Fair Play (Hat Trick, Book 1) (14 page)

With a shuddering sigh, he collapsed on top of Savannah,
hardly having the wherewithal to hold his weight on his elbows as he gasped for
air and groped for his sanity.

He finally registered that he was still attached to the
earth, his only anchor the long, slow glide of Savannah’s hand on his back.

“You okay?”

He laughed. “Yeah.” He lifted his head and looked down at
her. “You?”

Her slow smile would have been answer enough. “Oh. Yes.”

With regret, he shifted, easing back as his cock softened
enough to require he deal with the condom. Her face showed no sign of pain,
only keen disappointment as he slipped from her body.

“I’ll go take care of this and get something to clean us
up.”

She smiled and nodded, already crawling beneath the sheets.

He came back to find her sitting with one of several objects
he’d dumped out of his bedside table resting in her palm. He stopped in the
door and watched for her reaction.

He was relieved to see only curiosity.

“Is this what I think it is?”

He shrugged and moved over to the bed. “It depends on what
you think it is, I suppose.” He tugged down the covers and urged her to lie
back on the pillows.

She didn’t say anything as he wiped down her mons, her
thighs, spreading her legs to wash away her arousal with a warm washcloth. He
tapped her side, indicating she should roll away from him, and she looked at
him curiously again before doing as he asked.

She jumped when he used one hand to spread her cheeks and
gently wiped away the lube coating her anus.

“It’s a butt plug, isn’t it?”

He couldn’t see her face, which, he suspected, was why she’d
chosen that moment to ask. It put him at a distinct disadvantage, though, and
he was unwilling to take any chances. He tossed the washcloth into the hamper
by the bathroom door and rolled her back toward him.

“Yes, it is.”

She bit her lip while looking down at the little plug in her
hand.

He smiled. “Would you like to try it?”

Savannah stared at the cone-shaped device, shivering as
Garrick’s question ran through her mind.
Did
she want to try it?

Yes
.

Garrick climbed into the bed and lay down facing her, his
elbow planted on the mattress, his hand holding up his chin. He hauled the
covers up over them and she was momentarily distracted by the cocoon of warmth
he’d created with comforter and quilts and the heat from their still flushed bodies.

“You don’t have to answer now.” He reached for the plug.

She held it away from him. “No, I want…”

He kicked up one sexy eyebrow when she stumbled to a halt. Crap,
what
did
she want?

She gnawed on her lip. “I’ve never really done any of this
before,” she blurted out.

His slow smile went a long way toward making her feel less
stupid. “You mean anal play? Anal sex?”

She shrugged. “Anal anything,” she admitted. “Until you…I
mean, until just now, I’d never…”
God, Savannah, spit it out
. “I don’t
think I realized it would feel like that. I was curious, but always figured it
was more for the giver than the receiver. Now I know...
wow
on the
receiving part.”

His soft chuckle tickled her ear, the glint in his smiling
eyes mesmerizing. “I remember what that was like. Learning there was a whole
set of sensations no one ever told me about.”

She smiled back, curiosity nipping at her. “Well, how old
were you when that happened? Because at twenty-eight, I’m feeling pretty lame.”
And how had Garrick discovered this new pleasure?

Garrick lifted his eyes to the ceiling. She was about to ask
what was bothering him when he turned back to her, searching her face.

“I trust you.” He said it softly, as if he were speaking to
himself rather than her.

She brushed her fingers down his cheek. “You can tell me
anything.”

He nodded. “I met David in college. I was nineteen.”

She failed to mask her surprise and her eyes went wide
before she could get herself back under control.

“David?” she said, breathless even to her own ears.

His gaze narrowed and a hint of color bloomed in his cheeks.
“Shit. Forget I mentioned it. Please.”

He started to roll away from her but she stopped him with a
tight grip around his arm.

“
No way
,” she said.

He tried to tug his arm free but she held firm.

“No way?”

“Yeah, no fucking way you get to drop that bomb and not give
me all the details.”

He looked decidedly confused. “What?”

“Are you gay?”

Both his eyebrows up. “Do
you
think I’m gay?”

She grinned. “Hell no.”

His lips quivered, a smile almost escaping.

“Okay, it was a dumb question,” she said. “Bi?”

“Technically?” He shrugged. “I guess. Though what you need
to know is that I’m monogamous. Always.”

It was her turn to lift a skeptical brow or two. And not
just because he thought she needed to know he was willing to commit. That
wasn’t where this relationship was going. After tonight, there
was
no
relationship and the only place she’d be going was
away.

