Get Wilde (A Checkmate Inc. Novel Book 3)

by Shelly Alexander

  It’s not a question so I don’t even try to deny it. “Damn straight. You want a guy who can deliver different flavors and the excitement of never knowing how far each flavor will make you soar.”

  “Boring guys will be less likely to hurt me,” she murmurs against my lips, her hands sliding up my arms to hook around my neck.

  “Andre was vanilla ice cream in bed. Boring. And he still hurt you. You deserve a nice guy, but also adventure. Excitement.” I take her mouth in a punishing kiss. “Mind-blowing sex.”

  She slants her mouth to mine and moans on my last two words.

  I swallow it and search out her tongue with mine.

  She fists the front of my dress shirt and tugs me toward her. “Then give me all of those things.” She bites my bottom lip and keeps moving backwards until we’re up against the wall.

  “Red,” I whisper. “I’m not the kind of guy you need.”

  Her hand cups my hard-on and she squeezes. “You’re exactly the kind of guy I need right now.”

  My dick swells even more as her agile fingers move, cup, massage my prick into pure granite.

  “Every time you touch me, even sometimes when you just look at me.” Her voice is desperate between kisses. “It’s like a promise of exquisite pleasure.” Another hot, wet kiss. “A promise of sex so good it would warp time and make the Earth stop spinning.” She goes for my belt buckle, and the sexual energy between us starts to hum and vibrate like the taut strings of a piano being played by a master. “A promise of an orgasm so fierce and strong that it would eclipse any other I’ve ever experienced.”

  I growl. This girl has me completely undone.

  I frame her face in my hands, give her a deep lingering kiss, and enjoy the moment. This moment where we’re lost in the anticipation and thrill of what’s about to happen.

  She frees my shirt, and her palms coast up my abs.

  Delicious heat glides through me, and I rock my hips into her, pressing her harder against the wall.

  She moans into my mouth at the contact, the friction, the pure raw sensation of my dick thrusting against her pussy. One of her legs circles mine, and I run a hand up her bare thigh, under her dress, and play with the line of her panties.

  We should hurry. Better yet, I should back away completely and stop this foolishness. But I just fucking can’t. Red is in my arms, hot and ready, and I can’t walk away now. I can’t rush either. I want to savor the moment, burn every second of it into my memory for all time, since it’s the only night I’ve got with her. The only night I’ll ever get to fuck her.

  Something shifts in my chest and rises until it’s stuck in my throat. The hint of emotion I’ve kept locked away is like a mist trying to solidify before my eyes. The edges are frayed and damaged, and I try to push them out of my mind and concentrate on what I’m feeling in the moment.

  I can’t have Red beyond tonight.

  So I’m going to make it count. I’m going to make sure she has the most exciting mind-blowing sexual adventure before we walk out of this room. Then it’ll be over.

  My hand traces her panty line around the cheek of her ass. I slip my fingers inside from behind and find her already wet and ready. I swallow her muffled scream when I slide two fingers along her slick, hot entrance.

  I move to her ear and whisper, “Fucking you right here against the wall excites me more than anything else I’ve ever known. Is that what you want, Red? Do you want me to fuck you?”

  A shudder ripples through her. “Yes. Please do.”

  I chuckle, and my cock strains against my zipper. Red begging me to fuck her is the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever heard.

  “Good, because I’ve never wanted anything more in my fucking life.” I nip and bite down her throat. Then I slide two fingers over her slick pussy again, circling once I reach her clit.

  “Ah, Ethan.” Red lets her head fall back and it thumps against the wall.

  My mouth is as dry as her pussy is wet. She’s soaking with desire, and I plan to fuck her deep and hard until she explodes around me like fireworks.

  It’s a good plan. Until she drops to her knees, unzips my pants, and lowers my boxer briefs.

  “Shit, Red,” I hiss out.

  “You like pretzels, right?” She feathers soft, sexy kisses along the crease of my hip.

  I forget to breathe.

  “Well, I love sucking and licking lollipops.” She lets her lips graze my throbbing cock as she shifts to the other side and trails more kisses along the other crease where my hip, leg and groin connect.

