The Way We Play (Bradford Boys #2)

Chapter 20

20

Rachel

“ J ack put Austin in the game last night, and Allie said he threw a touchdown pass!” Dylan holds the pot of coffee over my mug, her eyes lit with excitement.

“Oh!” I smile so big. “I bet Allie was screaming.”

“She has no voice.” Dylan laughs, and I smile, thinking how great it is to have friends.

I’ve never had a group like this before, and it’s like I’m part of a real family for the first time in my life.

“What will you do now that Miss Gina’s in Birmingham for the week? Do you have any plans?”

My lips twist, and I think about what I’d like to do all week. His name is Zane Bradford.

“Oh, I don’t know.” I shrug, thinking she probably doesn’t want to hear about my day-long sex marathon with her older brother.

“You’re welcome to hang out with us at the restaurant, but I warn you. I’ll probably put you to work. ”

Sipping my coffee, I wink. “I don’t mind that. You have a fun job.”

“It’ll be pretty dead with people traveling, and we’re closed on Thanksgiving day.”

“No Dare dish?”

“Not this week, and I’m thankful for that.” She exhales a little sigh. “Logan is going to try and work less, so we’ll get to spend some time together. Maybe I’ll take Miss Gina up on her offer to use the guest cottage.”

“You will?” My eyes widen, and I try to remember the state we left it in yesterday in our hurry to get home for Edward. “I’ll get it ready for you.”

“You don’t have to do that!” She presses a hand on my forearm. “I’m perfectly capable of making a bed or airing out the sheets or whatever needs to be done. I wonder how long it’s been since anybody’s used it.”

She might be surprised.

“I don’t mind. I’ve got to run over there today anyway.” And practice some sexy massage on her brother.

“I’ll go with you!” She smiles big, and my heart stops.

“Oh! Ahh…” I exhale a nervous laugh. “You can’t.”

“Why not?” Confusion lines her brow, and my brain is scrambling.

“Because, um, Miss Gina…” Think think … “Oh! Miss Gina is expecting her Christmas gifts to arrive today, and I’m supposed to organize them for her.”

“That’s no problem. I can help you!”

“No, you can’t!” I shake my head. “She got something for you, and it’s supposed to be a surprise.”

Dylan’s confusion melts into a smile. “Are you serious? She didn’t have to do that!”

“I know, but you know she loves the holidays. And she made me promise to organize everything in her Christmas closet.”

“Okay.” Dylan skips over to the sink, and I nearly pass out with relief .

“I’d better eat something.” Lord knows with the things I have planned for today, I don’t want to have to stop for a snack.

I only want one snack. The thought almost makes me laugh, and Dylan’s watching me again.

“I think you’re hiding something.” Her brown eyes narrow, and I shake my head.

“Just Christmas things. Being Santa’s helper is fun.”

“Okay.” She grabs her coffee mug off the counter and goes to the door. “If you finish up early, come down to the restaurant. That brother of yours has been playing pool nonstop.”

That makes me pause. “Is it okay for him to hang out there today? I can take him with me…”

Please say no… Please say no … Please say no…

“No!” Dylan cries, and I almost faint again. “Eddie Nashville is not a problem. In fact, he’s a good helper, and knowing Miss G, she probably got something for him, too.”

“Let me know if you need me to come back for any reason.”

She waves, making a little pfft noise as she heads out the door. “I would like to do yoga with you again if you have time?”

“It’s a date! Let’s get together this week at the park.”

“I’ll tell Allie.”

“Text me!” She trots out the door, and I stand at the sink, watching her skip down to the restaurant through the kitchen window.

“That was close.” The deep male voice behind me sends a thrill straight to my core, and I turn when I feel the heat of his body at my back.

“I didn’t really lie. Miss G did order Christmas gifts for everyone. I’m just not sure if they’re all coming today.”

“I know something that is coming today.” He leans down, covering my lips with his, and I sigh, opening my mouth and curling our tongues.

It’s warm liquid in my veins and heat in my core. “I’ll grab my bag, and we can take off. I’m eager to test out this new massage. ”

His brow lowers over blue eyes, making my body hum. “Me too.”

A palette of blankets and towels are spread on the wooden platform Zane built under the arch, laden with green leaves. It’ll be covered in pink bougainvillea again when spring comes, but today, we’re surrounded by the scent of cool air and warm woods from the massage oil.

