cocky. “Harlow?”

  I threaded my fingers through his hair and stood on my toes, biting his lower lip. “Let’s get out of here.”

  His eyes searched my face. “Really? Why? Where do you want to go?” He seemed wary, guarded.

  I put my mouth next to his ear, my tongue darting out to lick his lobe. “I want you to take me back to our room. I want you to take me to our bed. And then I want you inside of me.” I arched my back, rubbing myself against him.

  He pulled back and narrowed his eyes. “Which part of me? Because certain parts of me are feeling really neg—”

  I palmed his rigid cock.

  “Thank God.” He pushed into me until there was no space separating our bodies. He captured my mouth once again, kissing me deep and hard. He fisted my hair in one hand and my thigh in the other. I couldn’t quiet my moans; my body was on fire for this man. I had been burning for him since that first kiss and—

  “Whoa. Finally got a good view and Dash was right. You have killer legs, Lo.”

  Luke rested his head on my chest, panting. “Really, dude? Can’t we get a little privacy?”

  Jacks’ gaze darted around. “You’re in the hallway leading to the bathroom. You know that, right? Dozens of people have probably walked past you two in the last five minutes.” He was looking at us like we’d lost our minds. A woman came out the restroom and squeezed past, shooting us an annoyed expression. He leaned forward dropping his voice so only we could hear. “Is that your thing, man? An audience? I know I play it all aloof and cool, but I’m really dying to know. What are you into?”

  He’d asked him that before, a couple of times. Was Luke into some kink? Would it change my mind if he was? I thought about that for a second.

  Luke started to respond, and I quickly covered his mouth with my hand, my mind made up. “Don’t ruin the surprise.” He wrapped an arm around my neck, whispering dirty promises in my ear. I winked at Jacks as we walked away.

  Chapter Twenty-six

  Lexi

  Jacks came back and sat down at the table, politely placing his napkin in his lap. “I think Luke and Harlow have left for the evening.”

  I started to panic. Were they fighting? Had I pushed too hard today, gone too far? “Did they seem okay? Was Lo pissed about the plane stuff? The leg comments? Did we lose her?”

  Dash put his hand on my leg. “Kitten, I’m sure they’re fine.”

  Jacks looked over at Landry to make sure she wasn’t listening. “They were basically fucking up against a wall. I think he was messing with her under the table too.”

  Smith leaned close to Jacks and whispered, “Yeah? Good for Luke.”

  Bryan pointed to their plates. “They weren’t even done eating.”

  Jacks pursed his lips, speaking louder this time. “I think Luke is probably planning on grabbing dessert at the hotel, if you know what I mean.”

  I relaxed back in my chair. Okay, so he still wanted her body, we were still in the game. I mean, leaving a huge family dinner to go home and bang? That was the big leagues as far as I was concerned. These guys didn’t blow each other off, ever.

  Landry raised her hand. “Can I go with Uncle Luke and Lo and have dessert at the hotel too?”

  “No, Buttercup.” Jacks hid his laughter in his glass of water. “But if you want dessert, you can order it here. I think Uncle Luke left his credit card to pay for dinner.”

  Landry nodded wisely. “Must have been to make up for leaving the table without finishing his vegetables.”

  Smith signaled our waiter. “Can we get a bottle of the Jack Daniels Sinatra, please?” He pointed at Landry. “And a dessert menu for my niece.”

  I shook my head, looking between Jacks and Smith. “Did you just order a five-hundred-dollar bottle of whiskey? Really?”

  Dash winked. “Good thing Smith spoke up first because the bottle I was going to suggest is closer to three grand.”

  Chapter Twenty-seven

  Luke

  After Harlow had all but made me come in my pants like a horny teenager, I’d left my credit card information and instructions to pay the whole bill then climbed into a waiting town car. We didn’t bother telling anyone good-bye. I was sure Jacks would fill them in. It may have been rude, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I’d wanted Lo since the moment I saw her. Her crazy ass was intoxicating.

  A big part of me was afraid to believe this was actually happening. “Before I get my hopes up too high. I just need to know, what made you change your mind? Was it because I told you I liked you?”

  She shook her head. “I’m not sixteen, Luke. I’m saying yes now because I want to, because I want you.”

  I took her hand in mine. “I don’t want to hurt you, Lo. I want to be whole for you. Be good for you.” That was the fucking truth. Yeah, this was moving fast, but I’d been wishing I could be right for her for the past three days. And I hadn’t wanted that in a really long time—if ever.

