Playing the Game (The Renegades) (Volume 3) (11 page)

This was exactly the type of thing she would scold
him for doing in public—if she was in her right frame of mind. But
her right frame of mind had deserted her the moment he’d kissed
her.

“
Unless you want me to lay you down
right here on the hood of my car, we’d better go.” His voice was
low and raspy as he held her against the cool metal. He stumbled as
he pulled her to the passenger side.

She reached over to take his keys. “Are you sure you
should drive?”

“
I’m sure I shouldn’t.” He pulled
her to him and kissed her neck. “I’ll call us a cab. That way, I
won’t have to stop doing this.”

CHAPTER 11

Tyler paid the cabbie, and the cab drove away into
the darkness. It wasn’t quite eleven yet and the night was darker
than usual, with little clouds of fog dancing around the street
lights. Glancing at her sweet ass as she moved up the stone steps,
he hurried to catch up with her, not wanting the moment to
pass.

His stomach flopped as he closed the space between
them. He’d hoped he hadn’t misread her attraction the other day,
and he’d taken a risk in kissing her. But she’d responded so
passionately there was no denying she wanted him as much as he
wanted her. And now she’d come home with him, which meant a lot. He
hungered to hold her, to touch her… he didn’t know why but he just
needed to be close to her.

Before Paige reached the front door he grabbed her
arm, spinning her to face him. He fisted his hand into her hair,
and his lips took over hers. Her skin smelled of peaches and her
lips tasted sweet like liquor. The alcohol still burned through his
veins, but he was in full control and knew exactly what he was
doing.

Taking a moment, he pulled away to look into her
eyes; the heat from her intense stare burned into his soul. He slid
the keys into the lock before assaulting her lips with his again,
then he shoved open the door without coming up for air.

A breathless moan escaped her as their bodies fumbled
in the dark townhouse entrance. Tyler flipped on the first light
switch he could find in the dark, illuminating the foyer and
hallway. After kicking the door shut and locking it, his hands
grasped her thighs, tugging at her skirt as he hiked her up onto
his hips. His big hands cupped her gorgeous round ass, and his
hard-on screamed for her, straining painfully against his pants.
Any other girl he would’ve had almost naked before he could turn
the light on, and he would’ve taken her right here in the hallway.
But Paige was different. Still not sure what it was about her, he
only knew she deserved better.

This in no way was the sloppy drunk sex he was
starting to grow accustomed to in his life; this was different.
Every fragment of his being yearned for her, and his blood ran hot
every time he looked at her. She cradled his face in her soft hands
and her blue eyes sparkled as she gazed down at him. Smoothly he
moved them towards the stairs as if they were one.

Something pulled him to her, a need to be close to
her. The alcohol no longer affecting him, he climbed the stairs,
his face resting in the crook of her neck. With every breath he
took in her sweet, fruity scent. He couldn’t get enough of it; she
was his new favorite fragrance. He would never look at a peach the
same way again.

Reaching his room, he quickly moved them inside, then
set her feet on the ground. He stood back and watched as she
unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Passion glistened
in her eyes and her teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she slowly
unbuttoned her blouse, cautiously separating the fabric one button
at a time. He wanted to undress her himself, but he couldn’t help
but watch her every move instead.

She moved unhurriedly and sensually, teasing him as
each button revealed more skin. The peach colored lace of her bra
now showed.
A peach bra; it figures
. He shook his head. This
girl, with her dazzling blue eyes, her banging body, and sexy as
hell bold attitude had him all kinds of fucked up. Nothing made
sense, he couldn’t focus on anything but her—and that was just fine
with him.

Her blue eyes were dark like brilliant sapphires as
her blouse slipped all the way open, sliding off of her shoulders,
and exposing her perky and full creamy breasts. Her stare was heavy
with desire, and heat radiated off of her skin. His mouth was dry
at the sight of her, and his drawers were on fire. He had gone
commando tonight. Not his best idea now that the teeth of the
zipper were cutting into his raging boner. His stomach churned. He
wanted to be inside her now, but that was not how he wanted this
evening to go. This would be one to remember for a long time.

