Dating the Player, page 7
So while I was slightly out of breath and considering the idea of joining a gym back home, I was having fun. Dak was entertaining me with stories about his family and what it was like growing up with young but strict parents. He told me about him being fifteen and on diaper duty for Jagger and not understanding the need to cover a boy while bare.
“Kid totally pissed on me. I got it right in the eye.”
I laughed. “You did not. There is no way a baby could pee with that kind of trajectory. You’re six foot four!”
“Want to bet? Besides, I wasn’t fully grown yet and I was bending over.”
I rolled my eyes, amused.
Then Dak surprised me by asking about my father.
“What’s your father’s name?” he asked, strolling through the woods, eyeing a pine, before shaking his head in rejection.
“Phil. He was a software engineer but he was also a guy with a ton of hobbies. Video games, Dungeons and Dragons, watching football, of course, and he played the guitar.” I pushed a branch out of my way and wondered where exactly we were tromping to. The land of perfect pines? “My mother always said that I’m exactly like him.”
“I wish I could have met him. He sounds like a great guy.”
“Yeah,” I said softly. The loss wasn’t so great anymore, but it was still an empty feeling, knowing my father and I had been denied a lifetime of memories. “He was.”
“What are your hobbies?” Dak asked. “Do you play the guitar too?”
“No, no guitar. Obviously, I’m into football. I like crafting and board games. Volunteering at the animal shelter. Playing video games. Sometimes when I drink too much wine, I like to sing karaoke.”
Dak wasn’t wearing a coat, just a sweatshirt and a knit hat. He didn’t look cold, nor did he look like he was in a hurry.
“I would love to hear you sing. What’s your karaoke song? Your go-to?”
“Bette Davis Eyes.”
He glanced back at me. “What? No way.”
“What do you mean, no way? Why does that seem impossible to you?” I wasn’t sure if I should be offended or not.
“That’s a ‘fuck me’ song. You’re not a ‘fuck me’ kind of girl.”
Um. Yep. Offended. But honest. “We’ve established that already. That doesn’t mean I can’t sing a song that might be a little sensual. I’m sensual.” In theory. Not so much in practice.
Dak set his chainsaw down and came over to me. “Let me see.”
“See what?” I asked, bewildered.
“How sensual you are.”
“You want me to sing?” I wasn’t sure why the hell he would want that, but Dak was fairly unpredictable. I also was not going to do that. I don’t sing in the woods or the rain or in the shower.
Just drunk at karaoke.
“At some point, yes. But I was thinking more along the lines of this.” He shifted in next to me and bent down.
He was going to kiss me again. His eyes were filled with desire, his lips curved in a sexy smile. His hair fell forward as he lowered his head from his height to reach my mouth. I wanted nothing more in the whole wide world than to feel his lips on mine.
“You have about three seconds to stop me,” he said. “The choice is yours.”
A few kisses in the woods would be that perfect memory to take to the nursing home. No one would see us or ever know. I couldn’t get fired for kissing Dak in the middle of nowhere. I would recover emotionally, most likely. There was no reason to resist him. Well. There might be. But I was choosing to ignore it.
“I’m not going to stop you,” I said.
Not even close. This time I wanted to be more of a part of what was happening. So I went up on tiptoes to meet him halfway. When his mouth descended onto mine, I parted my lips and poured myself into the kiss. It was instant, the chemistry between us. Everything inside me heated up and I reached my arms up to wrap around his neck.
God, he was huge and sexy and I couldn’t believe that I was here, in the woods with him, his big hands on the small of my back, lips on mine. It made me eager, more aggressive than I normally would be. I kissed him enthusiastically and in return he gave a growl in the back of his throat.
“Kitty,” he breathed. “You taste so fucking good.”
I pulled back slightly and looked into his green eyes. “Why are you stopping?”
“I’m just getting started.”