  Harlow let out a big sigh. “Stop doing things for other people, kid. Be whole for you. Be good for you. I’m here. I like you, even with your broken heart. It’s part of you. I’m not asking
you to dismiss it. No one is.”

  She was everything Jacks said we needed. She was perfect for me. Apparently I was surrounded by crazy people who saw the world a hell of a lot clearer than I did. “You’re amazing.”

  With a small smile, she shrugged. “I know.”

  I chuckled. “I’m glad you acted like a complete psycho on that plane.”

  “Me too.”

  I’d tasted her lips, her skin, her pussy. But I needed more. What she’d given me wasn’t enough. I’d agreed to her no-sex rule because I’d understood where she was coming from. Hell, I’d agreed. I never wanted to hurt her. I never wanted my sadness to dull her light. But now I couldn’t deny I had feelings for her, real feelings, and I couldn’t stay away.

  We rode in comfortable silence the rest of the way to the hotel, her head resting on my shoulder and my hand on her inner thigh. When the car finally pulled to the curb, I basically dragged her inside and through the lobby.

  “Is the elevator fucking broken?” I reached out and pushed the button ten more times in rapid succession.

  Harlow snorted. “You know pushing it more than once doesn’t actually make it move any faster, right?”

  I wrapped my arms around her neck, drawing her closer. “I have waited days to get inside that tight body of yours. I’m seconds away from throwing you over my shoulder and taking the stairs.” I looked around the empty corridor, searching for the exit.

  There was a ding and the elevator doors finally opened. Lo grabbed my shirt and pulled me into the car. “I made you wait days? You poor baby.” She shoved me to the other side of the small space and then backed herself against the wall. She was biting her lip, smiling.

  I wanted to bite that lip. I wanted to leave my mark on her. “I am a rock star. Days without sex to us is like months for a mortal man.”

  She threw her head back laughing. When we reached our floor, I made a move toward her and she held out her hands. “No, sir. You stay on your side of the hall and I’ll stay on mine.” She wagged her finger. “We don’t need to put on any more shows tonight.” She stopped walking. “Wait. Is that what you’re into?”

  I shook my head. “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see.” I faked left then quickly scooped her up in my arms and sprinted toward our door. The sound of her laughter went straight to my heart. I liked that I was the one making her face light up, making her giggle so hard she was holding her side. I wanted her to want me, no doubt. But I also just wanted her to like me. I wanted her to think I was worth the effort, worth waiting for. I wanted her to want to be next to me. And that was something I hadn’t bothered to strive for with anyone I’d ever dated. I hadn’t needed to. I’d always had my love for Lexi in the back of my mind, and she’d always been happy to be by my side. Now, everything had changed.

  I strode into the room and set her down on her feet. We stood there, facing each other. At first we were both still laughing, smiling. And as the tension grew, the humor faded. “You look so sexy tonight, Pixie.”

  Her eyes traveled up and down my body. “So do you.”

  I’d held her before. I’d made her come more than once. But this was going to be so much more. I reached down and took the hem of her dress in my hands, lifting it up and over her head. I kneeled down to the floor, helping her out of her shoes.

  My god, she was stunning. Her matching pale pink lingerie had my dick twitching, but it would only be in my way so I stood and removed it too.

  Her long silky blonde hair was hanging down her back in loose waves. Her lips were parted and her blue eyes were hooded. She stepped closer to me, slowly unbuttoning my shirt and then pushing it off my torso. She unhooked my pants and they fell to the floor. I toed off my boots and put my hands on her hips, walking her backward until her legs hit the bed. “I am going to make you feel so good, baby.”

  I kissed her mouth, her neck, her chest. I got down on my knees and rained kisses on her hips and thighs. I took her calf in my hand and placed her foot on the end of the bed, exposing her to me. I needed her pliant, I needed her to be willing and ready. I slid two fingers inside her tight pussy and moved my tongue against her clit.

  “Oh god, Luke.” Her hands went to my hair.

  I looked up at her. “Tighter.” She wanted to know what I was into, I’d show her.

  She seemed confused at first, but then tightened her grip. Almost to the point of pain, just the way I liked it. I moaned against her core. I used my mouth and my fingers, stretching her, working her up. She was rocking into me, rubbing herself on my face, seeking her release. I pumped in and out, faster, harder. And when I curled my fingers she came so hard her legs buckled and I had to catch her in my arms.

  I laid her out on the bed, admiring her naked form. “You okay, Pix?”

  She opened one eye. “Legit. I saw stars.”

  I grinned. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, baby.”

  She yawned and waved her hand in my direction. “Nah. I’m good. I’ll return the favor in the morning.” She rolled over onto her stomach and assumed her sexy-as-hell sleeping position.