The hush of ocean waves drifts quietly around us from the speakers overhead, and I let the plush robe fall from my shoulders, placing it on the massage table above us.

I’m completely naked, and turning to face him. In this setting, outdoors, with the cool air and the open breeze, it’s like we’re the only people on Earth.

He sits in front of me on the makeshift bed. He’s also naked, and his cock thickens as I move closer. Ice-blue eyes darken, and I tremble with anticipation. I’m so ready, I might come from one touch alone.

“Lie on your stomach.” I place a pillow under his head, and he does as I say, placing a hand under his cheek. “First we oil.”

Taking the bottle, I pour a liberal amount into my palms before spreading it all over his toned back. His body is so beautiful, long and muscular and athletic. When he’s covered, I pour a generous amount of oil over my bare breasts and stomach.

“I’m not using the traditional seaweed gel, but I think the results will be the same.” My voice is quiet, and he slides his palm along the side of my calf.

“When you put this body on mine, I’m sure they will.” The promise in his voice tickles my core.

“It’s also edible, so…”

His groan sends a thrill through my stomach, making me exhale a nervous laugh, and I pour more along the back of his legs, his firm ass, then on my thighs and arms.

“Here goes.” I lift my leg to straddle his waist, lowering my entire torso onto his, my breasts flattening against his back, my cheek against his shoulder blade.

We both exhale a sigh as our bare skin unites. My eyes close, and my muscles relax. Then I start to move, sliding my front up and down his back. The heat between us grows as the oil allows me to use my weight to massage him.

I slide lower, bending my knees but keeping my breasts in contact with his butt, and I raise my hands up, circling my thumbs in the thick muscles of his shoulders, spreading my fingers from his spine outward following the lines of his physique.

“That feels really good.” He groans, eyes closed as his cheek rests on his hand.

“It gets better.” A grin touches my lips, and his chest vibrates with a chuckle.

Rising into a sitting position again, I slide forward on his ass to straddle him and rock my hips, grinding my crotch against his lower back. The sensation is instant, sending surges of pleasure radiating into my clit.

My lips part, and I exhale little gasps with every rock. Leaning forward, I grip his forearms, still undulating against him. My breasts press against his shoulder blades as I grind, and my lips are at his ear.

“Fuck, Rachel,” he groans.

Sitting up, I carefully turn, so I’m now facing his feet, still massaging his lower back between my thighs. This time when I lean forward, I rub my thumbs down to his calves. My stomach presses on his ass, and I kiss him there.

“Shit,” he hisses. “It’s getting harder to stay on my stomach.”

“One more effleurage , and you can turn.”

Sitting up, I bring my feet in front of me and slide down so my butt slides up and down the backs of his thighs. “Feel that?”

Another deep groan. “I’m feeling a lot of things right now. ”

A laugh tickles my stomach, and I slide all the way off before crawling up his side and touching his shoulder. “Roll over now.”

He sits up, and his face is even with mine. He hesitates, meeting my gaze with hungry blue eyes, and I blink down to his lips. Our noses are almost touching, and I dip forward, pressing my mouth to his briefly before moving away, straddling his firm abdomen.

He leans back, watching me slide lower with a grin on his lips. His cock is a steel rod extending to his navel. Reaching up, I grip his shoulders as I slide higher, and our mouths meet. His hands are at his sides, but I cup the back of his neck, and this time our tongues curl and circle.

He lifts one hand, smoothing it up to the back of my neck before sliding it down to my ass, tracing his fingers along the line between my legs. A soft moan slips from my lips, and I arch to meet him.

I rest my elbow beside his shoulder, and we’re making out as I move my body, as he slides his fingers back and forth over my clit. I’m so hot and shivering with need, but I move away from that source of pleasure. Placing my pussy over his cock, I rock my hips back and forth, massaging his penis with my clit. It’s electric.

“Rachel,” he groans, dropping his head back as I continue moving up and down his erection.

His back arches higher, and I use my oiled-up hands to squeeze and massage his cock, passing my fingers over his mushroom tip and down his shaft as I rock my hips lower, against his balls.

“I’m going to come in your hands.” It’s a husky growl, and I feel his orgasm tensing his dick as I work him faster. “Put it inside you.”

“That’s not part of Nuru,” I tease, and he grips my ass in response as if he’ll do it himself.

Leaning forward, I rise onto my knees to lick his lips and slide my tongue with his once more, still holding onto his hard cock before lowering again and guiding it inside me.

“Oh,” I sigh as he spears my aching core.

