This Round I'm Yours (2 page)

He started stroking himself, and Annie shivered with longing.

“Do you understand?”

She nodded fervently.

“So what are you waiting for?”

Annie dove for his cock like she had been hungry for it her entire life. He felt even bigger and harder now, forcing her lips to stretch wider. Annie half-waited for him to shove it down her throat like most men did, but instead she felt Silver’s fingers digging into her hair. His grip was strong but gentle, expert and dominant, guiding as he began to fuck her mouth.

Never had blowing someone felt this good.

Usually, it was a chore, but now she couldn’t get enough of Silver’s erection. Her head bobbed up and down, Annie sucking as hard and as fast as she could. Below, her pussy swelled and quivered, aching painfully for its turn to welcome his cock.

“Good girl,” Silver murmured.

Her heart nearly burst in happiness at the way he tenderly stroked her hair.

“Now, as a reward…”

A second later, Silver had flipped their positions. Annie found herself kneeling on the couch, breasts pressed against its back. Behind her, Silver started to spread her legs wide, making her instinctively grip the edge of the couch, feeling like she needed something to keep her anchored.

She twisted her head to gaze at him, and it was as if he had known she would do so, his lips immediately capturing hers the same time his cock thrust inside her warm and soaking pussy.

Annie screamed against his mouth, and she kept screaming, the way his cock drove in and out of her so powerfully hard driving her mad with desire and pleasure. She wanted more, more, more. No other man in the past had ever been able to make her feel this
full.
This
ravaged.
This
dominated.

When he wrenched his mouth away, it was to cup her jiggling breasts and twist her nipples between his fingers, a sensual torture that was somehow in rhythm with the pounding of his cock.

“Oh, God, more, more, more.” She chanted it over and over, never wanting it to end. She had never felt this good. She didn’t think she could ever fuck another man after this. No one would compare. No one.

Silver suddenly withdrew, all the way out until his cock was just brushing against the entrance of her pussy.

“No!” Annie cried out in frustration, and she bumped her body against his, her actions wild and frantic as she tried to get his cock to slide back inside her.

“Stop moving.”

The cold, hard voice made her still. A sob escaped her, but she did her best to remain unmoving. She was a puppet now, her strings held by the man behind her.
 

“When I fuck, I don’t take orders. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes.” It was so hard, so hard not to move against him, but she did her best not to. She had to please Silver. She had to. It was the only way to get him to fuck her again and again. She was sure of it.

“When I fuck, I make sure the woman I’m with will feel good—”

She started to speak, but stopped when he shook his head.
 

“Just one warning, Annie.”

She froze.

“Don’t ever make the mistake of thinking you’re special to me.”

The words made Annie jerk. If she was in her right mind – if he wasn’t Silver March – she knew she would have pushed him off, slapped his face, and had him thrown out of her pad.

But
now, all she could think about was how Silver’s hands were cupping her bottom, caressing both cheeks before slowly stretching them open. Wider and wider to the point that it started to hurt. In a good way. In a way that made her cry out.

“
Silver
.” She sobbed his name out, knowing what was coming next and desperate for it to happen.

“To me, you’re no different from any other lay I had and will have. And that’s okay with you, right, baby?”
 

His cock slid back inside her pussy, the same time Silver slowly pushed one finger inside her rear hole.

Annie screamed.

“Answer me.” His cock and his finger started to move, fucking her in two ways, and God, God, God, she wanted more.

“Yes.” She couldn’t say the word fast enough. “I don’t care if I’m not special. I just want you to fuck me.”
 

Annie’s body shivered with pleasure when she felt him stroke her hair again. “Good girl.”

And then she was being fucked harder than she had ever experienced, pussy and butt belonging to Silver March.

Bad Vibes

(The Present)

“Hey, March. Are you listening?”

It took Silver a moment to realize that Earl Masters had been talking to him, another moment to pull himself completely out of his rather unspeakable past. “Sorry, man. What were you saying?”

Their other companions were already several feet ahead of them, and Silver grimaced at the questioning looks thrown his way. He had to get himself together. However he wished to make himself
less
of an asshole, there was no turning back. The past was the past, and it should stay there.

As they ascended the stairs leading to the exclusive clubhouse, Earl nodded towards the lounge, designed in minimalist elegance with its white sofas and edgeless glass tables. “Check her out, two o’ clock. She’s got the greatest rack, doesn’t she? I think—”

Silver said politely, “
Earl
.”

Startled, Earl turned to his friend and saw Silver smiling coolly at him.

“Don’t say another word.”

The smile turned dangerous, something Earl knew had sent countless grown men in the corporate world running away in fear. Right now, he kind of felt like doing that, too.

“Got it?”

He said weakly, “Yeah, man, of course.”

The smile turned normal again, the aura of danger receding. Earl thought it was all okay, but when Silver clapped a hand over his back, it was strong enough for Earl to stumble a step.

