The Player's Club: Scott (9 page)

“Amanda,” he groaned as he moved into her, with long, slow, gliding strokes that drove her mad.

More, more, more,
her mind chanted, and she lifted herself to meet each thrust. She urged him forward, shifting, kissing whatever she could reach.

His measured strokes got faster. Their breathing was ragged, urgent.

Soon, they were moving with crazed energy. She could feel it starting in the pit of her stomach, that quivering pleasure that seemed to radiate like an explosion.

Then the orgasm tore through her, and she shrieked in pleasure, clutching around him spasmodically, the amazing sensations propelling her mindlessly forward in unbelievable pleasure.

He shouted in response, and his hips rocked into her, pounding against her…and to her shock, another orgasm blasted, an aftershock of the first, almost as powerful. She bit his shoulder, shuddering against him as he drove against her.

In the quivering aftermath, she felt stunned. As though she might wake up, at any moment. He held her tight, then eased out of her, heading to the bathroom to take care of the condom.

Now what?

She was wide-awake, even though she wondered if she was still dreaming.

Would he just leave via the window? Pretend that it
was
just a dream?

She’d never done a fling before. Isn’t that what they usually did?

He came back to bed, still naked, climbing in beside her. “I hope you don’t mind,” he said, his voice husky, “but I’m exhausted.”

“It’s almost four in the morning,” she conceded, thrilled that he wouldn’t be leaving. “Of course you’re tired.”

“Aren’t you?” he said, yawning.

She realized immediately that she was. Her limbs started feeling heavy. Now that she was relieved to know what was going on, she felt all the tension seep out of her. She blinked heavily, then smiled in the dark as his arm wound around her waist.

“Consider this an appetizer,” he murmured, pressing hot kisses against the back of her neck. “After a few hours of sleep, I’ll do that right.”

Her smile broadened. “I’ll hold you to that.” She snuggled against him.

She heard his breathing going slow, heavy, even.

“Scott?” she breathed.

“Hmm?”

She swallowed. “Scott…are you in The Player’s Club?”

“Just joined,” he muttered.

Her eyes flew open, and her body tensed. So did his, she noticed.

“G’night,” he said quickly, releasing her body, then rolling away from her.

She noticed it was a while before either of them went to sleep.

SCOTT WOKE UP DISORIENTED. The sun was slanting over the bed from the wrong angle, shining in his face. The bed was nice, but it wasn’t as large as he was used to.

And there was a very soft body next to him.

A very soft, very
naked
body.

Amanda,
he thought. She was still sleeping, her eyes closed, her cheekbone a wonderful curve to a strong chin, her pale hair in loose tangled waves across her ivory pillow. He leaned down, breathing in her perfume.

His body went hard in a flash.

He ought to wake her up, he thought. Maybe they should talk. About what happened last night. About moving forward. He didn’t know if that was something she did on a regular basis—did she even want him there, still? Did she wake up with guys?

He frowned.

As if sensing him, she scooted backward, her curving buttocks nuzzling against his cock. She let out a breathy little sigh and rolled over. Her raspberry tipped breasts jutted upward.

He grimaced. Then he leaned down, pulling another condom out of his pants on the floor. Rolling it on, he stroked her body with his fingertips gently. He tasted her silky skin, pressing tender kisses down her stomach.

Then he moved between her thighs.

She woke up with a jolt, then a low growl of pleasure as his tongue worked her. He felt her clit tighten and tasted the sweet wetness as her body got ready. He stroked her, then kissed her thighs, grazing them with his teeth.

She moaned, arching her back, her head pushed into the pillows as her hips lifted to meet him.

He stretched on top of her, his cock throbbing as he positioned himself at her entrance. Her eyes were sloe-eyed and sexy, her pouty lips curved in a come-here-you smile. He nipped at her neck, sucking hard as his cock slid in. She was tight—wonderfully, mind-bendingly tight, and he moved slow, almost afraid he’d hurt her. She gasped, her legs curling around his, her hips angling up to take even more of him.

“Scott…” she rasped. “You feel…so…
good…
”

He didn’t trust his vocal chords to answer. Instead, he withdrew, then flexed, pressing deeper into her. He slowly got into a rocking rhythm, stopping only to lean down, feasting on one breast, then the other.

“Yes,” she hissed, then pushed to roll him onto his back. She rolled her hips and his mind went blank with pure pleasure for a shocking moment. He inhaled sharply, then shuddered as his fingers dug into her hips, stilling her.

“How, woman,” he panted. “How do you
move
like that?”

Her smile was pure, wicked sex. To demonstrate, she rolled again…one sweet, slow gyration that seemed to put all his sensation right in his cock. He sat up, holding her tight as her legs wrapped around his waist.

He kissed her hard. She bit his lower lip, riding him in a steady, relentless rhythm, her fingers clawing at his shoulders. He gripped her hips, driving himself upward.

