Theirs to Play (8 page)

“I’m not fascinating to you?” I grimaced.

She blushed. “Well. . .you’re. . .good-looking.”

A bad taste coated my mouth. My temper was leaving its cage of control and slowly spilling out. “But I’m not interesting enough to your liking?”

“You’re just not my type.”

There were few times when an awkward feeling entered my gut. This was one of those instances when a strong sense of failure rained down on me. I didn’t know if making me feel like crap was her tactic, but she’d won.

“Are you hungry?” I asked through clenched teeth.

“No.”

Quiet took our conversation’s place for several minutes. Tense silence. After another ten minutes of me mentally brooding about what she just said, she stood. “I think we should probably get back.”

“Our date isn’t finished.” I got up with her, but instead of heading back to the yacht I got in front of her. “Let’s at least eat.”

“You’re upset.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You’re face is all colored with rage. You’re practically steaming out of your ears.”

Calm down. Her opinion doesn’t matter.

“You just. . .pissed me off, but I’ll be fine.”

Instead of one ounce of regret, she crossed her arms over her chest and tossed me a wicked grin. “What pissed you off? Was it when I said the truth about you? Would you rather I lie and say how fabulous you are?”

My dick hardened. It should have done the opposite and stayed soft. Instead it stiffened and pressed against my pants. That smirk on her face and her know-it-all stance made me long to bend her over that table and take her right there. She laughed.

“What’s so funny, Dawn?”

“You can’t deal with one woman not finding you appealing.”

“I can, although it doesn’t happen much.”

“I bet it does.”

“It doesn’t, but I’m sure one or two women in this world don’t find me appealing.”

She raised her hand. “Well, add me and it’s three.”

Blood pumped to my dick and all I yearned to do was stroke it.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked.

“Why?” I licked my lips.

“Because you don’t look mad anymore.” She stepped back.

Smart girl. If I was less of a gentleman, I would’ve torn that lace off of her.

“Do you realize that your insults make me horny?” I asked.

“Maybe that’s the tequila?”

I drank in her cleavage. “No. It’s you and your mouth that’s got my body unbalanced. I don’t know why, but the more you piss me off, the more I have to fuck you.”

“Then I should probably be quiet.”

“Oh no. Go ahead. Tell me more about how you hate me, but before you do, you need to pay up on my six kisses from drinking those tequila shots.”

I’m going to shut that little mouth up.

I seized her waist, lifted her up onto the table, and slung a few dishes away. Plates and bowls sank into the sand. Groaning, I propped her lovely behind on the edge of the table. She shrieked, but couldn’t say anything else once I kissed her. Those words got lost in my tongue and her groans. Grumbles of annoyance transformed to sighs of relief. I didn’t know which one of us started making the noises, but the more we kissed, the more we both surrendered to animal need.

“You make me crazy you know that?” I nibbled at her lips. “Why do you know what buttons to push?”

“I’m not trying,” she gasped and leaned away. “I’m just telling you the truth.”

I tensed. “Then you really don’t like the man I am?”

She bit her lip and turned away. “I did say you were good-looking.”

“What else?” I hiked her gown up and exposed those beautiful legs. “Is that it, just my looks?”

“Maybe I need to learn more about you but for now it’s just your body and face.”

Breathe. Just breathe.

“What?” she asked.

Keep your head in the game. Don’t lose your temper.

“That pisses me off,” I blurted out. “Why does that annoy me?”

“Don’t ask me. My opinion shouldn’t be important to your life. Like I said, it could be the tequila.” She stared at my fingers. “Please put my dress back down.”

I clasped onto her bare thighs instead. “What would make me turn into the guy that you desired?”

“That’s a ridiculous question.”

“Just tell me.”

“Ambition, the drive to do something with your life as well as help others when you could. That’s what really makes me wet.”

“Ambition? Come on. That’s not the only thing that makes you wet.” I sucked my teeth. “Are you trying to tell me that you’re not wet right now?”

She avoided glancing my way.

“Then that’s a yes,” I said.

“It doesn’t matter if I’m wet.”

