Playing For Forever: An Erotic Love Story (Playing For Keeps Book 3)

by J. C. Grant

  David tugged again.

  This time I didn't resist, leaning down and kissing him. He let go of my wrist and caught me behind the neck, holding me to him. When his tongue slipped into my mouth, I relaxed, giving in. He really kissed me then, his tongue stroking mine in aggressive, hungry licks. My clit throbbed so violently I was afraid the other men would see it through my jeans.

  He pulled away suddenly and asked, “You hungry?”

  “Yeah,” I whispered, dazedly, still only inches from his face.

  “Good.” He smirked, and his grip loosened, allowing me to stand up. “There's a party tonight I wanna take you to, okay?”

  Still lust-drunk, I breathed, “Okay.”

  *****

  I was standing in the bathroom getting ready for the party.

  “What was that about at lunch? With Fergus?” I asked, putting on my eyeliner as David watched, leaning casually in the doorway.

  Shortly after David's massage, all three of us went out to eat, where David told Fergus to take the rest of the weekend off, but Fergus hadn't looked too pleased about it.

  “He's afraid I'm gonna get in a fight. Thinks I'm more aggressive since I met you,” David answered dismissively as he drank his coffee.

  I paused, looking at him in the mirror. “Are you?”

  “I'm fine.”

  “David, did you ever get into fights before?” I asked cautiously. “Before Zach?”

  His eyes drifted up as he considered it. “No, but I've never been in love before, never had anyone to protect.” His gaze met mine then. “Are you scared of me?”

  “No,” I responded, incredulously.

  “Then it doesn’t matter.”

  There was something in his voice, something that niggled at the back of my mind, but I ignored it, not wanting to deal with any deep thoughts at the moment.

  “Wear the black dress I packed for you,” David directed before disappearing from the doorway.

  Forty minutes later, we were pulling up in front of a house. Music was pouring from it, as were scantily clad women.

  Fuck, I knew this was part of the scene; it was part of every scene that included high profile-men. I'd just hoped David wasn't interested in it.

  As soon as I climbed out of the Mercedes truck, David was next to me, gripping my hand.

  “You look gorgeous,” he murmured, before pressing a kiss to my lips.

  Walking up the long driveway, passing by several of those women, I felt overdressed.

  The black dress David had been referring to was actually a black romper, the top half was very fitted, while the bottom half was loose and flowy, hitting midthigh. I paired it with nude platform sandals, and kept my jewelry to a minimum, small diamond studs and my wedding rings.

  Still, it seemed too much for this crowd.

  Last time he's dressing me.

  Though, in all fairness, I hadn't challenged him. And based on his attire, I probably should've.

  He'd covered that perfectly honed body with a thin, white, V-neck tee, ripped fitted jeans, and those scuffed black boots. His tousled, dark brown tresses fell into his eyes, while those dark brows and dark scruff accentuated his sculpted face.

  His utter male perfection would never be lost on me.

  Entering the house, I was surprised. The interior was a strong contradiction to the traditional exterior. The house was modern with gray wood walls, white glossy floors, beige and red décor. The entire back wall of the house was open to what appeared to be an expansive backyard, if all the writhing bodies, splashing, and loud voices were any indication.

  David led me through the house, through the few guests still lingering inside, seemingly aware of where he was going, which concerned me even more.

  “David!” I heard a deep voice yell when we entered the brightly lit kitchen.

  David gave a half nod in greeting, pulling me forward. “Dwight, this is Austin. Austin, Dwight.”

  “Oh, wow." Dwight looked to David then back to me. “Nice to meet you,” he greeted, but made no attempt to shake my hand.

  “You too,” I responded automatically.

  For some reason, I got the distinct feeling Dwight wasn't happy to meet me.

  “Sarah... isn't here,” Dwight hedged.

  There was something obviously going on between David and Dwight, something Dwight didn't want to say in front of me.

  “Didn't figure she would be.”

  Dwight looked confused at first, but he recovered. “Make yourselves at home. All the usual suspects are here.”