The white blouse dropped to the floor, and she stood
there before him in only her bra and panties. Her skin was fair
with spots of blushing, her nipples puckered through the peach
fabric, and her chest rose and fell dramatically with each breath
she took. Tyler wanted to remember every second of this. His eyes
slid over her, methodically memorizing every inch of her. Her
curvaceous hips led the way to shapely thighs that cradled her
mound. He wondered if he reached out and cupped her pussy how wet
she would be. The thought of sliding his finger under that fabric
and feeling her warmth made him almost groan out loud.

“
You’re stunning,
Paige.”

She bit at her bottom lip and grabbed his belt,
pulling him to her. She knew what she wanted and he liked that. He
liked that a lot. Hastily he pulled his shirt off. Her fingers
fumbled at his waist, unfastening his belt. Tyler ran his lips
along her jawline and paused to take in the sweet aroma of her
hair. His lips settled in the crook of her neck, tasting her soft,
supple skin as she undid his jeans and let them fall to the
floor.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as his massive hard-on,
now free, jutted out. He slid his hands around her waist and pulled
her into him so that his cock pushed into the damp fabric between
her legs. With one swift move, he unhooked her bra and tossed it
aside.

He moved back to look at her perfect shape and hard
little nipples. “Fucking gorgeous.” Taking a breast in his hand,
his mouth watered for her. His cock twitched as he took her mouth
in his, sliding his hand into her hair to deepen the kiss. Swirling
his tongue with hers, then sucking at her bottom lip, he walked
them backwards to his bed. He’d remembered to straighten out his
sheets this morning so thankfully his bedroom wasn’t a complete
disaster.

He dropped to his knees and ran his lips over her
stomach, placing light kisses down her midriff. His fingers danced
at the waistband of her panties. Impatient, he wanted to be nestled
between her thighs and tasting her sweetness. He tugged at the
fabric, needing it to be gone, until he felt her hands in his hair.
They weren’t tangling around his curls, or pushing him into her;
they were asking him to pause.

“
Tyler, wait. Um, do you have…” She
hesitated, almost looking nervous. “Protection?”

He flashed her a soft smile, hoping to calm any
concerns. “Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered.” He didn’t want to
sound like,
Oh sure, I’ve got condoms
, but he also wanted
her to feel at ease. By the way her face softened he was sure he
had accomplished that without sounding like a man-whore.

Her hands relaxed, and she ran them lazily through
his hair. Her touch was gentle and warm as her fingers tangled in
his waves. The sensation gave him goosebumps. He was sure she knew
what he was going to do next, and every part of her dripped with
anticipation.

Her breathing turned heavy and her eyes dark. Without
any hesitation he tore off the last piece of clothing in his way
and tossed it aside. Breathing in her musky scent he couldn’t wait
any longer. His cock was so hard it hurt and he was more turned on
than he had ever been before.

He kissed up the inside of her thigh. Her scent
intoxicated his senses and he jerked her closer. Needing to taste
her, he kissed his way up to her awaiting mound. Running his tongue
over her slit, he eagerly slipped inside.
Oh my God, she tastes
like heaven. Not that I know what heaven tastes like… but if I did,
it would taste like her.

Lapping at her wetness, he felt her muscles
tighten.

“
Relax. I won’t bite… not unless
you want me to.” Returning to her folds, his fingers ran over her
opening, coaxing her to relax. Finally softening to his touch, he
thrust into her, tasting her. She was warm and delicious; he
couldn’t get enough of her musky sweetness. Pulling out and
thrusting back inside made her squeal with delight.
Hmm, she
likes that
.

As she took in a deep breath he plunged into her
again and was rewarded with that same sexy squeal. Tyler lifted her
one leg up and hooked it over his shoulder, giving him better
access to her. He plunged deep into her, careful to taste every bit
of her. Then finding her swollen nub he teased it, flicking it with
his tongue.

