by Paige Tyler
Kate’s next swing sent her ball rolling across the grass and into the side of the hoop hard enough to nearly knock the metal wicket down. She caught her lower lip between her teeth and gave him an embarrassed look.
“Ooops,” she said.
Hurrying over to the metal hoop, she bent over to straighten it, giving him a sexy shot of leg as she did. She took her time getting the wicket perfectly set and as he watched her gorgeous ass wiggle from side to side, he began to think she knocked over the hoop on purpose just to torture him. When she stood up a few moments later to give him a sultry smile over her shoulder, he decided he was right. Minx.
From that point on, any thought he and Kate might actually come from behind and win the game disappeared. Every time she smiled or laughed, his cock got hard all over again and his concentration went out the window, something that allowed Heather and her husband Eric to win easily. That was okay with Dawson. Flirting with a sexy woman like Kate was better than winning at croquet any day.
She smiled up at him as she put her mallet away. “You’re a very good teacher. I can now play croquet with confidence.”
He chuckled. “There are a lot of things I could teach you.”
She lifted a brow. “Oh really? Like what?”
Dawson was just about to lean close to whisper in her ear when Rachel appeared beside them. She gave him an apologetic look.
“Sorry to interrupt, but I need to borrow Kate for a minute,” she said. “Wedding stuff.”
The girl didn’t wait for a reply, but instead grabbed Kate’s arm and whisked her away and over to where the other women were standing.
“You can put your tongue back in now.”
At the sound of Bob’s voice, Dawson turned to see his friend standing beside him. He was so focused on Kate, he hadn’t heard the other man come over.
“What are you talking about?” he asked.
The other man laughed. “Come on. You’re practically drooling.”
Dawson opened his mouth to deny it, but then decided he’d only be wasting his time. He and Kate had probably been putting on quite a show during the croquet game. Anyone watching could tell there was something going on between them.
“You didn’t tell me Rachel’s maid of honor was so beautiful,” Dawson said.
Bob shrugged. “She was going out with someone up until a couple weeks ago. I didn’t think she’d be available.”
Dawson considered that. “Were she and this guy serious?”
“Kate doesn’t go out with a guy unless she plans to get serious about him.”
Dawson frowned. That didn’t sound like the Kate he knew. “Really? We agreed to hook up for the weekend, no strings attached.”
The other man looked surprised at that, then his brow furrowed. “No kidding? Well, I guess that means she doesn’t think you have any long-term potential or something.”
“Thanks a lot.”
“No offense, dude. Besides, nothing wrong with a getting a little somethin’ somethin’ from a beautiful woman, no strings attached. You should consider yourself lucky.”
Dawson did, but in the back of his mind couldn’t help but wonder what it was about him that made Kate think he wasn’t worth more than just a weekend lay.
* * * * *
“So,” Rachel asked excitedly, “what did you think?”
Kate almost laughed at the eager looks on her friends’ faces. “About croquet? It’s a lot more fun than I thought.”
Rachel’s brows drew together. “Very funny. I’m not talking about croquet and you know it. I’m talking about your night with Dawson.”
Kate lifted her chin. “How do you know I spent the night with him?”
“Because it’s written all over your face,” the other girl said. “You look like the cat that licked the cream.”
“Not to mention other, more delectable parts of a certain best man’s anatomy,” Kristen added.
Kate blushed.
“And if that didn’t clue us in, the way you two were all over each other when we were playing croquet would have,” Heather grinned. “I was thinking of telling you and Dawson to get a room, but then I remembered you already have one. Whose room did you spend the night in anyway?”
Kate shook her head. “You girls are awful. Okay, if you must know, we spent the night in his room.”
Her friends squealed in unison.
“Well, don’t keep us in suspense,” Briana said. “How was it? Is Dawson as good in bed as he looks?”
Kate’s lips curved into a slow smile. “Better.”
“How much better?”
Her smile widened. “Let’s just say we were still going when the sun came up.”