  “Thanks, man.”

  Then David pulled me into the backyard. It was impressive, boasting a large pool, a mini golf course, and three separate fire pits surrounded by couches.

  It was a party house.

  And everyone was partying.

  David led me over to an empty couch at the far end, in the shadows and away from the craziness.

  “What was that about in there?” I asked as David pulled me down into his lap.

  He leaned in, his breath warming my ear as he spoke, “Look around.”

  Scanning the crowd, I recognized a few faces from earlier in the day. They were David’s teammates.

  “All of these guys are married or have girlfriends, except Noah. And none of their wives or girlfriends are here.”

  Distracted by his lips grazing my ear and the possessive hand moving up my thigh, it took a moment for the full weight of that statement to sink in through my lust haze.

  My stomach churned.

  It's that kind of party house.

  Looking over my shoulder, I met his gaze, and with a growing lump in my throat, I asked, “Why did you bring me here?”

  “Because I'm not gonna hide anything from you anymore.”

  Everything inside me stilled. Frozen with fear.

  He continued, “And no, I don't come to these. I haven't for years. I don't want any of this. I never have. I want you. I want what you give me—that's all I've ever wanted.”

  I didn't respond.

  “You are my life. The only reason I'm playing ball is to take care of you... I'd rather fight with you all fucking day, than be with anyone else,” he swore fiercely.

  His words rang true. Maybe because he'd said something similar to me so many times before. Maybe because he put up with every irrational, crazy emotion I had without a complaint.

  Whatever it was, something inside me shifted. Softening, relaxing. I leaned in, whispering against his stubbled cheek, “I love the fuck outta you.”

  He growled, his chest vibrating against my back as he squeezed me tight. “I love the fuck outta you.”

  We settled there in that dark corner, mostly keeping to ourselves, though David introduced me to anyone and everyone that approached us.

  Suddenly, he shifted me over. “I'm gonna get us something to drink. Don't go anywhere.”

  As he walked away, I drank in the sight of the thick muscles in his shoulders and back, shifting and moving under the almost sheer fabric. My gaze finally settled on his ass and thighs in those fitted jeans.

  My craving for him hadn't lessened; it'd only grown more violent. Being around David all the time, that crazy surge of chemicals telling me to fuck him was constant. There were times I couldn't think about anything else.

  Right now is no different.

  My pussy throbbed painfully in agreement.

  When David started back toward me, carrying our drinks, I noticed a tall thin blonde wearing a hot pink bikini top and short jean shorts; half of her ass was hanging out. I couldn't even be mad at her. She had the kind of ass that should be wearing those shorts; a small perfect little bubble butt.

  Something tightened in my chest as she changed directions, making a beeline for David.

  I knew I needed to get used to women shamelessly throwing themselves at him, flirting with him. I'd had it easy in LA. Fans almost never approached him, and women had stopped being aggressive with him in my presence.

  My breath caught in my throa
t as I watched cute Bubble Butt walk right up to him, trying to brush her breasts against him. Seamlessly he shifted, twisting his upper body and moving his arm behind him, smoothly dodging her attempt. It seemed an unconscious move on his part, natural, as if he did it all the time.

  With that little display of loyalty, my possessiveness grew stronger.

  He was mine.

  A sharp burst of warmth shot through me, my chest and cunt heating, feeling equally loved and turned on. Faithfulness was sexy as fuck.

  “I know that look, and you better have been lookin’ at me,” he growled as he leaned down, getting in my face as he set our drinks on the table.

  A happy thrill ran through me at his reaction, his jealousy.

  “Maybe,” I teased.

  “Mm-hmm,” he grumbled, sitting down next to me. Without warning, he picked me up, easily hauling me into his lap, positioning me between his legs.

  The material of his worn jeans and tee did nothing to stop his heat from seeping into me, comforting me, relaxing me.

  “Mmmm,” I purred, reclining back into his hard body, looking up at him. “You're so fucking hot.”