His words gave me goosebumps. When his lips covered mine again, I kissed him with such fervor that I stumbled forward, landing on his chest. Dak gripped me, holding me upright.
Then he shocked me by lifting me right off the ground. “What are you doing?” I breathed.
“Exactly what I’ve been thinking about since the second my mother said she wanted us wandering in the woods for a tree.”
My back made contact with a tree trunk. Not hard, but startling. I gasped. Dak held me there, against the hard bark and bent down and kissed me again. This kiss went on and on, his tongue teasing between my lips. I felt it everywhere in my body, spiraling outward, a hot liquid desire.
Gravity pulled my feet down to the ground, but it didn’t prevent me from feeling like I was floating on a haze of hormones. The woods were cool and still, the only sound an occasional bird, and our hot kisses. Dak’s hand slid over the front of my bulky coat, trying to stroke my breast, and I moaned, even though there were too many damn layers between us. Just to have him touching me in any way was a turn-on. My nipples were firm and I felt flushed in spite of the cold.
When his hand shifted down further and popped the button on my jeans, I didn’t even think twice about it. I was lost in his kisses, pressed against the tree, his huge body framing mine, dominating me with his masculinity. I wasn’t a woman who ever felt small around men because I was above average height and curvy, but it was different with Dak. I felt ridiculously feminine with him and I didn’t hate that.
My eyes flew open in shock when his hand dipped down into my panties, a very large finger stroking over my clit. I gave a soft gasp of pleasure even as I realized I couldn’t see him well. We had fogged up my lenses with our hot breathing.
“Dak, that feels so good,” I murmured, shifting my hips. I wasn’t even sure if I was trying to get more of his touch or shift away from him. The pleasure was so unexpected, so acute, it was almost painful. I couldn’t think, couldn’t process what was happening. I hadn’t planned for this, but I didn’t want it to end.
He buried his head in my neck and trailed soft kisses along the curve. His wild and shaggy hair brushed over my face. “I’m glad, Kitty. I’m going to make you feel even better in a minute.”
I was about to ask what he meant by that when his finger stopped stroking my clit and dipped down inside me. I moaned as he went deep, my body eagerly accepting him, slickness surrounding him. It felt wild and free, my cheeks cold from the wind, the rest of my body hot and flushed.
“Oh, damn, Kitty,” he said, pulling back to stare down at me. “You are so wet and so fucking tight.”
I looked up at him, glasses cleared a little. I couldn’t believe I was pinned to a tree with his enormous finger buried inside me. I stared into his green eyes. I could drown in those eyes. Maybe I already was. “The first is your fault. The second mine.”
Dak gave a soft laugh even as he teased in and out of me. “You act like either is a problem. It’s actually the opposite. They’re both fucking hot.”
Then he shifted the pad of his thumb over my clit while his finger continued to pump in and out of me. I felt trapped, in the best way possible, an urgent need building deep inside me. I moved my hips so that I met his touch in a sexy collision.
“That’s it,” he said. “Fuck my finger, Kitty.”
I realized that’s exactly what I was doing. And I was also aware that it could be his cock if I wanted it to be. How was it even possible that this was happening? Except it felt more real than anything ever had in my entire life. Before, his flirtatious offer had felt surreal. Now that he was touching me, I felt every inch of my body, and a heightened awareness in my most intimate places.
He kissed me again, a deep, passionate kiss, while his fingers still did their magic, and that was all I needed. I came hard against him, my cries swallowed by Dak. His mouth took mine over and over as I rode out the waves of ecstasy, my body clenching around his touch.
Finally, his stroking slowed and he pulled away to gaze down at me. “That was sexy as hell,” he said.
I was breathing hard, hot inside the thick coat and hat. I eased my tight grip on his arms and gave a soft laugh. “Agreed. Thank you for that.”
Dak eased his finger out of me. “Trust me, the pleasure was all mine. You had a stressful day. I think you needed that.”
