I cup her between her legs at our connection and she stops begging.
She wants marks, I’ll leave a mark.
I kiss her throat over her pulse point, lick the throbbing vein, and then suck.
Her body locks up. I keep up my slow pace, but thrust deeper while sucking harder. I bite her gently and close my eyes as my release coils at the base of my spine.
She tries to buck against me but she’s locked in place with my hand and my mouth. Soon her body spasms and she gasps and falls limp. I release her neck, lick at the purple spot I left behind, and thrust one more time when my orgasm crashes into me hard enough to nearly knock me off my feet.
I take us both down to the bed, her on her side and me behind her. For minutes I hold her, surprised she hasn’t pushed me away and gone in search for her keys to go home.
“I need to go take care of this condom. Don’t sneak out on me while I’m gone.” I nuzzle her neck. “I’m not done with you yet.”
The corner of her mouth ticks up on one side, a soft, satisfied and exhausted smile. “I can’t run until the feeling in my legs comes back so I think you’re safe.”
I hike myself up off the bed and cross to the bathroom. With her back towards me I take advantage and memorize how gorgeous she looks, naked on my bed. I follow the feminine line from her shoulder to the dip of her waist and the flare of her hip that tapers into long, thin legs. Her fragile exterior calls to my inner caveman who wants to possess, dominate, and protect. But her inner strength calls to my intellect, the part of me who wants a woman to fight back. A woman who refuses to be walked over. A woman the polar opposite of the woman who raised me.
I shake off that thought and take care of business in the bathroom, grateful to find Emery in the same position I left her. I pull back the bed sheets and she sleepily scoots beneath them. I join her, gathering her into my arms.
“Don’t get your hopes up,” she whispers. “I plan to sneak out in the middle of the night.”
I smile into her still damp hair that smells of chlorine and wild flowers. “I’d love to see you try.”
Chapter Fourteen
Emery
I wake with a gasp in Theodore’s dimly lit room. I didn’t mean to fall asleep, only to rest my sore, aching body after he put me through a sexual endurance test, which I’m proud to say I passed.
He woke me sometime around two o’clock in the morning and we had sex in that slow, annoying way that I hate, although I can’t complain about the result. I’ve never had orgasms this intense. Maybe I don’t hate it as much as I thought.
I brush my fingertips across the tender spot on my neck and remember his bruising bite. Flutters erupt in my stomach and I turn to see his wide muscular back covered in colorful tattoos that stretch all the way to the round, firm globes of his ass. In the dim light I can barely make out the marks my nails left behind.
The dim light… shit!
I slip from the bed and don’t see my bra and panties anywhere. My clothes are still by the pool. I’ll have to come back another day to claim my underwear. I grab whatever is in one of Theodore’s drawers and slip it over my head realizing it’s a ribbed undershirt ten sizes too big. I tiptoe from his bedroom, closing the door as softly as I can. The house is quiet and as I sneak downstairs I cringe as the old wood creaks beneath my feet. I get to the kitchen, walk quickly to the backdoor and dart outside to gather my clothes. Once I’m back in the kitchen I toss my things on the counter and pull off Spider’s tank. The back door bursts open and I whirl around to see Kaipo and Loren, shirtless and sweat-soaked, staring at me.
“Holy shit,” Loren says, his gaze fixed on my bare legs.
“God bless America,” Kaipo says with little emotion as his eyes are also below my waist.
In my rush to cover up I gathered Theodore’s shirt at my breasts leaving me completely exposed from the chest down.
A few beats of awkward silence pass between me and the two living statues before I finally say, “Good morning.”
Loren blinks.
Kaipo’s mouth gapes.
I hold out my arms exposing my entire naked body. “Come on, guys, it’s not like I have anything you haven’t seen before.”
A high-pitched wheeze comes from Kaipo’s throat and Loren sputters inaudibly.
I sigh, realizing both men are clearly incapable of stringing words together in front of a naked woman. I pity their girlfriends. “Right, well, I’ll just finish getting dressed and be out of your hair—”
“No rush….um…” Loren clears his throat, his eyes on my naked ass. “You uh…” He coughs. Twice. “Take your time.” His voice cracks.
I hide a smile and reach for my khaki pants, shaking them out before slipping my leg inside.
“Forgetting something?” Theodore’s lazy drawl sounds from the other side of the kitchen. His tall, six-foot frame is propped against the doorway as he dangles my bra and panties from one finger.
“I looked everywhere for those.”
He pushes up off the wall, sauntering to me in nothing but cut off sweatpants. My eyes dip to the bulge between his legs making him chuckle softly. “I couldn’t let you get away with sneaking out of my bed.” He dangles my undergarments and I snag them from his hand.
Rather than put them on I pull up my khaki pants and shove them in my pocket. “I have to get the truck back or you guys are going to be missing a coach at today’s game.”