  A sexy smirk formed on his face as he wrapped his arms around me. “Mrs. Taylor—”

  “David,” someone called out, interrupting us.

  David's gaze slid to the side in annoyance. “Martinez.”

  “Taking my advice?”

  I tore my gaze away from David to see the man approaching. He paused midstride, before recovering and closing the distance between us.

  “Take your advice?” I asked, knowing it wasn't anything he wanted to tell me.

  “Oh... Yeah, about coming out.” His acting skills left a lot to be desired. “It's nice to meet you. I'm Martinez.”

  He didn't offer his hand and neither did I. I also noticed David made no attempt to introduce us, or to interact with him.

  “Nice to meet you.”

  David's hand slid up my inner thigh, making a point. Or just trying to make the guy uncomfortable. After another awkward moment, Martinez excused himself.

  “What was that about?” I asked once Martinez was gone.

  “Thinks I should be cheating on you.” Then he added, “Thinks you're cheating on me.”

  “Ah.” I couldn't really blame him then; he was just trying to look out for David.

  Kinda.

  “He's bitter. His wife cheats on him,” David whispered, leaning in, letting his lips trail over the tender flesh behind my ear.

  “Then give him a break.” My voice was soft, matching David’s tone, not wanting to break the mood. “He just wants company in his misery.”

  “Let's get back to what had you so turned on,” he purred.

  I shrugged, not wanting to admit it.

  “Please,” he rasped sweetly, his nose trailing up my neck, sending goose bumps racing over my flesh.

  He pulled back, his gaze meeting mine, pleading.

  My eyes rolled in embarrassment before I muttered, “The way you avoided touching that girl.”

  His eyebrow lifted as a small smile formed on his face. “Are you surprised by that?”

  Biting my bottom lip, I gave him a one-shoulder shrug.

  “I don't flirt with other women. I didn't even flirt before I met you,” he said soberly.

  My eyebrow lifted, giving him my “really” face.

  “Fuck me,” he breathed, slightly annoyed. At me or himself, I couldn't tell. “One time, and I was trying to make you jealous. It will never happen again. It was stupid and thoughtless.”

  “I don't want to talk about this right now.”

  “Well, I want you to fucking believe me. I want you to trust me. I want you to know that I wasn't flirting with those women at the bar—or anywhere else.”

  Technically, he hadn't flirted with the women at the grocery store...

  “This is just a huge adjustment, and it's scary—it scares me, you being gone so much,” I confessed, letting my hands roam over his thick biceps. “And it's nothing compared to when you're actually going to be away, away.”

  “No more secrets, like I said. Anything happens that might make you uncomfortable, I’ll tell you. You see anything you don't like, you tell me. A picture, video, I don't care what it is, you tell me.”

  “Deal,” I agreed easily, mostly because I just didn't want talk about it anymore. I wanted to focus on his body.

  He was almost wrapped around me, his hands moving restlessly over my hips and thighs, his cock hardening underneath me.

  I didn’t know how long we’d been sitting there, enjoying the feel of our bodies pressed together, when I finally noticed several girls starting to lose their clothes.

  That's what I thought; it's that kind of party.

  Glancing at David, I found him watching his hands, sliding up the inside of my thigh. Higher. And higher.

  “David.” Once I had his attention, I nodded toward the pool, toward the topless girls.

  “Don't even fucking think about it,” he warned. “Your top is staying on.”

  That had never crossed my mind, but since he brought it up...

  “Really? Because we fuck in public, and you're at a party where there's half-naked girls everywhere,” I challenged.

  “I don't leave your tits hanging out or pussy exposed for everyone to see—and I don't come to these parties,” he defended fiercely.

  I smirked, giving him a side-eyed glare, saying I can do whatever I want.

  “Austin,” he warned.

  Still giving him a mischievous look, I hooked my leg over his, spreading my legs wide. Grabbing his hand, I directed it higher, under my shorts and to my bare sex.

  “Why don't you just worry about that, Mr. Taylor,” I breathed.

  “Yes, ma'am.” His warm fingertips played over my seam in short strokes, teasing everywhere but where I needed it most.

