Win Big

by Kelly Jamieson

  I flatten my lips together briefly. “It’s doesn’t matter.”

  He still holds my gaze.

  “Okay, that was snippy. I’m sorry.”

  “She flirts with me. She’d probably go out with me if I asked her. I haven’t.”

  “You don’t have to explain to me.”

  “I want to explain to you.”

  I regard him for a long, heated moment. Okay, yes, I felt a pang of jealousy.

  What is wrong with me? This shouldn’t be happening! I shouldn’t have all these feels…the good ones and the bad ones.

  “D’you want something to eat?” Wyatt picks up a menu.

  “Mmm, sure. Maybe a snack.”

  He nods. Cam arrives with a much more welcoming smile than Abby had and takes our order of beers and pizza fries, which are waffle fries topped with marinara, mozzarella, and pepperoni. He removes the menus, which is good because the table is tiny.

  Wyatt reaches across and clasps both my hands with his. “That was fun. Thanks for the tickets.”

  “Thanks to my dad. They’re his.”

  “Uh…does he know we went to the game together?”

  “Yes. He’s in on this, remember?”

  “Yeah, but he hates it. Or maybe he hates me.”

  “He doesn’t hate you. He told me he likes you.”

  Wyatt straightens. “He did?”

  “Yes. When you were named the ambassador for Hockey for All.”

  He grins. “Why didn’t you tell me this?”

  “Because your ego is big enough.”

  His smile widens. “This is good to know.”

  I can’t help but laugh. “You’re terrible.”

  His fingers tighten around mine and he smirks. “You don’t know that. I’m actually really good.”

  I make a noise kind of like a cough and a laugh. “See what I mean about the ego?”

  “I still want a chance to prove to you that younger guys can be better in bed than older guys.”

  I remember the comment he made about making me come faster than some old guy…My lower belly flip-flops and heats. Daaaamn. I want to find out.

  Our eyes meet and sizzles slide down my spine.

  “Hey, for once you didn’t shut me down,” he murmurs.

  I hold his gaze and his eyes darken.

  He leans across the table. “Damn, princess. You got me hard without even saying a word.”

  My inner muscles squeeze. “I like that.”

  He closes his eyes briefly as if he’s in pain. “You need to feel what you’re doing to me.”

  I let a smile play on my lips. “That would be really inappropriate right now.”

  “Okay, let’s go.”

  “We can’t. We just ordered food.”

  “Who cares.”

  Cam brings our beers at that moment and we reluctantly release our hands and sit back.

  “Can we get those pizza fries to go?” Wyatt says to Cam. “Something just came up.”

  I nearly choke.

  “Sure!” Cam smiles. “No problem.”

  “And the check,” Wyatt adds.

  Cam disappears.

  “Something just came up?” I pick up my beer.

  “Oh yeah. Something big. And hard.”

  “I was just setting you up for that.”

  “I know.” We both grin, the eye contact sending sparks through my veins again. “Thanks.”

  “Anytime.”

  “We’re a good team.” He drinks his beer.

  “You think so?”

  “I do. You just need to let loose a little.”

  I purse my lips. “Really. And what about you? Maybe you need to take life a little more seriously?”

  “Nah. I know how serious life can be. That’s why I’m determined to make it fun.”

  I’m not entirely convinced that life should be all fun, but maybe I’m moving that way…a little. Because there’s no denying that being with him is…fun.

  It’s more than that, though. It’s exciting. It’s invigorating. Irresistible.

  Cam brings our appetizer, boxed up in a Styrofoam container, and Wyatt deals with the check. I’m only about half done my beer, so I take a couple of big swallows, then push the glass away to reach for my jacket.

  “In a hurry?” Wyatt’s eyes gleam as he picks up his glass to drain it.

  “Can I get a picture with you?”

  We both turn to see a young woman standing next to our table. She’s smiling nervously at Wyatt, holding up her phone.

  “I’m a big fan,” she adds.

  “Sure.” Wyatt stands and moves beside her, smiling. She holds her phone out in front of them and takes a selfie.