  I reached across the bed and smacked her bare ass, lightly, making a popping sound. “You better be fucking joking.” I grabbed her hips and moved her onto her back. She chuckled, and after I removed my briefs I climbed up the bed, lying between her legs. “I want you so damn bad, Harlow.”

  “Tell me how you want it, tell me how you like it.” She didn’t look scared, just curious.

  It’s not like I was all that different from most guys. I knew my bandmates. I’d heard them and I’d heard the groupies they’d screwed. They were all dirty, all hard, and unrelenting. “I like a little pain with my pleasure.”

  Her eyes narrowed slightly. “You want to hurt me?”

  I shook my head. “No. I’d never hurt you. Ever. I’d never do anything to you that you didn’t want me to. That you don’t ask of me.” I hovered over her, kissing the tip of her nose.

  “You want me to hurt you?”

  I grinned. “I mean, I don’t want you to kick my ass or anything. I just like it rough.” I did like the pain. I liked the shock waves it shot to my dick. I loved riding the edge. And this was why fucking my exes was easy, because they knew my line and I knew theirs. “But I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. Okay? All I need is you.”

  Harlow sweetly put her hand on my cheek then moved it to my hair. She yanked my head back and bit my chest at the same time. I couldn’t help the groan that came out of my mouth or the way my body involuntarily moved against hers. “Like that?”

  “Yes. Fuck, Pix, just like that.” I was pretty sure I’d wear the bruise of her bite for the next week. She spread her legs wider and dug her nails into the globes of my ass. I felt her pierce the skin. “Good girl.”

  She curved up, taking my earlobe into her teeth, then flicked it with her tongue to take the sting away. With every sting of pain she inflicted, my dick thrust against her. She was so wet I was sliding between her folds. One wrong move and I’d be inside her. I got up on my hands and knees, reaching over to the nightstand for a condom. I quickly put it on and positioned myself at her entrance.

  “Tell me you want this.”

  She met my gaze, head on. “I want this.”

  “You want me.”

  She nodded, raking her nails down my spine. “I want you, Luke.” She arched her back rubbing against me once more. “Please, I need—”

  There was nothing hotter than a gorgeous woman lying underneath you, soaking wet, and begging for your dick. I surged forward, burying myself to the hilt, as far as I could go.

  “Fuck, Luke, yes.” I smiled to myself. Of course she liked it hard, because she was perfect. A few days ago I would’ve bet the farm she acted and lied her way through everything. Now I knew better. There was no faking what was going on here. This was as real as it got.

  I stared down at her, watching. I wanted to see what she would do. If she would take charge. I didn’t move one muscle. It was fucki
ng torture, painful.

  After about a minute she started to wiggle her tight little ass. I pulled almost all the way out and slid back in, inch by inch. She was so snug, such a perfect fit. I did it again, over and over. Slow and smooth, drawing out her moans and whimpers. She was meeting me, thrust for thrust. She wanted it harder; she wanted it faster. But she wasn’t doing anything about it. I leaned down and spoke next to her ear. “I can do this all night long, Pix.” I grabbed her ass and slammed home once. “Or you can make me fuck you.”

  She scratched nails down my back and put her hands on my ass, pushing me inside her. Hard. She held me there and moved against me. “Oh god.” I pulled out again and she growled in frustration. She knew what I wanted and she was fine with giving it to me. She just wasn’t used to it. She fisted my hair in her hand and jerked my head back and then clamped down on my neck with her straight white teeth. “Fuck. Me.”

  I came all the way out and then hammered back in. “That’s my girl.” I did it over and over. She moved up the bed with each thrust, screaming my name and clawing my chest. She gave me what I needed and I gave her what she wanted. I knew I’d wear her marks all over my body tomorrow. Every time I felt or saw a scratch or a bruise or a bite mark, my dick would get harder. And I’d fuck her again. Because I could. Because she was well on her way to being mine. She was no longer a distraction; she was my focus.

  “You feel so fucking good, baby.” I rolled her nipple between my finger and thumb, pinching slightly to see how she’d react.

  “Oh god, Luke…yes…” I did it again, harder. And all at once she screamed my name and shattered around me.

  She was milking my dick so damn hard, but I needed more. I was about to ask for it too, but then she bit down on my shoulder so deep I was pretty sure she drew blood.

  I came so violently I blacked out.

  Chapter Twenty-eight

  Harlow

  “Luke?” He’d been lying on top of me for several seconds, unmoving. I smacked his muscular round ass cheek. “Luke.” I said it firmer this time. He was starting to scare me.