  I squirmed.

  He chuckled, a happy, pleased sound.

  I heard a splash and a high-pitched shriek over the music. My gaze sought out the noise, finding Dwight in the pool with the cute Bubble Butt girl. She was topless, and Dwight was helping relieve her of her bottoms.

  Lovely, I get to watch this guy cheat.

  Inexplicably, my clit throbbed. Something about it turned me on, as I watched him artlessly impale her. They were both clearly drunk, him more than her, it seemed, as he thrust clumsily into her.

  Movement off to the side of the pool caught my eye. It took a second for me to realize what I was looking at. One of the topless girls was sucking Martinez off, while he sat on the edge of the pool, making out with another girl.

  It was surreal. I’d seen some crazy stuff living in LA, hanging out with the people I did, but nothing like what I was seeing at that moment. I felt a twinge of panic, worried it might turn into an orgy.

  I gasped when David’s slick fingers slipped over my swollen clit.

  “You like watching?” His rumbled words startled me, tearing my gaze away from the scene.

  “I don’t know,” I answered honestly. “Maybe?”

  We couldn't see much. We were quite a bit away, and they were in the water.

  David’s left hand came up, cupping my breast, squeezing.

  I gasped as my eyes closed and my head fell back against his thick shoulder. “That’s good.”

  My body was so sensitive. I’d been aroused since his little display of loyalty, and it hadn’t dissipated. Just thinking about it made my pussy pulse, as if chanting his name.

  “David,” I muttered, through labored breaths.

  “What do you need?” he purred, tauntingly, his lips moving against my cheek, his scruff scratching deliciously. Before I could form an answer, his fingers slid back, teasing my opening.

  A low moan poured from me as my channel clenched, trying to grip his fingertips. “More.”

  He complied, pushing in an inch as his other hand kneaded my breast, thumbing my nipple lazily.

  Strings of pleasure shot through me, but it
wasn’t enough. I felt like I would burst if I didn’t get more.

  “Fuck me,” I murmured, frantically trying to work his fingers deeper.

  “Not here,” he rasped. “Not in front of these assholes.”

  The rejection triggered something in me. Making me feel possessive. I wanted to dominate David. I wanted to claim him, let all these groupies know he was mine.

  I looked up at him, meeting his eyes. “It’s mine,” I declared. “Whenever, wherever.”

  “Yes,” he breathed, his gaze turning heavy lidded.

  His teasing fingers slid free of me as I stood, turning around, straddling his lap on my knees.

  “You’re mine.” I started unbuckling his belt, and he quickly took over, getting his cock out in record time.

  “Fuck yeah, I am,” he swore through his labored breath, holding his brutal length out for me.

  Bracing a hand on his shoulder, I pulled the material out of the way and carefully lowered down, taking the tip into me.

  “Oh, yeah,” I sighed, bone-deep relief coursing through me as the wide head stretched me open.

  “Fuck, sweet girl,” he growled, thrusting up slightly.

  I held his heated gaze as I sank down slowly, cataloging his reactions.

  “You’re mine,” I gritted, struggling to not moan as my ass met his thighs.

  “Oh, yeah. Fuck, yeah, sweetheart,” he agreed eagerly, his husky voice sounding almost desperate.

  I ground down, working my clit against his hard abs.

  He gripped my ass in one hand, the other going to my breast, needy, hungry, squeezing, making my nub swell. After a moment, I realized he was making sure my shorts were covering us.

  “We good?” I muttered against his lips.

  “Yeah, we’re good.” But his hand stayed on my ass, kneading my flesh, matching the one on my breast.

  My hands slid up his neck, tangling into his hair as I rode him. Slow and easy. Back and forth. Rubbing my clit with each shift of my hips. My gaze trailed over his face, taking in his perfection—his strong jaw, his dark stubble, his soulful brown eyes, and his softly sculpted lips. His lips were parted, his eyes half-lidded, watching me intently. The pleasure building was blinding, as was my need to possess him.