Game Saver (4 page)

“God, I’ve missed that tongue of yours,” I moan as he licks, flicks, and sucks like a master. “Maybe you could patent it. Call it the Carsen method.”

His dancing eyes meet mine, and he hums against my sensitive clit, causing me to arch my back and push my hips forward.

“I take it you’ve missed my mouth then?” Not waiting for a response, he adds his talented finger to the mix, slowly pushing one deep inside of me.

“God, yes,” I rasp, gyrating my hips in a silent plea.

Dropping his lips back down, he rolls his tongue forward and back at a dizzying speed, igniting sparks deep inside me as he adds another finger, curling it to brush against my G-spot. “Good. So damn good.”

I writhe on the mattress, my hands cupping my breasts and gently squeezing my nipples. My gaze drops down to watch him, his dark eyes meeting mine as he growls against my most sensitive spot. “Come for me, Spitfire. Ride my face and fucking come,” he growls and with two more deep thrusts of his fingers, I shatter, my climax decimating me.

My voice is hoarse as I cry out, thrusting hard against him. He doesn’t stop though—he keeps at me, his mind-blowing assault continuing, and orgasm number two slams into me on the back of number one.

He slowly brings me back down to earth, gently peppering kisses up my body, sliding his naked skin against mine. My hands grip his head and pull his mouth to mine, my tongue diving in to meet his, and I moan when I taste myself.

“Fuck,” he says gruffly, sinking his teeth into my bottom lip, tugging it before moving back to look down at me. He rolls his hips, his long, hard cock grinding against my sensitive core. “I need to be inside you.”

“Condom, top drawer,” I spit out hurriedly. “I need—”

“I’ll give you what you need,” he murmurs against my lips, his arm reaching out to the nightstand and blindly rifling through the drawer until he finds what he needs, pulling it out and ripping the foil packet open. His hand dives between us, and as he braces himself on one arm above me, I reach down and snatch the rubber out of his hand, slowly rolling it down his rock-hard length. Adding a squeeze at the base, I give him a few firm strokes before lifting my hips and lining him up. Then, with our eyes locked together, he gives me that über-sexy smile of his that says he’s gonna get some before simultaneously slamming into me and crashing his lips down on mine.

Some people may frown on my behavior, but they’re not me. They’re not the ones who walk in my shoes and have to live with my choices.

Life is life, and sex is sex. Sometimes it leads somewhere—something that hasn’t happened for me yet—and sometimes it’s just two people having fun, sharing bodily fluids and hopefully orgasms before going their separate ways.

There’s nothing wrong with it, as long as you’re both on the same page.

Due to my two jobs and the times of day I work them, my social life—in particular my love/sex life—has expectedly suffered. I have friends, I have my parents and four—yes
four
—brothers who I’m all very close to, but thankfully, I’ve never been the type of woman who has to be with a man just for the sake of it.

I have needs, yes, but I also have the means to deal with them. I’m a modern woman who takes care of number one first and foremost—me.

But lying in bed with Doctor Hottie beside me—again—having been well and used and abused in the best possible way, I wonder if I’m missing out on something.

My body aches in a way you know when you’ve been fucked and fucked well. Actually, that doesn’t even cover it. I could go months without sex and still feel sated and satisfied with what Cade gave me last night. The man knows what he’s doing and proved yet again that he’s a high achiever in
every
way possible.

I roll onto my side, taking in a fucking gorgeous sleepy Cade, his eyes half-open and hazy, a small grin tugging at his lips. “Morning,” he says roughly.

“Hey. I thought for sure you’d sleep in.”

“Why sleep when there are much better things to do?” He moves his arm under the cover, gliding his hand up my thigh, over my hip and cupping my ass in his big hands.

I smile and copy his move, except I go in with gusto and go straight for his gloriously hard cock, wrapping my fingers around him and giving a squeeze. “Like this?” I ask as I slowly slide my hand up over the tip and back down.

He groans and moves quick-as-a-flash to hover over me, cupping my breast and bracing himself on the bed.

His gaze drops to where his thumb brushes over my hard nipple. A jolt of heat shoots straight down to the
V
zone. I arch my back, wanting more, my grip tightening as I continue torturing him.

Dipping his head, he captures my bottom lip in his teeth, nipping sharply before soothing the sting with a swipe of his tongue.

The last thing I remember before passing out from exhaustion after round three is just how much I enjoy Doctor Hottie’s bedside manner.

Flat on my back with Abi draped over my right side, an idea comes to me. If I had a date for the campaign launch, my mother would stop trying to set me up with one of her friends’ daughters. She’d stop being so hell-bent on marrying me off to a socialite Stepford-wife-in-training and—hopefully—finally let me live my own life. It would also give me the opportunity to get to know Abi outside of the bedroom.

