The Way We Play (Bradford Boys #2)

Chapter 17

17

Zane

“ W e could take a detour. I’m sure Miss Gina wouldn’t mind if we were a few minutes late.” Rachel blinks coy eyes at me from the passenger’s side of the Jeep.

When we emerged from the pool area last night at Cooters & Shooters, I was already strategizing how we might find a way to be alone for longer than fifteen minutes.

Her body is so beautiful, and she responds so quickly to my touch. I’m out of patience. I’ve reached the limit of my control, and as much as I want her to have a memorable first experience, I really want to fuck her.

It doesn’t help my resolve that she overtly feels the same way.

Everyone was excited after the dinner dance party last night. Miss Gina and Claws hung around the kitchen “meeting the chef,” and Gloria was in full sales-mode, signing everyone up for the pool tournament.

Eddie Nashville is the main attraction, and even if he stayed at a safe distance from the crowd, stroking Smokey the whole time, I think he was pleased.

It was the first time in a long time we all went to bed at the same time, and I fell asleep waiting for the house to get quiet. I had a mind to sneak across the hall for one more hit of Rachel’s kisses.

All my carefully laid plans, my resolution that it’s better for me to be alone seem to have flown out the window. I was actually considering going back to the house last night after Edward’s pool lesson—until Sam Allen showed up.

The sight of her coming on my hand changed all my instincts to primal urges.

“We’d be more than a few minutes late.” I glance over at her sitting there in her yoga pants and a hoodie unzipped just enough to give me a teasing glimpse of those perfect tits.

Her blonde hair is in two braids again, and she bites her full lip, doing a little shiver in her seat. I lift the back of her hand to my lips.

Damn this pretty girl sneaking past my walls. She really is a pixie, only now she’s sexy as hell.

“Maybe Miss Gina will take a long nap.” Her eyes widen as she threads her fingers in mine.

“That just leaves Claws.”

A frown curls her upper lip, and she exhales a huff as we approach the large house. We’re still holding hands, and I hate to let her go to shift the Jeep.

Once we’re parked, I walk around to help her out, and I notice the Bentley has a suitcase in the back.

My brow furrows, and I glance up to see the front door is open. “Maybe we won’t have to deal with Claws after all.”

“Seriously?” The excitement in her voice forces another grin across my lips.

When was the last time I’ve smiled this much?

“Oh, you’re here.” Miss Gina’s voice is disappointed. “I tried and tried to catch you before you made the drive. ”

“What’s going on?” Rachel looks from the suitcase in the foyer to Miss Gina to Claws digging in her bag.

“We discussed it last night,” the woman explains. “Gigi has agreed to come back with me to Birmingham for Thanksgiving.”

“What?” Rachel’s voice goes high.

“I know!” Miss Gina holds her hand, making a little frown. “I’m going to miss you all next week, but it has been a while since I’ve seen Alexis and her family.”

I glance at the woman standing behind her. “As if spending the holiday with your real family is so outrageous. You’ll be back Saturday.”

“I won’t miss the pool tournament, will I?”

“The tournament is a week from Sunday, so you should be fine.” I step forward and take her suitcase. “I’ll check on things while you’re gone.”

“Of course you will.” Miss Gina pats my shoulder. “But do give yourself a holiday and spend time with your family.”

She and Rachel follow me as I carry the bag to Claudette’s car. She opens the trunk, and I put the suitcase inside.

“I left some cookies for you.” Miss Gina gives Rachel a long hug, and just before she lets her go, she speaks in her ear. “Use my guest house as much as you want.”

“Oh!” Rachel releases her, and the old woman gives her a wink.

Claudette is already in the vehicle with it running. Miss Gina turns one more time, waving in my direction. “Happy Thanksgiving.”

“You too.” Rachel steps back, standing in the driveway as they pull away.

She waves as if Miss Gina can see her, and I return to the house slowly, looking around the vast, empty space. The Christmas tree is lit, and it’s covered in tinsel and clear, plastic ornaments with red and green beads on them.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I think about what this means .

The door closes softly behind me, and Rachel enters the room. “That was a surprise. I guess we have a week off.”

Her voice is quiet, and I feel her presence at my back as an electric charge flows through the air. My chest is tight, and I slide a hand over the hunger in my stomach.

“I still have to fix that elevator.” Taking a step away, I turn to face her.

“Okay.” Her cheeks are flushed, and she’s breathing faster.

Her lips part, and her green eyes are wide and wanting.

Exhaling a rough noise, my hands fist and loosen at my sides. That invisible force strengthens between us, pulling with intense power. It’s physically painful to resist.