  My hips thrust toward her involuntarily. It’s like everything below my waist has developed a mind of its own and I’m no longer in control.

  She runs her tongue along that same crease, and I curse under my breath. Need vibrates through me. “I want that beautiful mouth of yours on my cock,” I grunt out and sink one set of fingers into her hair. I use the other to brace myself against the wall.

  Without warning, she takes me fully into her mouth. And that’s saying something because I’m what most women would call well-endowed in every way—big, thick, long.

  “Christ, Red.” I’m gritting my teeth now. Time slows, and I can barely remember my own name. “Your mouth feels like heaven.”

  She doesn’t just release my cock and take it in again. She really does suck it like a lollipop. Deep, hard, lots of tongue, and lots of suction. My hips rock into her mouth, and I look down to watch my dick slide in and out between those beautiful lips. It’s like one of my fucking fantasies. Way better, actually, because it’s the real thing.

  Sexy sounds escape from somewhere in the back of her throat with every bob of her head, every swipe of her tongue, like she’s getting just as turned on from sucking my dick as I am.

  If we were anywhere else where we had more time, I’d love to come in her mouth. She’s such a damn turn on that I’d get hard again before she was finished swallowing me, and I’d ride her to one, two, ten orgasms before the night was over.

  But we’re in a storage room with a bar full of people just down the hall. I’ve only got this one chance to pleasure her, and there’s no way I’m going to let it be forgettable. No way will she ever put me in a class with Ordinary Andre when she’s talking sex with her BFF over Appletinis.

  Even though it’ll be just this once, I’ll make sure it’s the best she’s ever had before it’s over and we walk out of this room.

  So why do I feel like this one time with this girl, this fiery redhead is going to change my life forever?

  Chapter Fourteen

  Red’s mouth on my cock is the best damn thing I’ve ever felt. Nothing else compares. I don’t want to stop her, but I have to. Since it’ll be our one and only time together, I don’t want it to be all about me. I want her to enjoy it, too.

  I want her to more than enjoy it.

  I want it to be the fuck she never forgets.

  I pull her to her feet, my dick throbbing. My fingers find the hem of her dress and I’ve got it up around her waist and tugging her panties off quicker than I can say, “I love pretzels.” I don’t drop the sheer black swatch of fabric to the floor. Instead, I shove them in my pants pocket.

  Her mouth is swollen from sucking my dick, and I plant a smoldering kiss right where my cock was. My heart is knocking against my chest, and I don’t know what to make of it. Maybe I don’t want to make anything at all of it, except that this is going to be one epic fuck.

  I reach into my back pocket, pull out my wallet, and retrieve a foil square. I’ve got it opened and rolled on while she’s exploring my abs with her magnificent hands. I slide both hands around to cup her ass. Her flesh is soft and sensual, and my fingers flex into her.

  She squeaks when I lift her against the wall, and those strong legs that made her a world-class gymnast once upon a time close around my waist like a vise.

  Like I said, if we were somewhere else, I’d have her at least twice, then go down on her until she came again. Then I’d let her blow me, before
I fucked her beautiful tits as the finale. But that’s not going to happen, so I’m trying to savor the moment to give us both something special to remember.

  “Fuck me, Ethan,” she pants out, and sinks her teeth into my neck.

  My swollen tip is at her hot, wet entrance, but I hesitate. “Red, you should know that I have a rule. I’m never with a woman more than one night.” I expect her to tell me to fuck off. Demand her panties back. Storm out.

  And I’d deserve it.

  Instead, she says, “If we’ve got the whole night, then after this meet and greet is over we can pick up where we left off. I’ll show you a few of my pretzel tricks…naked.” She suckles my neck.

  I slide into her to the hilt, and she gasps, arching into me. The pressure, the friction, the heat of her tight pussy causes a sensation I can’t even describe to bolt through me.

  “Goddamn that’s good.” My voice is hoarse with need, and I’m unable to move.

  “Yes.” Her hands roam up my back, her nails scraping over my skin and leaving a trail of fire.