  “Thank you so much!” She looks at me and says, “Sorry to interrupt.”

  “No problem.” She’s kind of cute in her admiration of Wyatt, letting out a little squeal and a hop as she turns away.

  “Does that happen a lot?” I ask as we make our way out.

  “All the time.”

  “You love it.”

  “I’m kidding. It doesn’t happen that often. And I always appreciate fans.”

  “Especially young, pretty ones.”

  He chuckles

  “Like you were appreciating the Cougar Corps earlier.” The cheerleaders in sparkly, skimpy outfits had definitely attracted his attention as they danced on the basketball court. “I saw them trying to make eye contact with you.”

  We’re outside on the sidewalk now, and he turns to face me, cupping my cheeks with both hands. “I noticed them, yeah. Not gonna lie. I’m a red-blooded guy, of course I’m going to look. But I wasn’t making eye contact with any of them. I was with you.” He brushes a kiss over my mouth.

  My chest goes soft and warm.

  There he goes again, making me like him.

  Chapter 13

  Wyatt

  I’m dying.

  Dying for Everly.

  I’m pretty sure I’ve never been this hot for a woman, and believe me, I like women. Something about her just gets to me. I don’t know if it’s her smile, her sexy body, her scent…or her smart mouth. Maybe it’s the way she laughed and cheered during the game, grabbing my arm when the Cougars sank a basket. Maybe it’s the way she looked at me when I acted like a goof, laughing with me, not at me. I can tell the difference.

  I could spend all night sparring with her, but right now I’m desperate to get my hands on her. And my mouth…

  I make the short drive to my place as if I’m a NASCAR driver, zipping into my garage and throwing the SUV into park. I lead the way into my condo, flicking on lights as we go.

  “Here we are again,” she murmurs in my kitchen. “I remember this place.”

  “That’s good. You were pretty hungover.” I frown. I’ve been keeping an eye on how much she drinks and fortunately there haven’t been any more drunken incidents. Maybe I was wrong…maybe she doesn’t have a drinking problem.

  “I was.” She sighs. “But you looked after me.”

  “Why do you sound surprised by that?”

  “I was surprised.” She trails her fingertips down my chest. “You seemed like such a player…when I woke up in your bed, I wasn’t sure what had happened.”

  I grab her hand and curl my fingers around it. “I would never do anything without your consent. I hope you know that.” I meet her eyes directly.

  The moment stretches out, full of thickening tension.

  She nods. “I know that. You proved it that night.”

  My chest is full, heat expanding inside me. “Like I told your dad, I’m a good guy.”

  Her smile is wonderful. “Actually, you are.”

  “A
gain with the surprise! Jesus.” I’m teasing. Sort of. I don’t like it that she thought I was an asshole. But then again, I know I have been an asshole to her—baiting her, arguing with her, flirting with her.

  She laughs softly, her fingers now sliding back up my chest to my face. “I just needed to get to know you better.”

  “You’re about to get to know me very well.” I pull her up against me and bend my head to kiss her.

  Soft, warm lips meet mine. She makes a little sound and opens to me and I go in deeper, licking into her mouth. Her arms wind around my neck as she presses herself against me. Lust pulses in my balls, my cock thickening.

  I slide my hands down to her ass, firm and round in her snug jeans, urging her even closer…into my aching groin. My eager dick loves it and wants more…

  “You taste amazing.” I kiss her cheek, then her jaw. “You feel amazing.”

  “Oh, so do you.” She whimpers, her fingers slipping through my hair. That turns me on even more. “Amazing.”

  “Do you remember my bedroom?” I kiss her ear.

  “Mmm…vaguely. Maybe you should refresh my memory.”

  “Okay.” I lift her by her ass. She gasps and wraps her legs around me. I turn and head to the bedroom. I lower her to the floor next to the bed, and reach to turn on the lamp. It’s a tiny spotlight with a flexible stand and I turn it so it’s pointed at the corner of the room, diffusing the light to a softer glow. “I want to take your clothes off.”