Their movements were less controlled—more intense. She was gasping softly, her breath getting choppy and harsh as her body moved against his. Her thighs clenched around his waist, her nipples like pebbles against his chest.

“Scott!”
she finally screamed, her head back, her whole body convulsing.

He felt her body milking him, and he couldn’t have stopped from coming if a gun were to his temple. His release tore through him savagely, and he groaned loud against her throat, his body jerking upward as she kept clutching him, rubbing her body against his.

It seemed to go on forever. When it did let him go, he collapsed against the bed, her on top of him.

After a long moment, he felt her trembling against him. Alarmed, he looked up.

Her blue eyes danced with merriment. “I guess that’ll teach me to leave my window open.”

He laughed hoarsely. “Let that be a lesson to you.”

“Care to teach me anything else?”

He smiled. “Anything you want,” he heard himself say. “As soon as humanly possible.”

Her smile was like the sun, blinding him. Chuckling, she rolled off him. He got up to clean himself up.

He didn’t know what he was getting himself into. And right now, he really did not care.

Just as long as he got to touch this woman again.

“Um…Scott?”

“Yeah?” he called from the bathroom.

“About last night.”

“Yeah,” he echoed, smiling to himself. “Last night certainly was something…”

“It was a Player’s Club meeting, wasn’t it?”

He froze, staring at himself in the mirror.

You’re not supposed to tell
anybody,
remember?

He ran the water, splashed his face, rinsed his mouth. Then slowly walked out. “Sorry. What?”

She tilted her head, studying him like a curious bird. A curious, tenacious bird. “You said last night that you were a member of The Player’s Club.”

“The…what club?”

Her eyebrow arched. “Really?” she murmured. “You’re going to go that route.
Really.
”

He sighed. He could lie if he had to—it was just that he frankly sucked at it. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

She took a deep breath. “Listen, I’m not judging you. I’m just… I just wanted to know—”

“I don’t know much,” he interrupted. “I mean, I don’t know really
anything.
I’m not even really involved.”

She still looked skeptical. “Do you know how to become a member?” she pressed. “Because I want to become one.”

He stared back at her, hard. “How did you wind up there?”

She blushed—he could see it spreading over her pale skin, her cheeks, even down her neck and her chest. “I followed you. I pretended I was a dancer.”

He gaped. “You faked your way in?” The sheer moxie of the move floored him.

She shrugged delicately. “I’ve been fascinated with The Player’s Club,” she admitted.

Suddenly, it all made sense. Her cornering him at the club…inviting him back. Making love to him like some kind of feral sex goddess.

She’s some kind of hell-raiser. Adrenaline junkie.

And she thought
he
was one, as well.

He sighed heavily. “Listen, I’m not supposed to tell
anyone
about it. Anyone hears that I blabbed, I’m getting kicked out.”

“I’m not going to tell a soul,” she promised.

He sat down on the bed. “Good.” Disconcerted, he started reaching for his clothes. He had to think about this.

Was she using him?

Does it really matter?

She tapped his shoulder. “How do you join? Because I want in. I’ve always been fascinated by it, and…it’s just what I need.” A determined expression crossed her face. “I mean it. I want
in.
”

“I don’t know,” he said. “I sort of fell into it, myself. But I think people can, um, vouch for people. Bring people in. Although I don’t remember seeing any women involved.”

She smiled. “I know it’s a huge favor, but…would you vouch for me?”

He stopped what he was doing, staring at her over his shoulder. “Is this what all this was about?”

Now, she looked offended. “I have sex because I want to have sex,” she said, and her voice trembled with anger. “I wanted to have it with you. If you’ll recall, I was the one who approached you, before I even knew you might be in the club.”

Her eyes were an incandescent blue, like a welder’s torch. “I believe you,” he said. “But right now, I’m not even sure I’m in.”

“What does that mean?”

“I have to do three challenges,” he said, remembering the sleep-deprived haze of the previous night. “In one month. Tough, weird challenges. If I make it, I’m in.”

“And if you’re in, you could vouch for me?”

“I don’t even know that
I
can make it.”

“You’ll make it.” She smiled brightly. “I can help you with that.”

He stared at her. “How do you know that?”

“Trust me. I’m resourceful,” she said, her face shining with confidence. “Especially when I want something badly. Believe me, I want this more badly than I can remember wanting anything for a long time.”

He stared at her.

Including me?

She cleared her throat. “So, what are the goals?”

He wracked his fuzzy mind, trying to remember what he’d agreed to. “I need to do a vision quest in the Mojave. Crash an off-the-hook, epic, impossible-to-get-into party. And, er…run.”

“Run?” she repeated, frowning.

He rubbed his hands over his face. “With the bulls. In Pamplona.” He sighed again. Then he pulled on his pants. “You know, this is a bad idea.”