  I pull out and fill her again, and the fit is so damn perfect that we both sigh. She’s tight around my prick and fits me like a glove.

  Suddenly, I can’t stop. Can’t go slow. Can’t draw the moment out. My hips pick up speed, and she rocks into me with each thrust. I pound into her hard and fast, covering her cries of pleasure with fevered, desperate kisses.

  The pitch of her whimpers rise, and they come faster and closer together so that I know she’s close. My hands grip her ass tighter, and I shift the direction of my hips, grinding into her. Reaching the deepest, most intimate part of her.

  She comes apart. Completely fucking apart. And it’s the most erotic, sensual thing I’ve ever experienced. No other woman has come close. My heart pounds like a drum as I find my own explosive release and ride it like a wave.

  When both of our orgasms subside, I don’t pull out of her. There’s something about the connection I have with Red, both physical and…fuck, I don’t even know how to put it into words. I just don’t want that connection broken. Don’t want it to end. So I lean my forehead against hers. Our breaths come fast and heavy, and it takes a few minutes for our breathing to slow.

  I start to swell inside of her again.

  “Ethan, we should join the party. It’ll be a little noticeable if the two coaches don’t show.”

  Too bad because I’d like nothing more than to slip out the back with Red and take her to my place.

  I nod and ease her to the floor. I find a trashcan in the back corner and a package of cocktail napkins so we can clean up. How apropos. There’s something about the word cock and tail when put together that does it for me.

  Must be a guy thing.

  We start to straighten our clothes. “Want your panties back?” I ask with a smile, and pull them from my pocket.

  She returns that smile in spades. “Keep them. Consider them a souvenir. And a reminder of what you’ll be missing after our one night together is over.”

  I doubt I’ll need the panties to remember what it was like fucking Red. Every moment, every millisecond since I met her is burned into my memory.

  When we’re both composed and ready, Red reaches for the doorknob. I circle her arm with my fingers and pull her into another kiss. “My place isn’t that far.” I bite her bottom lip. “After this shindig is over, you’re mine for the rest of the night.”

  She threads five fingers into my hair and kisses me back. “You can count on it.” Another brush of her lips across mine has my skin tingling all over again. “And, Ethan…” She smiles up at me and it’s naughty, and wicked, and oh so tempting. “Please button your shirt all the way up. I left teeth marks on your neck.” She winks. “If my team knows I’ve been…” She taps her chin like she’s thinking. “…Getting Wilde in the storage room, they won’t take me seriously.”

  I try to pull her back into my arms, but she steps out of reach, opening the door. “Maybe I need to teach you a few more lessons alone before you start coaching your team.” A few dirty things spiral through my mind.

  She walks backward through the door, twisting a lock of auburn hair around a long, slender finger. “Maybe later you can spank me. We do have the whole night, right?”

  Jesus. I grind my teeth into dust because I know once we get to my place I won’t want this night to end.

  Chapter Fifteen

  I button my shirt all the way to the top to hide the marks Red left on my neck and run fingers through my hair as I walk out into the hall. The music is blaring. This time it’s not AC/DC like at the gym. A more current tune is playing—Cake By The Ocean—and it’s much louder than when we first went into the storage room.

  My eyes slide shut, because…well, been there and done that. Not hard to figure out why Chase cranked up the music.

  Red keeps walking up the hall, and I lengthen my strides to catch up. She steps into the cavernous bar before I reach her. It has filled up with our team members while we were getting busy in the storage room.

  It’s show time.

  I shoot a look at Chase, who lifts both brows at me while upending a bottle of whiskey to mix a drink. I shrug, because what the hell else can I do?

  Noelle has both elbows on the bar and she’s talking to Chase, who nods. He’s sporting a look I’ve never seen on his face.

  Huh. No idea what that’s about, but I’ll get the deets from him later.

  Red comes to a stop in the center of the room, like she’s got a sudden case of stage fright.

  I walk up and stand next to her. “It’ll be fine. Just be your badass self and you’ll be golden.”

  She looks up at me, a shaky smile on her lips. “Thank you,” she mouths.