“Yes, contrary to my legendary and total pain-in-the-ass
reputation,” he continued, dragging her thoughts back to their intriguing conversation
and away from her disastrous career move earlier that evening, “I’m not a dog,
and I only date one person at a time.”

“One person?”

“One
woman
at a time, for the last decade or so.” He
shrugged. “This is Moncton. I’m a local, a recognizable face and a professional
hockey player. My love life has spent enough time in the paper and on the news.
I haven’t touched a man since I left McGill and the relative anonymity of
college life and Montreal.”

“But—”

“It’s fine. The nice thing about being truly bi is that I
enjoy men and women equally. I haven’t suffered, languishing in the closet for
all these years,” he said with a laugh. “You know, at least
some
of my
reputation was earned.”

“You mean the part where you’re supposed to be a titan in
bed?”

“What do you think?”

“All true.” She kept a straight face until he tickled her ribs,
making her laugh. She fell into him before squirming away from his tormenting
fingers.

“It is true,” he assured her.

Flopping onto her back, she looked up into his face. She
still clutched a butt plug in her hand.

“I do want to try it,” she said quietly.

He stilled. “Yeah?”

“Yes, but on two conditions.”

He nodded.

She gathered her courage, reminding herself she was allowed
to ask for anything she wanted with Garrick. He wouldn’t make fun of her. The
worst he could do was say no.

“I want you to do it too.”

“Do what?”

She drew her arm from under the covers and brought the plug
back into view.

“Oh.”

“Do you have another?” she asked.

“I do.”

“Well?”

“Okay. Condition one can be met,” he agreed slowly. “What’s
the second condition?”

She took a deep breath. “I want you to tell me about what
you’ve done.”

“What I’ve done?”

“With David. With other men.”

His brows drew low over his eyes. “Why?”

“Because it’s hotter than hell.” She reached for his hand
and drew it under the covers and over her belly. “Ever since you said you knew
what these nerve endings were all about from personal experience, I’ve been
trying not to roll over and beg you to have your way with me.” She dipped his
fingers between her legs and dragged them through her swollen folds and the
pool of thick cream.

“Jesus,” he murmured.

“Unless that’s the name of one of the men you’ve been with,
leave him out of this.” She gasped as his fingers flexed and the rough pad of
one finger flicked over her clit. “Just start talking.”

Garrick stared down at Savannah and tried to pry his tongue
from the roof of his mouth.

The old adage about being careful what you wished for ran
through his head. He’d insisted, no,
demanded
she be herself with him. Always.
He’d just never imagined that prim, buttoned-down, straight-laced Savannah
Morrison was a kinky seductress who’d been sent to this earth to rock his
world.

Holy fuck.

With a shake, he tore loose from his paralysis and did the
first thing that came to mind. He kissed Savannah as if his life depended on it.

She met his tongue with equal aggression, her moans loud.
Her body arching to press the plug still resting on her sternum up into his chest
reminded him of the promises he’d just made. Of his confession, the details of
which he was now going to share. He never spoke of David to anyone, hadn’t in
years, but somehow it was all rushing back. Savannah made it easy. Safe. Fun.
Hot.

With a shudder, he broke free from their kiss and let
himself drown in her sultry gaze.

“You’re sure you want to do this?”

She spread her legs wider and used her grip on his wrist to
thrust his fingers farther along her wet slit. “Do I feel like I’m not sure?”

He smiled and swallowed hard.

“David was the first,” he said slowly, trying desperately to
order his thoughts while he flicked his fingers along her swollen labia and
over her clit. He enjoyed her rapt attention even as her body twitched and
writhed.

She didn’t say anything. Didn’t ask questions, just let him
decide where to take them.

He told her how they met, how he’d been so shocked to find
himself attracted to another man. She never looked away from him as he spun the
tale, even when he rolled away to yank open the second bedside table drawer and
retrieve a packet of wipes and another, slightly larger and differently shaped
plug.

He paused in his story when she gave it a curious look,
switching from his history to her education. He wanted this to be good for her,
and a little information could go a long way toward safety and confidence.

“Men have a gland in them,” he said, pointing at the curve
in the larger butt plug, “and if I put this in right, it will hit that gland.”

“That’s good?” she asked.

“Very good.”

“Will you put it in yourself?”

He watched her closely. “If you want, I can coach you
through it, but you have to be careful.”

She shivered. “I want to see you put it in yourself.” Her
whisper was rough.

Now
he
was shivering.
Shit.
She was going to
make him come just telling him all her wonderful dirty thoughts and wishes.