“I did.” Though it felt like I needed more. I licked my bottom lip, trying to envision how we proceeded from here. I was ready to rip my V card in half and toss it over my shoulder but I wasn’t sure that would actually work in this cold and bark-filled setting. “Now what?”
Dak zipped up my jeans, though he didn’t redo the snap. He gave me a deep kiss. “Now we cut down a Christmas tree.”
“Nothing else?” I asked, glancing down at his crotch. He had a clear thick erection.
“Nope.” He adjusted the hat on my head and gave me a smile. “Let’s do this.”
Do what? That was the real question. I had no clue what we were doing. What I was doing. Nothing had changed. I would still be emotionally destroyed if I had sex with Dak and he stopped talking to me. I would also be emotionally destroyed if I lost my job.
And yet… I wanted the chance to feel Dak everywhere. Deep inside of me. Making me understand what it meant to fully be a woman, to know the most intimate pleasure imaginable.
Damn it. I peeled myself off the tree. I was caving and I couldn’t even blame it on him. Not entirely.
Technically, I had already caved, given I was fresh off having his finger buried inside me. To remind myself why I was actually there, and to try to gather my orgasm-shattered wits, I decided to make a comment about work.
“And to think, I’m getting paid overtime right now.”
He cupped my cheeks and laughed.
That might have been the wrong comment.
“Kitty, you are very adorable.”
* * *
Dak
Eloise just smiled at me, a simple but sexy smile. I stepped back and rubbed my jaw. The motion brought the scent of her sweet tangy desire to my nostrils. Damn, it had felt amazing to get her off. She’d broken easily, her tight pussy clinging to my finger. I adjusted my dick in my jeans, needing more room.
I’d almost forgotten what we were even doing in the woods. I just wanted to throw her over my shoulder and cart her off to a hotel.
But I needed to be patient. She needed me to get her there, slowly, easing her in to the reality of having sex with me. Of having a big cock inside her.
The anticipation was killing me but I also was enjoying it. There would only be one first night between us and I wanted it to be everything Kitty had dreamed of.
Right now, she was so beautiful in her sweet innocence and sexual desire I felt like I did when a three-hundred-pound lineman landed on me. Knocked on my ass. I pulled my phone out of my pocket. I wanted to capture this moment, where she smiled at me, her cheeks pink from pleasure, her lips swollen from my kisses.
But I couldn’t let her know what I was doing or she would panic and think I was tweeting. So I palmed the phone so she couldn’t see it and picked up the chainsaw. “Let’s go. Do you see any trees you like?”
“I’m very bad at estimating size,” she said. “I wouldn’t trust me to pick one out. I always underestimate how big something is.”
That made me laugh. “So how big do you think I am?”
“Six-five.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
Eloise made a face and held her fingers up somewhere in the range of eight inches. “I only caught a glimpse.”
“You groped me too, by the way. Right in the Chip and Joanna.”
She pursed her lips. “I stand by my estimate.”
“Good guess.” Though I had never actually taken a tape measure to it. Maybe I would have her do that someday. That would be highly entertaining because she would take that shit very seriously.
Eloise didn’t say anything. She just started walking ahead of me, adjusting the knit hat on her head. I opened my camera and held up my phone. “Hey, Eloise?”
“Yes?” She turned to glance at me over her shoulder.
I took multiple photos using the burst feature. Her jaw dropped.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking a picture of you.”
“Don’t post that! It’s not on brand.”
“Oh, trust me, this is private. Just for me.” I flipped through the images. She looked exactly what she was—a woman who had just had an orgasm. Her reflection showed her flushed and satisfied and happy.
Perfection.
“You look beautiful in the woods.”
“You need to behave yourself,” she told me.
I gave her a grin. “I thought you knew me better than that. Besides, I’m not the one who just had an orgasm.” I tucked my phone back in my pocket.
“That was your fault,” she said.
“Guilty. Now pick a tree, any tree. I don’t even know why my mother wants a tree this early. It will be nothing but dried-up needles by Christmas.”