I rock my hips again, and he sits up, gripping my butt in both hands and moving me up and down his length, pressing my clit against his lower belly so I get the right amount of friction on my most sensitive spot.

My head falls back, and his mouth covers my hard nipples, biting and sucking. Loud moans scrape through my throat, and he growls against my skin.

I want his mouth. Straightening, we kiss again, licking and making out. I’m utterly lost in sensation. Riding him, kissing him this way, and as we move faster, as our grinding grows hungrier, my orgasm spins tighter in my lower belly. He lifts me, and I rise onto my knees, whimpering, eyes closed as I chase the gorgeous release just within my grasp.

He moans, chanting my name, and all at once, the earth moves, shattering bliss rockets through my core. My body tenses, and I break into shudders. The orgasm is so hard it ricochets through me, down to the arches of my feet and up to the top of my head.

I’m enveloped in sparkling light, and he groans louder as he comes, jerking and releasing deep inside me. His loud, orgasmic moans thrill me, making me come a little more. I love the way he loses control with me.

We ride out these delicious waves together, wrapped in each other’s arms, breathing fast. We rock slower, gently hugging each other as we come down again, relaxed and so satisfied.

Blinking slowly, I lift my face to meet his eyes. They’re warm and brimming with affection, it almost makes me want to cry. How did this happen?

We didn’t even like each other when I arrived. Or maybe we always did, but for some reason we tried to fight it? All I know is in his arms is where I’m supposed to be.

“I’ve never done anything like that.” His voice is gentle. “ I like you touching me that way. It was incredibly hot, but relaxing.”

“I guess that’s why they call it erotic massage.” I tease, sliding my nose along his cheek and kissing him softly.

His brow furrows. “But you did all the work. I have to massage you now.”

I’m logy and content, but if he’s feeling up to it. “Okay.”

“Get on your stomach.”

Exhaling a little laugh, I do as he says, stretching out on my stomach on the palette and resting my cheek on the back of my hand.

He lifts the oil bottle, and I sigh as he glides his large palms over my shoulders. It does feel so relaxing and loving the way he touches me. He’s not a trained masseuse, but he does a good job circling his thumbs over the muscles in my neck and shoulders.

“That’s good.” A smile lifts the corner of my mouth.

“Just wait.” He slides his hands down to the arch of my back, then lower. “Have I mentioned you have a sexy ass?”

“No,” I giggle.

“I love watching you walk away.” His thumbs circle my butt cheeks, and the sensation makes me wet. “As long as you come back.”

His thumbs move lower, between my legs, and I exhale another moan when he wraps his fingers around my clit, giving it long strokes while his thumb tips into my core. He leans forward, tracing his lips up the line of my back, and surges of electricity follow in his wake.

I just came incredibly hard, but he’s fanning the lingering embers, bringing them back to life. He slides his hands to my waist, and I start to shiver.

“Roll onto your back.” It’s a low command.

Doing as he says, I sit up, meeting his lips before I lie down again. Cupping his cheeks, I hold him to me, inhaling his warm scent mixed with the herbal scents and the oil. He holds my back, leaning forward as he helps me recline .

When he straightens, he studies me a moment before tracing his palms around my breasts. “I love these.” Then lightly down my sides and over my hips. “So beautiful,” he muses, and I’m floating.

Mimicking my actions, he straddles my body, bracing his weight on his knees. His cock is thick and heavy over me, and I want him so much again. He moves lower, down my legs before sliding his flat tongue up and down my clit. I exhale a moan.

His tongue continues circling, and the heat in my belly bursts into flames. It won’t take much after his deliberate strokes, his careful caresses. His palms are on my hips, and when my orgasm breaks, he rises up, kissing me and parting my legs.

Thrusting his hard cock arches my back off the blankets. I rotate my hips, working his cock in my core. His fingers massage my clit, and I’m screaming with pleasure. I’m wetter than I’ve ever been, and the touch of his hands, the hardness of his cock, the sound of his moans… it’s transplendent.

I’m aware of everything, his strength, his bare skin, our movements like we’re dancing to our own primitive music. My muscles flutter and spasm, and I whimper as my orgasm vines through my legs and up through my stomach.

He thrusts two more times before holding, eyes closed, body rigid as his cock pulses, again filling me with climax.

Reaching forward, he lifts me in a firm embrace. Strong arms hold me, and our hearts beat loudly as one. It’s the most intense experience I’ve ever had.