  Her breath hitches and her eyelashes flutter.

  She doesn’t stop me.

  I lift the hem of the pale pink chunky sweater she’s wearing and draw it up and over her head. I suck in a breath. I’d caught glimpses of pink lace in the V-neck of the sweater, but now that I see the silk-and-lace camisole, I’m staggered. I trace a tiny strap over one smooth shoulder, then follow the scalloped edge of the lace with my fingertip, down to the center of her breasts. She’s not chesty. Her tits are…let’s call them…dainty. No matter, I love them. I love how they’re pushing at the thin silk, her nipples like pebbles. I remember my hands on them, that night…how she gasped and whimpered and writhed…

  Dying. I’m dying.

  Gotta get her out of these clothes.

  Next, I move to her jeans. I open the button and pull down the zipper, then shimmy them down her hips. They’re ripped to shit in that cool, expensive way, so I have to be careful I don’t accidentally destroy them. She’s still wearing her boots, ankle boots with a chunky heel, so I gently push her to sit on the edge of the bed while I get those off her feet along with her socks, then the jeans.

  “Gorgeous.” My voice is hoarse. I run my hands up and down her calves, and she shivers, watching me intently. I reach for her waist, lift her up, and sit her down farther on the bed. She falls back onto her elbows.

  I raise her feet to the bed so her knees are bent. Her pink panties match the silky camisole and I press my hands to the inside of her knees to push her legs apart and study the panties closer. “Pretty,” I manage to say.

  She’s watching me, her eyelids half-lowered, lips parted.

  Moving between her legs, I stroke up and down the insides of her thighs. She shivers, her nipples hardening even more.

  “You need to take off your clothes too,” she says in a husky tone.

  “Yeah. I do. Don’t want to move, though.” I lean in and press my mouth to her panties.

  She whimpers.

  I breathe in her scent, spicy arousal. It’s intoxicating. Reluctantly, I stand and unbutton my shirt, not taking my eyes off her. She’s gazing at me too, as I shrug out of the shirt and toss it aside. I take my time unzipping my fly, lowering my jeans, enjoying the heat in her eyes and the hitch of her breath. I get rid of my boxer briefs too, and unlike her, I’m totally naked.

  The corners of her mouth tilt up and she reaches out a hand as I climb back onto the bed. She trails her fingertips over my chest, then down my abs. My skin heats to scorching, my dick already hard as a goalpost. She brushes her fingers over the sensitive head and I suck in a sharp breath. My dick twitches.

  “Want this, baby?” I grip it and give a firm tug.

  “Yes.”

  “Be patient.”

  “I’m not patient.”

  I smile, leaning in again to kiss her smooth inner thigh. “You want to take over?”

  “No.” The word is a sigh. “I want you to…do whatever you want to me.”

  I pause. I lift my head and meet her eyes. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.” Understanding flows between us.

  Fuck, yeah.

  “I want soft and slow,” I murmur, brushing my mouth over her panties again. Her abs tighten. “I want to make you come on my tongue. Then I want to pound into that sweet pussy and feel you squeeze me, and fuck you until you come again and scream.”

  “Oh Jesus.” Her head falls back and her eyes close.

  “That sound good?” I lick her hip bone.

  “Good…yes…please.”

  I kiss her center again over her panties, then crawl up her body, pushing the camisole up, and up, revealing those sweet, sweet tits. She falls flat on her back. “Jesus fuck,” I croak, studying them. “Gorgeous.” Tight pink nipples beg to be sucked and I cup her with both hands, plumping her flesh and pulling one tip between my lips.

  Her back arches and she throws her arms up over her head.

  Excellent. I suck and pull at her tender nipples. I fucking love how they feel against my tongue and the sexy little noises of pure enjoyment she makes. Then I shift higher still and kiss her—deep, long, tongue kisses. She opens to me, kisses me back, and sensation radiates through every nerve ending in my body. Her hands touch my face as we kiss…and kiss…and kiss.

