No Wrong Moves (Zone Defense Book 3), page 9
I smirked at his save and would make sure she was sound asleep by the time Pearce got home. Thoughts of how to celebrate bubbled to life. “Pearce is right, Lottie, so no arguing, okay?”
Despite her loud sigh, she bobbed her head. “Okay.”
With a wink, Pearce leaned forward and gently hugged Lottie. “Love you, kiddo. Cheer hard for me, okay?”
“Always,” she answered seriously, and my heart squeezed when she followed up with “Love you.”
Emotion colored Pearce’s face as he squeezed her and stood. He didn’t give me time to hesitate or overthink. In the space of a breath, he was in my space and wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug, his nose buried against my neck.
Hugging him back, I barely held back the ripple of longing racing through me, but when his lips pressed against my neck, I gulped. “You’ll do brilliantly,” I finally whispered. “Focus,” I managed to say, a reminder to the both of us that in this moment, the game was everything. “Keep your eye on Lemington.”
Before he angled back, he placed another kiss to my neck. Goose bumps broke free, and I eased away.
“I’ve got this.”
“You do.” I squeezed his arms, reluctant to fully let go but knew I must.
“I wish you could stay.” Guilt attempted to spark to life. But before it could take shape, Pearce continued, “But you both at my place is an awesome close second. I’ll be home as soon as I can.”
“You don’t have to rush b—”
The incredulous look on his face had me cutting myself off.
“Or you can get home as quickly as you can, and I’ll be up waiting for you.”
My words earned me a heart-flipping grin. He leaned forward once again, his mouth moving close to my ear. “Feel free to look in the second drawer in my bedside table. You know,” he said, pulling away to make eye contact, “if you get bored.”
With those final words, he winked, ruffled Lottie’s hair, and jogged back to the court.
Dishes done and Lottie in bed, I couldn’t wait any longer. Curiosity had a reputation for sure, but it had been Pearce’s tone that did it for me. I didn’t expect anything but heat and orgasms.
Still buzzing from the Eagles’ win, I opened the door to the room I’d never spent any time in, for all the obvious reasons. The scent of Pearce’s bodywash greeted me, familiar and doing nothing to reduce the electricity zipping through me. From the doorway, I easily spotted the bedside table. I gulped as a flush of anticipation raced to my chest.
Fuck, this was really happening. Pearce and me. I was about to rifle through his drawers, and even though it was with his permission, it was another step in the direction of something so much more than I’d anticipated with him.
With each step closer, my dick throbbed, swelling in my pants. Tempted to squeeze myself, I zeroed in on the drawer instead, welcoming the rush of anticipation. If the evening went as I hoped, the only hand touching my dick would be Pearce’s.
I opened the drawer, my eyes widening before a soft chuckle escaped. There were enough toys and lube in the oversized drawer to rival a sex shop, and what was even better was several were still in their packages. Sitting on Pearce’s unmade bed, I pulled out the four different bottles of lube. One I was familiar with, my favorite brand. The other three had me snorting. Who knew lube could add an extra tingle to my prostate?
I placed them back in the drawer, all except for my favorite brand, and smirked at the varying dildos. It seemed like Pearce liked to have fun and enjoyed variety. As soon as that thought settled in my mind, I blanched. Variety was awesome, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t after something more or not interested in monogamy, right? Rubbing a hand over my face and pissed off that I was getting way ahead of myself, I cracked my neck and peered once again inside the drawer.
I snagged a plastic-wrapped package, mouth lifting immediately and my ass clenching in anticipation. Now this I could totally get onboard with, and I half expected it was what Pearce may have had in mind too.
I stood and made my way to close his bedroom door, creating an additional barrier should Lottie come hunting for me. As I closed it, a text alert made me jump. I chuckled as I tugged my phone out of my pocket, then read Pearce’s response to my congratulatory text.
My already hard cock turned to steel, my breath picking up as his words sank in.
Pearce: That last point all I thought about was sucking you off. On my way.
Fuck, Pearce teasing like this was a whole new side that I was eager to see more of. My grip tightened on the sealed package, and my pulse fluttered.