More squeals.
“Now aren’t you glad you took our advice?” Rachel asked.
Kate’s gaze strayed to where Dawson stood talking to Rachel’s fiancé and she let out a little sigh of contentment. “Yeah, I am.”
“Whatever it is you’re thinking, Kate, stop right there,” Rachel ordered.
Kate turned to look at her friend in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
The other girl folded her arms and fixed Kate with a pointed look. “I recognize that wistful little tone in your voice. You’re thinking about what a wonderful husband Dawson would make.”
“No, I wasn’t!” Kate protested.
Rachel arched a brow. Beside her, the other girls were looking just as skeptical.
“I wasn’t,” Kate insisted. “But now that you mention it…”
“Don’t even go there,” Rachel warned. “This weekend is about having a fling with a seriously hot guy, remember? You’re not allowed to think of Dawson as anything more than a walking, talking sex toy. Got it?”
Kate wanted to protest, but then realized Rachel was right. If she tried to turn Dawson into yet another Mr. Right, she was only going to mess up what was probably the best sex she’d ever had in her life. “Okay, you’re right. I got it.”
“Good,” Rachel said. “Now pretend we’ve been talking about wedding stuff. The guys are coming over.”
Kate turned to see the men heading in their direction and her pulse quickened at the sight of Dawson. Their croquet game had gotten her all hot and bothered and even though they’d made love a few hours ago, she was eager to jump into bed with him again. From the sexy look he sent her way as he came to stand beside her, she suspected he felt the same.
Standing so close to Dawson made concentrating on conversation extremely difficult, especially since he casually slipped his arm around her waist. Kate was just trying to come up with some way for them to make a graceful exit when Rachel mentioned the sunset whale watching cruise the bridal party was going on that evening.
Kate felt Dawson lean close and put his mouth to her ear. “What do you say we skip the whale watching cruise and spend the rest of the day in bed?”
His breath was warm on her skin and she shivered with anticipation. As the maid of honor and best man, she and Dawson should really go on the cruise, but she had the feeling Rachel and Bob would understand.
Her lips curved into a smile. “Sounds like a plan.”
Kate turned her attention back to the rest of the bridal party just as Rachel suggested they all go inside to get something to eat. As everyone started toward the big double doors on the patio, Kate caught up with Rachel.
“Dawson and I are going to skip the whale watching cruise, if that’s okay,” she said to her friend.
Rachel grinned. “Staying here to wax the dolphin instead, huh?”
Kate felt her face color at the risqué words. She quickly darted a glance over her shoulder to see if Dawson had heard, but to her relief, he was talking to Bob and didn’t seem to be paying attention.
The other girl laughed. “Relax, Dawson didn’t hear. And of course, it’s okay. You two have fun.” She winked. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Then again, there’s not much I wouldn’t do.”
Kate just laughed. Sometimes her friend could be inco
rrigible.
“Ready?” Dawson asked, coming up beside her.
Eager to finally be alone with him again, she nodded. She’d been hoping they’d have the elevator to themselves, but another couple hurriedly stepped inside just before the doors slid closed. Telling herself she could wait a few more minutes, Kate forced herself to stand there patiently while the elevator took them to the fourth floor. When it came to a stop, she and Dawson quickly darted out the doors and practically ran down the hall to his room.
Once inside, Dawson urged her back against the wall and covered her mouth with his. The kiss was hot and demanding, and Kate let out a little moan of approval as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
He kissed his way along the curve of her jaw and down her neck. “You’ve been driving me crazy all afternoon, you know that?”
She cooed as his mouth found the curved of her shoulder. “I have?”
He braced one arm against the wall and lifted his head to gaze down at her, his eyes smoldering with desire. “You know very well you did. Rubbing that gorgeous ass of yours against my cock. I was hard the whole time.”
She gave him a coy look. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just playing croquet.”