Clamping down on his spiraling need, he sucked in a deep
breath before continuing. “Yours,” he said, pointing to the plug still on her
chest, “is a classic design. The widest part will stretch you as open as you’d
have to be to take my cock.”

She hummed quietly and he reached down to give his balls a
tug. She was killing him.

“We’ll push past that until your muscles lock the cone in
your body, and the anchor” —he pointed to the long narrow foot— “will make sure
it doesn’t get pulled all the way in.”

Her eyes widened and he lifted his plug to distract her.
“Mine has the same thing, see?”

She nodded and he waited while she looked her fill. Soon her
eyes flicked away from his plug and up to his face. “How long were you and David
friends before something happened?”

“Not long. I wanted him right away.” He reached for the lube
and popped the cap, taking her return to the story to mean she was ready to
proceed. He searched her face for any sign of concern or resistance. “We were
out one night, a little drunk, riding the high of nerves and flirtation that I
wasn’t sure was real or imagined, and we stumbled back to my dorm room to
discover my roommate wasn’t there.”

He smiled at the memory as he lowered himself to lie on his
side facing her. “As soon as the door shut behind us, I felt like my feet were
nailed to the floor. The look in his eyes…”

Savannah’s eyes traced his neck and shoulders where
goosebumps rose on his skin. He squeezed lube on his finger and continued. “I
don’t remember if he said a word. I just remember watching him come toward me,
seeing his hand come up to touch my face, and I thought I was going to either pass
out or vomit. Eventually, I started breathing again, which helped, until he
kissed me. Then I was sure I was going to pass out from the blood rushing to my
dick that fast.”

He laughed as he ran his hand over his hip, the covers
shifting with his arm. Savannah’s gaze followed the movement, narrowing before she
sat up and tossed the bedding to the footboard.

“I want to see,” she said.

For the first time in longer than he could remember, Garrick
found himself a little embarrassed in a sexual situation. Not even when he’d
come in his pants with David that first time had he felt this unsure.

“I, uh…”

Savannah leaned in and kissed him, running her hand over his
arm. Encouraging him to go on. With a sigh, he slid his finger down his crack
and traced the lube over his hole.

She switched to nibbling along his neck and out to his
shoulder. He opened his eyes, not at all surprised to find hers already open
and fixed on his ass. He took a deep breath before wriggling the tip of his
finger inside his body.

“Was that the night you discovered anal sex?”

He laughed. “No. God, we were so young, we ended up slammed
against the wall, humping each other like the couple of teenagers we were.”

She smiled. He worked his finger against the tight muscles,
his body responding eagerly to his own caress. Shit, he’d done this recently
enough that it wouldn’t take much to get him there.

“So when did you learn?”

“Soon after that,” he said with a chuckle, easing his finger
free to add more lube, then thrusting it deep. He heard her whimper when he
added a second finger. God, if she thought it
looked
good, what was she
going to do when she felt it?

The image that popped into his mind was so enchanting he had
to shake his head to dislodge it. He returned to his story.

“David was more experienced. He’d had an older boyfriend in
high school. Taught him what no Sex Ed teacher had ever dared to mention.”

“Such as?”

“That you have to stretch the muscles, soften them to
prepare for penetration,” he said through clenched teeth as he spread his
fingers, his belly clenching at the hint of pain and the flood of pleasure. “If
you don’t, you can get hurt.”

She looked away from his hand to meet his gaze. “I’ve heard
it can hurt.”

“It can, but not if you do it right. The problem is that
people aren’t patient.” Even as he said it, his own patience reached its limit
and he drew his fingers from the heat of his ass and picked up the plug. “It
will take longer for you. I’m more…”

She smiled at his hesitation. “Ready?”

“God,” he groaned, his hands shaking as he coated the plug
with lubricant. She watched him carefully. “I can’t honestly believe I’m about
to do this.”

Her eyebrows winged up. “You’ve never done this?”

“Not with an audience. Not while telling said audience about
an ex-boyfriend.” He brought the plug behind him and took a couple deep breaths
through his nose before pressing the tip against his anus. “I’ve never actually
told
any
woman I’ve dated about the boyfriends.”

Savannah’s startled gaze flicked to his face, but his
expression must have told her what she was missing. She immediately looked away
and watched in slack-jawed awe as he shoved the thick plug against his
straining muscles.

The stretch turned to burn and he stopped, enjoying the
high, his eyes closed against the well of pleasure. Hovering there, he felt the
edge begin to dull. He gave the anchor another gentle nudge and eased the plug
the rest of the way into his ass.