Back at the bed, I threw my phone on the mattress and tore the package open after a couple of attempts. The glue or whatever the hell it was that they sealed the damn thing shut with was stupidly secure. Finally freed, the plug felt smooth in my hand. Only once had I tried a plug before, and after I’d gotten over my initial embarrassment, it had been sexy as hell and had done the prep work nicely. Me doing this now with Pearce not only on my mind but on his way home? Heck yes, I was absolutely up for it.
Snagging my phone, I reopened the messages and flicked on the camera symbol. I aimed at the plug, the empty packaging in the background. With the photo taken, I typed: That last point all I thought about was you in me. I best put this to good use.
I hit Send before I could second-guess, barely hearing the whoosh of the message being sent over the pounding in my ears. Taking a deep breath, I placed my cell back down and focused on the smooth black plug. “Right,” I said into the empty room. “I’ve got this.”
CHAPTER 12
PEARCE
Not only had we won our first game, but Eddie and I had sped through all the bits between our first kiss and what I hoped like hell was a fuck when I got home. Talk about Road Runner speed. I was more than up for it. Even my usual post-game crash was nowhere in sight.
For a moment after I hit Send, letting him know in no uncertain terms I wanted to suck him off, I’d hesitated, wondering if I’d dreamed the whole thing. Since the moment I’d met the man, I’d crushed hard, then fallen fast over the edge of knowing I was in love. That point of no return had happened when we kissed just before my game, and it was the tingle of my lips that reminded me it had most definitely happened.
That connection buoyed me and made me fly high during the whole forty-eight minutes of play time, and all the minutes in between. The fact that I’d sweated my ass off and had also showered, yet the taste of him was still there… yeah, it was enough for me to race out of the stadium like I had the man I craved waiting for me. Happiness bubbled in my gut, hardly believing that I could finally tug that “like” out of my thoughts.
Eddie Phelps was waiting for me, and as I slipped into the back seat of the car I’d organized, since I’d let Eddie use my SUV while he was here, I fought hard to control my dick that wondered if he’d explored my bedside drawer. It had been a risk, directing him there, but at least this way he’d known completely where my head was at.
Once settled, I tugged out my phone, seeing a text notification that I hadn’t heard come in. My heart raced when I opened it. Head spinning as the words blurred from all my blood rushing to my cock, I swallowed hard.
Holy fucking butt plug.
Did I dare consider he’d be greeting me stretched and ready?
My dick strained against my suit pants, hard enough to tear through the fabric if my mind kept up with the visuals. I’d take Eddie any way I could get him. I was vers as fuck and loved nothing more than the idea of him pounding into me, but hot damn if going to town on his ass didn’t make my head spin with want.
Forcing myself to steady my breathing and take control so I didn’t come in my pants, I stared out the window. Ten more minutes and I should be home.
Each minute dragged on as the driver eased through game traffic, and I’d never been more grateful that I wasn’t driving, or that I’d bought a place close by. Driving myself while my dick ran the show would have been dangerous.
Finally pulling into my estate, we passed through the gated security, and I hit the fob to my gates. Once we’d stopped, I said my thanks and all but threw a fifty-dollar bill at the guy as a tip. Each step to the front door was one closer to me losing my mind. My mouth dried at the thought of Eddie greeting me at the door. Naked would be awesome, but I expected Lottie just being a closed door away from a nightmare show of me dropping to my knees and sucking her dad off wouldn’t be the best thing ever. The poor kid would be scarred for life.
I let myself into a quiet house. Most of the lights were off, except for the kitchen and the stairway. A quick glance in the kitchen, my heart beating heavily, showed it was empty. I smiled, hoping on all that was lubed and hard that it meant Eddie was in my room.
I took the stairs two at a time, trying not to make a noise. Mission accomplished, I barreled into my bedroom and stopped short.
Skin. So much fucking delicious skin on display.
With flushed skin, an unwavering gaze, and honest-to-God quivering limbs, Eddie was every fantasy I’d had right here in the flesh.
“Holy fucking Christ.” The words spilled out of me as I shut the door, flipped the lock, and tugged off my tie.