“Hell yes. It does.”

“I already told you I was attracted to you.”

She tried to scoot away. I kissed her again, slipping my hands up the lace fabric. Her nonchalance about my not meeting her needs aggravated me. We both knew she was wet, but I had to really feel it for myself. Something inside of my body drove me crazy to confirm it. Maybe her insults wouldn’t be so hard to swallow down if I knew she was hot for me, even though something in the back of my head said it wouldn’t satisfy me either way.

“I loved seeing those pretty folds on my sun deck. Can I touch her tonight?” I sucked on Dawn’s neck.

She arched into me. “Yes.”

What?

I’d been ready for a challenge, eager in fact. The damn woman was unpredictable. If she wasn’t insulting me, she asked about my mom. If she wasn’t making me think badly about myself, then she was driving me crazy with her body. Now she sat on that table with the moonlight shining on her skin, telling me I could caress her center.

I froze. “Yes?”

“Just one touch.” Her voice came out shaky.

Maybe the tequila is working on both of us.

I tried my best to take my time, but I pushed through the fabric, yanked back her panties, and groaned out loud as soon as my finger greeted that soaked treasure of hers.

“You’re way more than wet.” I thrust into her, praying that I would be lucky enough to have my cock experience that same liquid warmth. She felt so good around my finger, tight, and soaked in want. It did insane things to my system. She seeped into my skin, made me desire more than her flesh.

“Mmm, Freddy.”

“Oh please, say that again.”

“Freddy,” she moaned.

My whole body set on fire.

She let her head fall back. Those wavy strands poured down to the table while her breasts rose in the air at face level. I had no time to wonder about the servants or if I should ask. The guitar no longer played and the singing had ceased.

Everyone better make themselves scarce. I don’t want anything to interrupt this.

I yanked down her gown and freed her breasts. She possessed lush caramel mounds decorated with almond colored nipples. I captured one with my lips, sucked that stiff nipple in and flicked my tongue across the tip.

“Oh, Freddy.”

“That’s it.” I licked her nipple again. “You sure you don’t want to tell the big bad rich boy to stop?”

She spread her legs open a little wider. “Not yet, unless this counts as sex.”

“No way.” I glided my finger in and out of her. “Sex is my cock inside of you. There’s no way I’m going to let you take my cock out of the game. Not when you get this wet around me.”

She trembled. “You can’t blame me. Your hands work magic on my skin.”

I slipped my finger out of her and circled her throbbing bud with my thumb. “Then I am your type?”

“No.”

I don’t know why, but I stopped fondling her.

No? As wet as she is, she fucking says, no?

“What?” Panting, she stared at me.

“I’m still not your type even though my fingers are inside of you?”

“You’re someone I would have sex with, but nothing else.”

I stiffened again. “Meaning?”

She blew out a long breath. “Why does it even matter?”

“It doesn’t.” I removed my hands and stepped back.

She quirked her eyebrows and wore a confused expression. “Oh my god. Yes, it does matter to you. It really does. You actually care about what I think, but why?”

“I don’t.”

“You do.”

“Fine,” I said louder than I’d intended. “You’re smart, independent, and seem to have a decent head on your shoulders. Maybe, I believe your opinion of me could be accurate.”

“That shouldn’t mean anything to you.” She moved the gown back over her legs and I regretted my sudden attack of insecurity right in the middle of making out with her.

“You’ve said some cruel things about me.”

“What’s the big deal?” she asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Yes. You do. You’re just too scared to say it out loud.”

I dug my hands into my pants. “I like when women enjoy my company. I like it when they wish they were with me.”

“Why, when you know you’re going to break their heart anyway?”

“That’s not the fun part.”

“Yet you do it.” She got off of the table. “That is the number one reason why I dislike you. The other things could be worked on. But in the end you are who you are, and you’ve been that way for many years now. You have. . .you know, issues.”

She walked around me. I grabbed her arm. “What do you mean I have issues?”