Over him, Silver said pleasantly, “I’m glad we understand each other. I wouldn’t want to hear you ever talking about my girlfriend that way.”
 

Leaving his friend, Silver headed to the nineteen-year-old girl with the admittably great rack. She was seated in one of the tables next to the golf course, hair kept from her face with a Burberry visor, and dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt and slim beige pants.

She was covered from head to toe, so why the hell did he still feel like she wasn’t covered enough
? Silver wondered irritably.

Lace suddenly looked up, her eyes finding him immediately, as if sensing his presence. Her beautiful face broke into a smile, and his jealousy eased a little.
 

“March.”

“Wyndham.”
 

As they fist-bumped each other, Silver became aware of his friends approaching them but pretended not to, wanting the illusion of being alone with Lace to last a little longer. They hadn’t seen each other for two weeks because of his work, and since he had to leave again this afternoon, this was the only time he could fit her into his schedule.

“Have you been waiting long?”

“Just fifteen minutes.”

Behind him, he could hear his friends’ female companions reacting not too subtly. He supposed it never occurred to them that it was possible, a woman coming to meet her man on her own and
earlier
at that.

Frowning, he told Lace, “You should have told me you could come earlier.”

Lace rolled her eyes. “It’s no big deal. I’m cool with waiting.”

Seeing the huge shopping bag next to her, he asked dryly, “I take it your trip was a success then?” The way her blue eyes suddenly sparkled made Silver laugh out loud.

“Do you want to see my new kicks?” Lace was asking eagerly, already reaching for the bag that contained her newest prized possession: a pair of
signed
LeBron 12 iD.

He said honestly, “Only if I have to.”

“Ass—” Lace stopped, then hurriedly corrected herself, saying with flushed cheeks, “
As you wish
.”

It was apparent she had just realized they had company, as if the whole time she had only been aware of him. While that pleased him immensely, the uncertainty that flashed in her eyes did not.

Even though so much time had already passed, Silver knew Lace remained traumatized by what she called her “disastrous rookie performance” as his girlfriend.
 

Stubborn little lamb.
How many times did he have to tell her she was his world, and the rest was…
transient
?
 

Offering his hand to help her out of her seat, Silver curled an arm around her tiny waist and pulled her close so they could face his friends together. The way Lace leaned close against him told Silver he had done the right thing, his normally confident-as-hell girlfriend needing a little reassurance right now.

It was
adorable,
and he must remember to tell her later it was so, just to see her blow up. She was ridiculously beautiful when she was mad.

“Your girlfriend, Silver?” Esme, the model Nigel was dating, asked in a sweet voice that couldn’t quite hide her hostility.

“Yes.” He made quick work of the introductions. The men, who were his friends from college, and their companions.

Annie Lawrence’s lips tightened when she heard herself simply referred to as Carter’s date.
Bastard.
Her temper boiled, and she wouldn’t have hesitated to make a scene if not for the glint of warning in Silver’s eyes.
Bastard.

“Everyone, this is Lace.” Before anyone could say a word, he added casually, “She’s the younger sister of Slade Wyndham of Wyndham Pharmaceuticals.” Silver didn’t even think twice of name dropping, knowing that doing so would help censor everyone’s tongues.
 

Lace only spoke when she and Silver were in his cart, saying wryly under her breath, “They totally think I’m not right for you.”

“Of course not.”

“They don’t like me.”

“Not entirely accurate. The men like you too much,
unfortunately.
The women, however, have turned into jealous cats.
Understandably.
”

“One of them, the girl called Annie, she was really jealous.”

Again, her perspicacity took him by surprise, and Silver forced himself to shrug. “You
are
extraordinarily beautiful and younger than her, too.”

“It’s not that.”
 

Her knowing look made him grimace. He was six damn years older, but this girl could easily run circles around him. She had him wrapped around her little finger, and they both knew it.

“Ex-girlfriend?” Lace guessed.

“No,” he said shortly. He hated talking about the past.

Lace blinked at him before grinning. “Wow, you’re touchy.”

The words drew a reluctant smile from him. Most girls would have been mad at him, but not his Lace.
 

“I don’t like being reminded of how I was an asshole back then,” Silver forced himself to admit. “It makes me think…I’ve got hell to pay. With you.”

“Oh, March.” Exasperation and love both underlined that tone. “You don’t really think I’m going to be afraid of her?”

No. That wasn’t what he was afraid of, but he chose not to correct her assumption.

When they rejoined his friends, another couple making the first swing, Silver asked, “You checked out New Balance?”

“Yep.” Lace paused before adding grudgingly, “And you were right.”

“I told you I would be.”

Jerk,
she mouthed.

Pretending he didn’t see that, he said, “I’m glad their new designs met your very, err, exacting standards.”

“I detect sarcasm, March.”

Again, he feigned ignorance as he continued, “Their apparent renaissance wouldn’t have meant a thing—”

“I don’t even know how to spell that ‘ren’ word.”