“I should work…” I try to say, but it’s a weak protest.

She blinks once, nodding. “Of course.”

I don’t move. My jaw clenches, I’m moving as the words slip out on sandpaper. “Fuck it.”

In only a few steps I’m on her, colliding with a crash of groans and whimpers. Her hands are in my hair. My hands are on her body, under her hoodie, sliding higher until my fingers find her sports bra.

She steps back, whipping the jacket over her head and removing the bra. I’m doing the same, unbuttoning my shirt as fast as I can, swearing at the tightness of the buttons.

Her hands join mine, helping me, and when it’s halfway there, I rip it over my head.

We’re together again, skin against skin, mouths united, and another deep groan rumbles from my chest. Our lips part, and our tongues collide, tasting and kissing, mint and water and grape candy.

I lift her off her feet, and her legs wrap around my waist. Miss Gina’s guest house is right off the main house. Her pelvis rocks against my erection, and I carry her to the door leading out to the patio. Soft lips trail kisses along my neck, up to my ear, pulling the lobe between her teeth.

“I can’t believe it,” she gasps. “It’s a Thanksgiving miracle. ”

A laugh vibrates in my chest, and I open the door to the small cottage. It’s bright and cheery and cool, with a king-sized bed made up in white linens. Flowers are on the side table, and I place Rachel on her feet while I step into the bathroom for a towel.

When I return, her back is to me. She’s standing in front of the dresser, where a plate of cookies sits, and she’s holding a note.

“It says, Enjoy .” Her lips press into a grin, and she glances over her shoulder. “That sly little lady—she planned the whole thing!”

“At least we have her permission.” I cross the bedroom, ripping the blankets back and spreading the towel over the mattress. “I’ve been tested. I’m good, but I’m glad to use a condom?—”

“It’s okay. I have an implant.”

She turns to face me, and when I see her in full, my breath stutters in my chest. My fingers curl, and my cock jumps.

“Damn, Rachel.” Hunger thickens my voice. “You’re beautiful.”

Pink flares in her cheeks, and her bottom lip slips between her teeth. “Nothing you haven’t seen before.” It’s a light tease, and she steps forward, reaching for the waist of my jeans. “My turn to see you. Finally.”

I don’t move as her slim fingers unfasten my belt, then the top button. She lightly grazes my stomach as she works, and my muscles tense. I’m a live wire, and the air crackles around us.

She lowers the zipper slowly, and as she slides her hands over my hips, pushing the heavy denim down, my cock bobs free, thick and ready.

“Oh, my God!” She wraps her fingers around it.

Her thumb slides over my tip, which is coated in precum. It feels so damn good. Then she smooths her hand down my shaft, and I exhale a groan.

She looks up at me again. “Can I? ”

Her voice trails off, and her eyes are fixed on the movement of her hand, gliding up and down, thumb crossing the tip.

“You can do anything you want.” I reach for her waist. “We have all day.”

Holding my arms, she moves me to sit on the bed. Then she drops to her knees, guiding the tip of my cock to her full lips and parting them. I’m hypnotized watching her pull it into her mouth, keeping her green eyes round and fixed on mine.

My hips rock, and I groan, the muscle in my jaw tensing as I fight the orgasm surging through my pelvis. Reaching out, I thread my fingers in the side of her hair as her head bobs faster.

She leans forward, taking me to the back of her throat, and my ass flexes. “Fuck, Rachel.” It’s too good, and I’ve waited too long. “Come here.” Reaching for her, I lift her to her feet again.

“Did I do it wrong?” Her eyes are watery, and her lips are glistening red and swollen.

She looks like a fucking wet dream.

“No, baby, you did it exactly right.” I grasp the sides of her tight yoga pants, trying to get them off her. “I nearly shot down your throat.”

“Let me.” She bends down, pushing them off her body and taking her underwear with them.

When she straightens, she’s fully naked, and I nearly fall to my knees. Dusty-pink nipples point high on her full breasts. Her stomach is flat, but her ass is round and squeezable. Her pussy is bare, and I reach for her hips, pulling her closer to my mouth.

“I’m going to do what I can to make this less painful.” I kiss the place right above her pubic bone, and she sighs a whimper. “It still might hurt.”

Her fingers are in my hair, and she curls them against my scalp. “I know.” Her tone is ready.

Standing beside her, I lift her gently, placing her in the center of the bed. Her knee bends across her thigh, and she tilts her head to the side, green eyes traveling all over my body.

“My sexy, angry god.” A smile curls her lips, and I drop to one knee, wrapping my arms around her thighs and spreading her wide.