He chuckled, sending a sexy shiver running down her back. “Sure you were. You’re such a bad girl.”
“Me?”
“Uh-huh. And you know what happens to bad girls, don’t you?”
She didn’t know where this little game they were playing was going, but she liked it anyway. “What?”
He leaned in closer. “They get a spanking.”
She blinked up at him in surprise. Had she heard right? “A sp-spanking?”
He nodded. “A spanking. Right on that sexy little ass.”
Dawson didn’t wait for a reply, but instead took her hands in his and backed toward the bed. Kate’s pulse skipped a beat as she realized what he had in mind. She was both excited and a little nervous at the prospect.
When they stopped beside the bed, she caught her lower lip between her teeth and gazed up at him from beneath her lashes. “I think I should tell you that I’ve never been spanked before.”
He lifted a brow, clearly surprised by that. “Never? With an ass as cute as yours?”
She shook her head. She’d heard of other couples doing it, of course, but it had just never come up with any of the men she went out with. Even if it had, she wasn’t sure she would have done it. She’d always assumed good girls didn’t do kinky stuff like that, at least not with men they were looking to marry. But she wasn’t looking to marry Dawson, which meant she didn’t have to be a good girl. And from what she’d seen so far, being a bad girl was a lot more fun anyway.
Suddenly realizing he might have taken her confession to mean she didn’t want to try it, she let her lips curve into a slow, naughty smile. “But you’re right. I have been a very bad girl. I should definitely be spanked,” she said, then added more softly, “But only if you promise not to spank me too hard.”
His mouth quirked. “Just hard enough to make your pussy wet.”
Kate caught her breath. Something told her she was going to like getting spanked. That didn’t stop her pulse from racing wildly as Dawson sat down on the edge of the bed. Taking her hand, he guided her over his knee so that she was lying half on the bed. The position was surprisingly comfortable and she let out a little sigh as he began to gently rub her upturned bottom through her skirt.
“Do you like that?” he asked softly.
She rested her head on her arms. “Mm-hmm.”
He gave her ass a squeeze. “How about this?”
She moaned in reply, only to let out a startled little gasp when she felt a sharp smack on her right cheek.
“Owww!”
“Too hard?” he asked.
Kate thought a moment. While the smack stung, it didn’t really hurt. In fact, it was actually kind of pleasant. And if the delicious tingle between her thighs was any indication, then her pussy liked it too.
She lifted her head to look at him over her shoulder. “No. You can spank me harder, if you want.”
He chuckled. “You really are a bad girl, aren’t you?”
Her lips curved. “You bring it out in me.”
Blushing at the words, Kate quickly turned and put her head back down. Had she really just said that? She didn’t have time to think about it because Dawson was spanking her again.
He smacked first one cheek, then the other, working back and forth with an easy rhythm that soon had her ass stinging all over and her pussy getting very wet. Kate didn’t know why getting spanked was such a turn-on, but she decided there was something extremely hot about a sexy guy holding her down and smacking her ass. Especially when that guy was Dawson.
Abruptly, Dawson stopped spanking her and went back to massaging her ass again. Her bottom seemed more sensitive now that she’d just been spanked and she gasped as he squeezed her bottom.
Dawson chuckled and ran his hand over the curve of her ass and down the backs of her thighs before sliding underneath her skirt to push it up. Kate felt her face color as he exposed her tiny bikini panties. It was silly to feel shy, especially since he’d already seen her in a lot less clothing, but there was something about being over his knee with her ass on display and ready to be spanked that made the whole thing even seem naughtier.
Kate held her breath, waiting for him to continue with her spanking, but he surprised her by rubbing her panty-covered ass before sliding his hand between her legs and running his finger along the silky material.
“Your panties are getting wet,” he said softly.
She closed her eyes and murmured something unintelligible as his finger glided over her.
“Maybe I should slip my fingers underneath this sexy little scrap of nothing and slide one of them inside your pussy,” he suggested. “Or…”
When he hesitated, she lifted her head to look at him over her shoulder, hoping he was thinking the same thing she was. “Or?”