“Twenty minutes is a long time.” He moved his right thigh, angling it out. His soft gasp had my gaze shooting to his face, desperate to see his expression.
Want. Unfiltered, raw desire stared back at me. Never did I truly imagine seeing him this way, especially not so fucking wanton and needy. Eddie was the epitome of control. Sure, we had a shitload of fun, but him laying himself out for me like this, like he was some exquisite banquet to be savored, had my heart beating triple time.
“You just going to stand there?”
Hearing his teasing tone, I smiled, shoving off my jacket and unbuttoning my shirt. “Have you had that in you this whole time?”
He clamped down on his bottom lip and bobbed his head. I couldn’t handle not looking anymore. My gaze drifted down his toned body, taking in the splatter of fur on his chest, his abs, and the trimmed hair around his junk. I licked my lips like a needy fucker, desperate to fulfil the promise I’d made in my text.
The shifting of his thighs, slight jerk of his hips, and his deep groan almost stopped me from hitting jackpot. But no way could I pull my attention away.
Black and smooth and looking so perfect in his ass was the plug I hadn’t dared hope he’d really have fun with. And fuck, was I glad I teased him about it earlier.
“Pants off.”
I snapped my attention to his face, meeting his blazing stare and quirked brow. Of course Eddie was topping from the bottom, and hell if it didn’t crank me up even higher.
Making quick work of the rest of my clothes, I was on the bed, kneeling by his feet. Perhaps I should be greeting him with a kiss first, but with the plug right there, I couldn’t resist. “This,” I said, reaching out and touching the edges of it, “is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Leaning down, I pressed kisses along his inner thigh and nudged at the plug with my nose. His whimper was absolutely worth it.
“That kiss,” I continued, this time mouthing his cock, “I never expected.”
When he groaned, I flicked my attention to his face. “Unplanned too.” His half-mast gaze was fixed on me.
There was much to say, unspoken words between us, so much to figure out. But the last thing I wanted to do was think. With my dick leaking like a faucet, I bobbed my head. “You want me to replace the plug?”
A flash of heat appeared in his eyes before he nodded. “Yeah, right after you kiss me.”
My grin was immediate. Dotting one last open-mouthed kiss on his cock, I shifted, lips touching his. Like the first time our mouths met, familiarity and rightness swept through me as our tongues touched and we worked a perfect rhythm. We kissed until I struggled to breathe. Kissed until the only thing keeping me alive was our mouths connecting and the certainty that if I stopped now, my brain would short-circuit completely.
He thrust against me, rubbing against my cock, giving me no choice but to ease back and gasp for air. “I want you so fucking bad.” The words escaped me, sounding like a plea.
“You have me,” he whispered, cupping my cheek. The touch centered me, pulled me away from the desire racing through my veins to focus on the man before me.
Perhaps I shouldn’t have questioned it and simply taken what he was offering, but Eddie was everything to me. Sure, I’d always thought I’d grab whatever he offered with two desperate hands, but the truth was, whatever this was that was happening, I didn’t know how I’d bounce back from having just a piece and having it only once.
While my eager cock cussed me out, begging me to shut up and bury it deep inside the man beneath me, my heart urged me to speak. “I have you for how long?”
His searching gaze bounced between my eyes. “You’re too important to me,” he finally said, his words kickstarting my heart, “to fool around and it mean nothing.”
It was all I needed to hear before my mouth crashed on his, my fingers seeking the black plug. When I skimmed the smooth surface, I swallowed his grunt. “This,” I said, easing away, my breathing choppy, “seriously is so fucking sexy.”
A fresh flush covered his cheeks.
“Do I need a condom?” I asked. I was pretty sure he was on PrEP, but still…
At my question, his eye twitched.
“Hey, no judgment and worries either way,” I said quickly, wanting us to be both safe and comfortable.
“We should before I get tested again,” he said, a hollowness in his voice I hated to hear.
Before he could get inside his head, I kissed him again, rubbing around the plug once more for good measure. With a satisfied grin at his moan, I eased back. “I can definitely wrap up if it means I get to be buried deep inside you.” I gyrated against him, trapping our dicks between us, luxuriating in the feel.