I envy my brother. He got out early, escaping Mom’s expectations and attempts at finagling beneficial relationships for her children. Callie—three years older than us boys—has been through it all, including cotillion, etiquette classes, and debutante balls. It was one of the proudest moments of my life when she came home two years ago with her now husband Jonathan, a marine biologist who works at Shedd Aquarium. He had no family connections and was definitely not what my mother would consider an ‘ideal’ partner for a Carsen.

My sister didn’t give a fuck, and a year later—after a civil ceremony at City Hall—she held a small, intimate ceremony in my parents’ back garden to keep the peace. She’s now three months pregnant with their first child—and the first Carsen grandchild of this generation.

“Can I ask you something?” Abi’s fingers that were mindlessly playing with the sparse hair over my pecs pause minutely before resuming their surprisingly relaxing strokes.

“Does it involve round four? Because I might need a nap before we go again,” she replies, her lips curling up against my shoulder.

“I like your way of thinking, but this is more of a favor.”

She puts a hand in the bed and pushes her torso up, not at all bashful or self-conscious about her breasts being out and proud—and rather distracting. My arm resting on her hip drops down to cup her delectable ass, settling in like it was lost and now it’s found.

“What is it?” she asks.

“I have a function I have to go to in two weeks, and my mother threatened to sic one of her friends’ single daughters on me as my plus one.”

She tilts her head and smirks. “Not keen on having a socialite on your arm?”

I run my fingers through my hair and sigh. “Do you know my surname?”

“We didn’t exactly do much talking the first time we met.”

“You made a lot of noise though,” I muse with a shit-eating grin. That first time with Abi was fucking mind-blowing. I can’t believe it took so long for another romp.

“So did you, but I like using my mouth for other things.”

Fuck, this girl is killing me. My cock barely goes soft before she wakes him up again.

“I seem to remember a sex battle with Dani and Zach though,” she says with a smirk.

“Don’t remind me,” I groan. “It took me months to not think about it whenever I saw him.”

“You didn’t seem to care at the time.”

I glide my hand up her spine and tangle my fingers in her hair, her body leaning into mine as I tug her down to brush my lips against hers. Pulling her back, I’m gratified by the sexy-as-fuck glazed look on her face.

“So you don’t know anything about my family?”

“I know you’re a doctor, I know your name is Cade. You know all of Dani’s friends and together, we’re dynamite in bed. Do I need to know more?”

I chuckle and slowly run my hand up and down her bare back. “I’d like you to, but you should probably know what you’re getting in to before you agree.”

“Are they
the
family?” she asks with a devious whisper.

I bark out a laugh. “Do I look Italian?”

“No . . .”

“That’s because I’m not. Have you heard of Carsen Capital?”

“Who hasn’t?” she says, resting her chin on my chest again, my hand now stroking her hair.

“Cade Carsen II is my father.”

Her eyes widen and she nods. “Right.” She drops back onto the bed, leaning down on an elbow, her body still plastered to mine tits to thighs and every good place in between.

Her eyes start dancing. “So Mommy and Daddy want a good, wholesome girl for their son.”

“Sons—plural. My sister bucked the trend and got married before the family could meddle, and my brother, Cameron, is deployed. But it seems that now I’ve finished my training and have a successful career, apparently it’s time to find a suitable wife,” I say, unable to hide the hint of resentment in my voice.

She scoffs. “The sex is out of this world, Cade, but you’re not gonna put a ring on it.”

I laugh, a deep honest-to-God laugh. She’s a like a breath of fresh air.

“That’s good, Spitfire, because I’m far from ready to take that step with anyone.”

“Although I’d entertain a cock ring,” she says, biting her lip and bringing my attention to her mouth. My cock twitches against her thigh, and her mouth curves into a knowing smile.

“Someone else likes that idea, too.” I grin and lift my head to brush my lips against hers again, loving the feel of her.

“We can discuss
that
option later. So you want me to be your plus one?”

“I’d like to kill two birds with one stone. First, I’ve been waiting far too long time to get to know more about you than how you sound when you come.” Her eyes widen, but I forge on. “And secondly, if I brought my own date, Mom might get the hint and back off.”

“What you’re saying is you want me to be your fake girlfriend.”

Why does that sound so fucking wrong?

I flip her over onto her back and press my now hard cock into her soft body, loving the way her eyes flash with heat.

“I work a hell schedule. I haven’t had time to date,” I explain.

“Explains the ten months between shared orgasms.”

I snort. “I didn’t have your number.”

“I didn’t have yours either,” she counters.

“How about this? We know the sex is hot. Why don’t we keep doing that and while that happens, you accompany me to any events I’m forced to attend by my parents? No pressure, and no expectations.”

“There should at least be the expectation of naked gratitude. I’ve gotta get something out of this.”

I thrust my hips against her as my answer, and a breathy sigh escapes her lips.

“Why are you being forced?”

I drop my lips to the valley between her breasts and place a gentle kiss there. “Because my father is running for mayor, and his family is expected to be at his side.”