“This one,” Eloise said.
As I followed her finger pointing, I was a little afraid she’d gone Charlie Brown on me. That seemed like Eloise’s style. Save the sad little tree. But it was a big robust spruce. “Nice one.”
She gave a little shriek and covered her ears when I fired up the chainsaw.
Eloise looked entirely out of her element, which for whatever reason I found fucking adorable. So adorable I wondered why I wasn’t actually terrified by that reaction. Nothing about the way I was feeling was standard fare for me. But I wasn’t terrified. I was enjoying every single second of it.
“How do we get this back?” she asked after it fell to the ground.
Sometimes her questions were clear as mud. “What do you mean? Haul it.” I had a bungee cord and I wrapped it around the trunk.
“I was never a Girl Scout,” she said, like that explained something.
“Remind me not to go on a survival reality show with you.” We weren’t that far from the truck. I had mostly taken her in circles, just wanting to find the right moment to kiss her.
Interestingly, she might not be a hiking pro, but she was smart. She drew up short when after a two-minute walk we reached the truck. Her nose wrinkled. I waited for her to ask me about it, but she didn’t. She just hopped up into the passenger side while I tossed the tree in the cab.
“You’re quiet,” I said, when I got in the driver’s seat. Eloise didn’t have a big mouth like me, but she wasn’t necessarily a silent person either.
“It’s been a long day,” she said.
“A good one?” I asked, then kicked myself mentally. What kind of a pussy asked for validation like that? I had never done that. Seriously. Never. It was like an alien had taken over my brain and my mouth.
It was that moment I knew I was fucked.
I was falling fast for Kitty and we hadn’t even had sex yet.
For a woman who proclaimed herself a nerd and inexperienced with men, Eloise was damn comfortable with me. She smiled and snaked her hand over to pat my thigh. “It was weird,” she said.
That made me laugh.
“But a good weird.”
I laid my hand over top of hers and stroked the soft skin. “I’d agree with that. You did open an airplane bathroom door on me.”
“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”
“Hell, no.” I started up the engine and pulled down the gravel drive toward the house. “I’ll probably even punish you for it when you least expect it.”
“Oh, really?” Eloise sounded so intrigued and excited I groaned.
“Really.” A glance over at her showed her eyes were wide behind her lenses and she was sliding the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip. “Now stop that before I break one of my most basic rules about fooling around in my parents’ house and I sneak into your room later.”
For some reason her hand went to her jeans and she lifted her butt slightly.
“What the hell are you doing?” She was killing me. I was going to die from the world’s biggest boner.
“That reminded me my pants are still undone. I’m snapping them before we go back in the house. I don’t want your mother to suspect anything.”
My mother already suspected a whole hell of a lot.
And she wasn’t wrong.
“Kitty, you are something else.”
She really was. And I hadn’t been tempted to tweet all day. Not once.
Chapter Seven
Dak
* * *
“Go, go, go!” Eloise was shouting at the TV, leaning forward on the sofa in my parents’ family room.
My father was in his leather recliner next to me, a beer in his hand. He shot me an amused look. “She really is a football fan, isn’t she?”
I nodded. “Yep.”
We had an enjoyable dinner, with my family interested and engaged with Eloise, asking her questions but not grilling her. The conversation had flowed, and it had been an enjoyable meal. My dad and siblings seemed chill and to have no clue that Eloise might be something special. My mom clearly knew what was up but she didn’t say or do anything that would embarrass the shit out of me.
After dinner, we had migrated to the family room to watch Thursday night football on my dad’s massive TV. Eloise held her phone in her hand, constantly checking her stats, and she had trouble sitting still. Her knee bounced up and down and she clenched and unclenched her right fist. I would have liked to be sitting on the sofa next to her but Jagger had claimed that spot. He seemed to be fascinated by Eloise, which was interesting. It didn’t seem to be a crush so much as he found her curious.