She sighed heavily and moaned. “Tyler…”

Paige was grinding on his face, putting his mouth
exactly where she wanted him. As he sucked at her nub she moaned so
fiercely he knew she was close. He wanted to see her orgasm; he
wanted to feel her explode. Her muscles tightened as he sucked at
her folds. She was almost there. The selfish side of him craved to
feel her come undone on him.

He paused only long enough to coax her on. “Let go,
baby. Let me feel you.” He returned to her warm folds. Gently
rubbing her clit, he felt her clench around him, and knew it was
time. His hands grasped her ass and pulled her tight to his face,
thrusting his tongue into her he sucked and thrust until she
thrashed against him and came on his lips. Tyler had never
experienced a sweet taste like that before. She was on his lips and
in his senses.

Unhooking her leg from his shoulder she flopped
backwards onto his bed with a
woosh
.

“
Tired?”

“
Hardly.” She smiled.

“
Good. Because I’m not done with
you yet.”

“
Good.” She flashed him a grin that
he found undeniably sexy, or maybe he was still riding the high of
having her come on his face, but at any rate, he was extremely
turned on at her desire for more.

He wanted to take his time with her, and the only way
that was going to happen was if he slowed things down. His raging
hard-on was likely to explode the second she touched him. Taking a
deep breath, he thought about baseball. He’d heard that worked, but
it didn’t.
What exactly am I supposed to be imagining?
Baseballs? Bats? It’s not working!
She was laid out in front of
him and all he wanted to do was touch her. Her teeth sunk into her
bottom lip, and he wanted to suck that lip.

He was painfully hard, and he needed to calm down.
Sliding in beside her, he ran one hand up her bare body. Her skin
was creamy with splotches of pink blush. “You are so beautiful.”
His fingers danced along her skin, causing goosebumps to rise.

Baseball
.

It wasn’t working. He wanted nothing more than to
plunge into her and make her scream.
All in good time. Relax.
Breathe
.

She was still biting her lip, and he wanted to be the
one doing that. Once his lips covered hers, he sucked gently at her
bottom lip before nipping at it, tracing the outline of her mouth
with his tongue. His brain concentrated on nothing but her mouth.
The shape, the softness, and the sweet taste of her soft, supple
lips. Tasting her over and over again wasn’t going to be
enough.

French kissing had always been his favorite, but this
sensation was so beyond any kiss before it. The way her tongue
danced with his was magic. She nibbled and licked at his lips,
heightening his pleasure. Concentrating on her mouth, he was no
longer focused on his cock. No longer worrying he was going to be
done in sixty seconds, he was back in control of his stick, like
every good captain should be.

When he moved his lips along her jawline a moan
formed at the back of her throat, only to escape her lips with a
soft breathy sound. “Tyler, I want—”

“
Not yet baby, not yet.” His hands
trembled as he ran his fingertips down her body, stopping at her
perky nipples. They stood at full attention, waiting for him to
touch them, to suck them. He did just that, taking one in his mouth
and lightly running his fingers over the other before rolling the
dark pink bud between his fingers.

She arched her back at his touch, letting out a hard
breath. He was pleased with her reactions to him, but he wasn’t
done yet.

Still keeping the nipple in his mouth, teasing her
with his tongue, swirling and sucking, he moved his other hand.
When he skimmed over her breast and down her stomach, she shivered
at his touch. A slight jump told him he’d hit a ticklish spot, and
he continued over the curve of her hip to her thigh.

He traced the invisible line where her hip becomes
her thigh, then slid his fingers gently into the junction of her
thighs and began to caress her entrance. He wanted to make sure she
was ready to take him fully. She was warm and wet. His heart
pounded as he slipped a finger along her slit. Eager to dip it
inside, he held back as she gasped for air.

Turning his attention back to her lips, he took her
mouth in the most tender way possible as he slid one finger inside
her. She arched, pulling away from him the slightest bit, before
she settled and pushed him into her farther. He kept his lips on
hers as he slowly moved his finger inside her. She was dripping
wet, more than ready for him.

Pausing to look her over, his thoughts spilled out of
his mouth. “You are beautiful, Paige, absolutely gorgeous.” Her
face turned a warm shade of pink at his comments.