But I needed more. Moving quickly, I made to stand to grab the condoms I kept in the bathroom.
“I have them here.” Eddie’s words stopped me. Reaching out, he angled toward my drawer, tugged it open, and pulled out a packet.
I took it off him with a smirk, ignoring my trembling hands. It wasn’t nerves that had me struggling to tear open the foil. Instead, a rush of need pulsated through me, making it hard to get my shit together, but I needed to do this and get inside the man before I passed out from lack of oxygen to my brain.
Convinced only an orgasm from coming hard deep inside Eddie was the solution, I doubled down on fumbling with the packet, giving a triumphant “Thank fuck” when I finally got it open. Eddie chuckled, the same look in his eyes he’d had since the moment I entered the room.
“You doing all right there?”
“I am now.” I bounced my brows and slipped on the latex before focusing on the plug. “I’ll be even better when I remove this.” With my fingers on the end, I flicked my gaze at him. “This okay?”
“Yeah.” As I pulled, the air punched out of him, but honest to God, I only had eyes for his open hole.
“Fuck me.” My dick throbbed, and I gulped.
“I actually thought you’d be the one doing the fucking tonight,” he sassed.
My lips twitched and I stole a glance, taking in his quirked brow. “Now that I can do.” Swiping the lube, I lathered myself up, then gripped his cock for good measure. His deep, needy sigh was worth it as I applied the slick and gave a few slow strokes.
“Anytime now,” he said with a deep groan.
“Needy, huh?” So not what I expected from him, but I was definitely a fan.
“Pearce, I swear— Nngh…”
Two fingers slipping inside him cut him off beautifully. “What were you saying?”
He attempted narrowing his eyes, but adding a third finger stopped that with a moan fierce enough to have my dick bobbing. He was loose and so ready for me. I pulled out, positioned myself, and pushed in with one slow stroke. There was no resistance, just his sweet, soft gasp, and a delicious heat engulfing my cock that I swore I would combust.
“Daddy.”
We froze, held our breaths, and I swore my heart stopped beating. The sound of a door opening shot a bolt of adrenaline to my heart, and I moved, tearing out of Eddie so damn fast that I teetered on my knees and fell backward. Mildly aware of Eddie’s grunt and the horror in his gaze, there was nothing I could do, not when my arms windmilled and I disappeared off the edge of the bed, my ass hitting the floor with a thump.
Crumpled on the floor, I gasped for breath before a groaned laugh escaped me. I slammed my hand over my mouth just as a naked Eddie appeared at my side, his eyes wide. His lips twitched and he opened his mouth—
“Daddy, I had a nightmare.”
“Shit,” he mouthed, and my amusement died down when his face blanched. “She can’t see me coming from your room.”
I swallowed back my hurt and nodded, reluctantly understanding that this thing between us had escalated so quickly that my head was still spinning. It made complete sense that he didn’t want Lottie to know. But a fool she wasn’t. “Go to the bathroom. I’ll get her to bed, then you head to your room, okay?”
Some of the color returned to his cheeks as he spoke. “Yeah, okay. Thanks.” Realizing I was still on the floor, he reached out for my hand and helped me up. “You okay?”
“Not the first bruised ass I’ve ever had,” I whispered, then called out, “Hold on, Lottie. I’m coming,” when I heard her again.
Eddie squeezed my hand and backed away, shooting me a grateful smile. I offered him a chin lift, then reached for my sweatpants that were draped on my oversized chair. Once I tugged them on and wiped my hands quickly on the towel I’d dumped on the floor, I unlocked the door. Lottie stood in her open doorway, her eyes wide and immediately connecting with mine.
“Hey, kiddo.” I stepped toward her, cuddling her close. “Bad dream, huh?”
“Yeah.” Her quiet voice held a tremor I’d never heard from her before. “I called Dad.”
Tightness lassoed around my gut. Guilt that he hadn’t been able to rush out to her immediately was a shit of a thing. “Let’s get you to bed. He must be in a deep sleep. I’ll wake him before I go and get you a glass of water, okay?”