“This is mine.” I cover her with my mouth, and her back arches off the bed.

She lets out a loud moan, and I circle my tongue over her clit, sucking and pulling the little bud gently with my lips. Her fingers dive into my hair again, and she squirms closer, pressing her body to my mouth.

I reach up to insert two fingers again, stretching gently, hoping it will help her. Her stomach ripples, and her moans turn to fluttering wails. Her legs stiffen beside me and shake, and I give her two more passes with my tongue before her knees bend, and she comes with a loud cry.

Wetness flows onto my hand, and I reach down to smooth it over the head of my aching cock. Moving higher in the bed, I’m so fucking hard, but I’ve got to take it slow.

My chest is tight. My whole fucking body is tense.

“Tell me if it’s too much.” I lean down, but she holds my neck, rising up to kiss me.

“It’s not.”

Looking down, I grasp my shaft, sliding the tip up and down her wet entrance. When I cross her clit, she moans and arches up to me. I can’t hold back any longer. Spreading her thighs wider, I line up and slowly drive into her.

My eyes are fixed on her glistening pink skin clinging and stretching for me. She’s tight, but her come makes it easier. I flick my gaze to her face, and her eyes are closed. Her back is arched and her lips are parted as if she’s memorizing the sensation.

“Oh, God,” she whispers, and I lean down to kiss her full lips.

Her hands move to my cheeks immediately, and she holds my face, curling her tongue with mine as we kiss deeply. The kiss sends need surging through my body, and I push forward more.

She whimpers into my mouth, and I pull back, looking down to see her virgin body spreading wide, gripping my whole cock almost to the hilt.

“God, Rachel,” I groan. “You feel like heaven.”

When I’m fully seated, I wait, letting her body adjust to what’s happening between us. I’m on my elbows above her, and she lifts her head again, searching for my mouth. I hold her face, covering her lips for another hungry kiss.

“It’s so big.” She whimpers as she devours my mouth. “I’m so full.”

I’m fucking dying with my dick encased in her tight, slippery heat. Everything in me begs to move, but I don’t. I let her lead the way.

We kiss and pull each other’s lips. I trace my mouth along the side of her jaw to her neck, moving higher into her hair behind her ear. She exhales another soft noise.

Her nipples are hard against my chest, and after a moment, I feel her start to move. I almost cry with relief, and I gently begin to thrust. I slide out and carefully push back in.

“Oh, God,” she gasps.

“You okay?” I slide my palm over her forehead.

Her eyes are closed, and her brow furrows. I’m worried it hurts, but she nods quickly. “Do it again.”

Fuck me . I don’t make her ask twice. Still, I keep it slow, rocking my hips gently despite my primitive urge to jackhammer. No way. Not with my beautiful girl.

“That’s it.” She gasps, the tension in her forehead starting to relax. “It’s there.”

Her body moves beneath me, and I realize she’s rocking her hips. She’s meeting my thrusts, and I loosen the reins a bit.

“Tell me if I need to stop.”

She shakes her head, holding my shoulders and bucking her hips. “Don’t stop.”

My hands are behind her shoulders as I thrust a bit harder, a little deeper, and she gasps. Her arms go around my neck, and our bare bodies fit together perfectly .

Her knees bend, and we rock, thrusting and groaning, moving faster. A bead of sweat traces along my temple, and I’m lost in this place, this sensation, this beautiful woman. It’s so much. It’s so good. It’s never been like this. She’s mine.

Pleasure surges up my legs, tightening my ass, jerking through my cock, and I can’t hold back anymore.

“I’m coming…” My jaw is tight, and I feel my cock pulsing deep. “Rachel…”

I’m still thrusting and holding, giving her another long stroke as the orgasm shakes my muscles, my stomach, my arms.

She keeps moving, riding my cock until she holds with a little shudder. “Oh!”

Through my own haze of orgasm I shift to the side, slipping my hand between us and stroking the side of my thumb up and down over her clit until she’s jerking more and wailing louder.

I give her another deep thrust, and a smile splits her cheeks. “Yes!” She gasps, and I do it again until she starts to giggle. “Stop! It’s too much.”

A smile splits my cheeks. “That’s too much?”

Her eyes are closed, and she’s nodding, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and placing her face against my neck. She kisses my skin, tracing her tongue along my throat, and I roll us to the side, pulling her completely to me, cradling her in my arms.

She’s amazing, my beautiful girl. This girl who gave me everything. She’s mine.

A deep sense of satisfaction washes over me, and I can’t believe it. I haven’t felt this calm in years.