“Mommy issues. Commitment issues. Being a man issues. You probably have this big gripe against the female population or maybe you just never really learned to love a woman due to your dad being a negative role model.” She freed her arm from my grip. “Pick any of those, but I bet it’s a little bit of all.”

“Don’t you think you’re being rude?” I sneered.

“You asked for the truth and I don’t really know how to sugar coat it.”

I twisted around. “And what’s your problem? You’re not perfect. Why did you end up with that rich guy three years ago? Why do you think he broke your heart? Why do you think he finally got rid of you?”

She placed one hand on her hip. “You’re pretty bad at this.”

“At what?”

“Trying to piss me off in return. I have five brothers and one sister. I’ve learned how to give verbal jabs with the best of them.” She walked up to me and poked me in the chest. “But because I’ve hurt your feelings, I’ll tell you.”

“Go ahead.”

“I fell in love with the rich asshole because we went crazy about the same books and laughed at the identical silly jokes in comedy films that other people had never heard of. I enjoyed being around him, couldn’t wait to finish my job and race off to just touch his skin and know he really existed. I gave him every part of me because I thought that he’d done the same, and then when I got off early one day and rushed to his condo to surprise him, I discovered another woman in his bed.” She wagged her finger at me. “He never left
me
. I got rid of him. It’s why
I
don’t answer his calls even though he’s been ringing my number at nine o’clock on every Sunday night since I walked out of his life.”

“He’s been calling you every Sunday for the past three years?”

“Yes.”

“That’s dedication.”

“Or a millionaire that’s just bored and wants to have things his way.” She headed off.

“Hold up. Come here,” I called after her. “I’m sorry.”

“Our date is over.” She waved goodbye.

“Are you sure about that?” I ran after her.

“I’m certain.”

“We didn’t eat.”

“I’m no longer hungry.”

I let out a nervous chuckle. “But that’s my boat. My captain doesn’t move until I tell him too.”

“Then you better tell him, because I don’t feel like injuring you or him.”

Chapter 6

~Max

D
awn and I
lounged on my yacht’s sun deck for my date. Jazz music played in the background. We met for lunch and a nice swim.

I don’t know if I can win this.

My first mistake was having us both wear bathing suits. That tiny bikini of hers fogged my brain with yearning. I had no idea she would have something that sizzling in her clothing collection. Turquoise and bronze beads decorated her top and bottom. I couldn’t tell if the beads were attached to fabric or if the whole suit was only made out of beads.

If God is merciful, I’ll find out tonight.

The game was still on. Last night, Frederick returned to our hotel suite in a bad mood, went straight to his room, and slammed the door behind him. He refused to talk about anything this morning. By lunch, he sat in front of the computer. When I glanced over his shoulder, I was shocked to see that he was researching cooking schools.

Why is he looking up schools? Maybe he’s going to take Dawn to one and have her learn how to cook. That’s not your typical date, Freddy. What’s going on?

Humming, Dawn lounged on our sundeck like a vixen of seduction.

Freddy and I both decided that to be fair to the other we would stay in a hotel for now and let the dates with Dawn happen on our yacht. It limited our dating possibilities. I’d questioned the Captain and discovered that Freddy and her went to Cuba yesterday. My taking her to another country wouldn’t be so exciting after he did it. And judging by the irritated way Freddy glanced at me when I left for my date, I wasn’t so sure the Cuba trip had worked out well.

A new jazz song came on.

“This is relaxing,” she said.

“Would you like some sun tan lotion?” The sooner I got my hands on her skin the better. Not that it was part of my game. I’d just been itching to touch her body since she strolled to me in those beads. Anytime I could, I peeked at that luscious rear. Desire surged within me. I could find no relief.

“No, thank you. I don’t need any.” She placed on her sunglasses and rolled over to face me as she leaned on her elbow. “So what is your tactic for today?”

“I don’t really have one. I just tell some jokes, impress, get aroused, and then go in for the kill.”

“Go in for the kill? I didn’t think guys still said that.”

“We do. Us guys meet within the center of the earth, vote, and decide on what sayings will remain or stay. Going in for the kill, in regards to making love to a woman, will always and forever remain a saying on this planet.”