His mouth quirked. “Or maybe I should spank you some more first.”
Actually, she was thinking he could just slide his hard cock in her pussy instead, but she wouldn’t mind having her bottom warmed a little bit more. She opened her mouth to tell him as much, but he was already lifting his hand to smack her on the ass. The skimpy panties she was wearing didn’t offer nearly as much protection as the skirt and she gasped in surprise as heat spread over her skin. Dawson delivered a second smack to the opposite cheek before falling into the same back and forth pattern he had before. He moved slowly from side to side, spanking one cheek, then the other. Despite how much Kate liked it, she couldn’t help squirming each time his hand connected with her bottom. The spanks really stung!
Which was why she was torn between relief and dismay when he stopped spanking to massage her poor ass cheeks. Her skin was tender to the touch and she let out a sigh as he made small circular motions with his hand. A moment later she felt him slip his fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly lower them to mid-thigh.
“You have the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen,” he breathed.
Though Kate blushed, she was immensely pleased he liked her ass so much. She knew there was a reason she did all that Pilates.
After a compliment like that she expected Dawson to treat her bottom to a massage, but instead she felt a sharp smack on her right cheek, followed by another on the left. A minute ago she hadn’t thought her panties provided much protection, but now she realized how wrong she’d been. Getting spanked on the bare ass stung a whole heck of a lot more. And as crazy as it seemed, she loved every minute of it. She liked it even more when Dawson changed things up and gave her cheeks a firm squeeze after each smack. Then he did something that completely wowed her. He stopped spanking her to press his lips to her freshly spanked ass.
His mouth felt cool on her red-hot flesh and Kate caught her breath as the stubble on his jaw rubbed against her sensitive skin. She’d never had a man put
his mouth there before, but as Dawson kissed and nibbled his way from one cheek to the other, she decided it felt so exquisite she might have to ask him to do it several more times before the weekend was over.
Still kissing her ass, Dawson slipped his hand between her legs and ran his finger along the folds of her pussy. Kate sighed and spread her legs further, giving him complete and total access to her womanly charms. He took advantage of that, finding her clit with his finger and making slow, languorous circles around the plump nub.
Kate moaned and rotated her hips in time with his movements, grinding against his hand as he played with her clit.
She was just starting to think she might come when Dawson stopped what he was doing. She opened her mouth to protest, but all that came out was another moan as she felt him slide his finger deep inside her pussy. Oh yeah. That worked, too.
Dawson moved his finger in and out, fucking her slowly with it as his tongue found the hollow right above her ass. Kate clenched the bed sheet in her fists, pushing back into his hand.
“Faster,” she begged. “Move your finger faster.”
Dawson obeyed, wiggling his finger in and out of her wetness more quickly. As good as what he was doing felt, she yearned for something else right now.
She craned her neck to give him a pleading look over her shoulder. “I need you inside me. Now!”
Desire in his eyes, Dawson slid his finger out of her pussy, then took her arm and gently pulled her to her feet. Although her ass didn’t sting nearly as much as it had a few moments ago, Kate automatically reached around to cup her cheeks in her hands as she watched Dawson hurriedly unbutton his jeans and put on a condom. Much to her surprise, her bottom was still warm to the touch and she couldn’t resist giving it a firm squeeze.
“Turn around and sit down on my cock,” Dawson commanded softly.
As Kate turned around, her panties fluttered to the floor and she wondered if she should take off the rest of her clothes, but then decided to leave them on instead. There was something very exciting about having sex with their clothes on, like they were so hot for each other, they didn’t even want to take the time to undress.
Lifting her skirt, Kate positioned herself over Dawson’s shaft and slowly lowered herself onto his hard length. He grasped her hips, holding her in place while his cock pulsed inside her. She placed her hands on his muscular thighs and leaned back against his chest as he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck.