  I lick down her throat, between her breasts, over one nipple. “You like this,” I say. Not a question.

  “I love it. That makes me so hot…I’m aching.”

  “Good. I want that pretty pussy to ache for me.”

  “Sadist.”

  “Maybe a little.” I suck a nipple again. She writhes. “It’ll be good for you too, though.”

  “Confident.”

  I guess that did sound kind of cocky. “Tell me what you want. Want to make you feel so good.”

  “You are.” She gasps.

  “I want to taste your pussy.”

  “Yes. Do that.”

  I kiss my way down her abdomen, my hands still caressing her tits, pinching her nipples. She’s panting in breathy little puffs of air. As I open my mouth on the soft skin beneath her bellybutton, her hips lift. “Mmm. I can tell you want it.”

  “Please. Lick me.”

  Christ. My dick strains, my balls ache, and the rush of my blood is scalding my veins.

  I’m taking my time and maybe torturing her a bit, but I’m torturing myself too.

  I spread her thighs wide, curl an arm beneath one, and tug her panties aside. Fucking beautiful. My blood on fire, I taste her, a long, slow slide of my tongue over the softest flesh.

  She pushes back up onto her elbow, one hand landing on the back of my head and rubbing over it as she watches me eat her, licking, sucking her, sinking a finger deep inside her.

  “Are you aching here?”

  “Yes…”

  “Good. Wanna take care of that.” I lick right over her clit.

  “Oh Jesus,” she gasps. As if she can’t stay still, her hips move, her belly muscles contract. “Not already…”

  I do it again. And again. I curl my finger inside her. Cries fall from her lips in a stream and she drops back down, raising her pussy to my mouth. I close my lips around the quivering nub and suck.

  I feel her contract, her thighs tensing, her abdomen hollowing. She almost weeps as she comes, and my chest fills with effervescence. Gently, I lick her, tasting her orgasm on m
y tongue, and lay one more soft kiss on the patch of dark hair on her mound.

  “Oh God.” She’s flat on her back, trembling, eyes closed.

  “Okay, pretty princess?” I climb up over her again, wiping my mouth.

  “I’m…yes.”

  “I need a condom. Be right back.”

  “ ’Kay.”

  I don’t have to go far; they’re in my bathroom. I grab one and roll it on. When I return, she hasn’t moved. I smile.

  I hook my fingers into her panties and drag them off, then help her lift up so I can pull off the camisole. I’m careful because it’s delicate…and so is she.

  “So beautiful.” My eyes eagerly devour her—smooth skin, soft curves, her mouth a fantasy.

  She opens her eyes to smile lazily at me. “You’re beautiful too.” She lifts a languid hand to trace my abs again, right down to the root of my cock. “Fuck me.”

  “Oh yeah.” On my knees, between her thighs, I guide myself to her entrance and ease in. She’s so wet, it’s a slow, sweet glide of pleasure, but I’m careful anyway. I watch her face. She tips her chin up and her eyelashes flutter down as I fill her. “Okay?”

  “Yes,” she whispers. “Do it.”

  I’m holding back, adrenaline flooding my body, wanting to take and take…I think it’s what she wants, but I don’t want to hurt her. Seated inside her, my balls pressed against her, I plant one fist into the mattress beside her and caress her breast with my other hand, then touch her face. I drag my thumb over her bottom lip and she sucks it in. Our eyes meet in a burst of heat. Her tongue swirling over my thumb damn near makes my cock explode.

  I lower myself over her to kiss her, openmouthed, my tongue licking inside, and then I move…my hips slowly rocking forward and back, my cock tunneling in and out of her slick channel. I rise back up and lift one of her legs so her ankle is on my shoulder, then I squeeze her breast again as I move faster. I can’t take my eyes off her beautiful, expressive face…her lust-blown pupils, swollen lips, pink cheeks. She watches me too, our gazes connected in some kind of powerful link that neither of us can break. I’ve never done this before. Eye contact like this is…scarily intimate. But right now, it’s breathtaking. Epic. Unescapable.