  I swallow hard, watching her lips move and form into a delicious looking O. Amazing how that one little letter wields so much power. I’m so entranced by her mouth I can’t tell if the music faded in my mind or if Chase actually turned it down to a normal volume.

  Zach and Sean ascend on us.

  “Hey, you two. We were beginning to think you weren’t going to show,” Sean jokes. “Chase said you were having a meeting in the back room. I was afraid you decided to bail and skipped out the back door.”

  The thought did occur to me.

  Zach shakes both of our hands. “Ready?” he asks Red.

  She nods and smiles. It’s bright and convincing, but I know better.

  She’s scared as hell. She doesn’t show it though. Great competitors and good coaches never do because fear is contagious.

  “Hey, listen.” Zach drops his voice so only I can hear while Sean distracts Red.

  I know they’re up to something, so I plunge both hands into my pockets, and one hand closes around a lacy pair of panties. Swear to God, I get an instant hard-on. While I’m talking to a dude. And we’re both straight.

  Fuck.

  Wrinkly guys in the sauna. Wrinkly guys in the sauna.

  Does absolutely no good.

  I release the panties and cough behind my hand. “Yeah, what’s up?” I ask Zach.

  “We thought it was a good idea to invite some of the sponsors, too. Good press, good vibes for everyone, which is something we need right now.”

  I glance around the room. I recognize the team members who are milling around with drinks and chatting with each other. There are also a lot of people here I don’t recognize. I assumed they were regular patrons not associated with the event, but then my gaze lands on the three Checkmate Inc. partners at the far end of the room. Leo Foxx and Dex Moore are with their fiancées. Oz is standing with them stiff as a board, looking awkward like a fifth wheel.

  Sean has pulled Red away and is introducing her to a mid-forties couple who must be one of the new sponsors.

  “So, have you worked out the details of the coaches challenge yet?” Zach asks.

  “I’m trying to get a phone number for Hulk Hogan,” I smart off. “I’m sure he can offer pointers on how to stage this so it looks real.”
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br />   Sean gives me a don’t fuck this up for all of us look.

  “Working on it.” It’s all I can think to say. No idea how I’m going to pull this one off.

  “Okay, well, let me know how I can help.” He slaps me on the back and calls the bar to attention. Adeline and Sean rejoin us as Zach gives a spiel about the unfortunate injury that ended the last coach’s involvement in the Weekend Warrior event, but it’s provided an incredible opportunity to bring Adeline McAllister on board. He talks about Adeline’s history as a world-class gymnast and quickly gleans over her career as a yoga instructor before bouncing back to gymnastics and how her expertise and experience with agility training will benefit her team.

  He’s all smooth talking public relations as he goes on about what she’s bringing to the competition.

  All I can think of is how she felt with me buried so deep inside of her. Forget seeing stars. We both rocketed to the moon.

  Zach, Sean, Red, and I are facing the crowd, while Zach puts enough spin on the unexpected turn of events that brought us here that it starts to sound like a divine miracle.

  I should be reading the teams’ expressions. Gauging their reactions to this news, but their faces are blurred. All I see is Red. Her head thrown back, lips parted, my name a soft moan slipping through them as her pussy clenches around me and pulls me over the edge, too.

  “Ethan’s been working with Adeline for the past few days, and he has complete confidence in her,” Zach says with a Hollywood-worthy smile and a I’m spinning this like a fucking ace tone. “Why don’t you say a few words to formally introduce our person of the hour?”

  I’m like a deer caught in the fucking headlights because I’m thinking of Red in the middle of a window-shattering orgasm.

  “Uh.” I cough, clear my throat, and shove my hand back in my pocket. Where it fists around soft, sexy lace.

  Goddammit.

  When I don’t speak up on her behalf, Red’s gaze slowly slides to me. Her eyes are just as fiery as her hair.

  I cough again. “Excuse me. I just had something in my throat.” Talk about a Freudian slip. Red kissed me so hard and deep that her tongue was practically down my throat, but I totally didn’t mean it to sound that way. “I mean…”