With Me in Seattle Bundle One (90 page)

“You bet your sweet ass I am,” he growls and takes my mouth again, harder this time, as though he’s branding me. He moves down my body again, paying close attention to each breast, down my stomach and then abruptly flips me over.

“Hey! I can’t see you from here.”

“This is an angle I haven’t explored before.” I hear the smile in his voice. “I see the dimple in your cheek isn’t the only dimple you have, babe.”

“It’s impolite to mention my cellulite the first time we have sex, Will. You haven’t even been inside me yet.”

He slaps my ass firmly, making me yelp.

“Hey!”

“There is no cellulite back here. But you do have the cutest dimples right above your ass.” He kisses and then nibbles each of them, making me raise my ass in the air. “You have the sweetest rear-end.” He kisses each cheek, and the next thing I know, he’s parted my cheeks, spreading my labia open, and his mouth is on me.

“Holy shit!”

His large hands pin my hips to the bed, and his mouth is going to town on me, sucking, lapping, nibbling, and when he sucks my clit and my metal into his mouth, I come unglued, pushing my pussy against his mouth and screaming into the pillow, my muscles pulsing.

Finally, he loosens his grip, and I turn myself over beneath him, brush my hair off my face, and before I can say anything, he lifts my hips and puts his mouth on me again, harder this time, rhythmically pushing his tongue in and out of me while his nose pushes on my piercing.

It’s too much.

“I can’t,” I murmur, but he only grunts against me and speeds the movements of his amazing tongue.

“Will, damn it, I can’t.”

He pulls his face away from me and replaces his mouth with fingers, two of them, slowly working my vagina, spreading the wetness around my lips and clit.

“Yes, you can. I need to get you good and ready, babe, so I don’t hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me.”

“If you’re not ready, I will.”

“I’m fucking ready already!” I yell in frustration, and he laughs.

“Almost. God, you’re so tight, honey.”

I look down at him, down his body that is now tense with lust and need, and see his large erection straining against his shorts.

“Take your underwear off.”

His eyes narrow on me.

“Please.” I offer him a sweet smile.

His hand leaves me long enough to pull the shorts off, and he’s kneeling in front of me, completely naked.

Holy hell, this man is gorgeous!

Seriously gorgeous.

“I love this,” he whispers as he brushes his finger across my metal, making me squirm.

“I’m glad.”

“It’s fucking sexy.” He leans down and swipes his tongue over it twice, and just like that, I wrap his hair in my fingers and come against him.

Just as I am able to open my eyes again, Will climbs up my body, and nestles his long, hard cock against my center, and leans in and kisses me.

“Mmm,” I moan and wrap my arms around him, keeping him close to me. “You feel so good.”

“Meg, open your eyes,” he whispers as he moves his hips in just that way that slides the head of his cock against my clit.

His deep blue eyes stare down into mine as he rears back and braces the impressive head of his cock against my lips.

“Are you sure?” he whispers.

“Will, in me. Now.”

He smiles softly and pushes inside me, oh so slowly.

Sweet Jesus, he’s so big. Maybe this isn’t going to work. There’s no way I can take all of him.

My eyes widen, but he kisses me softly. “It’s okay. We’ll take it slow and easy.”

His hips retreat, and then he pushes in again, a bit farther this time.

“Just relax. I won’t hurt you.” He kisses my cheek and my neck, and then kisses my lips again as his hips find a long, slow rhythm. He ever so gently slides out and then in, going deeper and deeper each time, until finally he’s all the way inside me, and he stops and gazes down at me.

“You feel so fucking good,” he whispers.

“You can move,” I whisper back. I love how quiet the room is, as though we’re writing our own song.

“I just love feeling you wrapped around me. I’ve never felt anything like you.” He barely moves his hips, but it grinds his pubic bone against the metal above my clit, and I gasp.

“Piercing?” he asks.

“Yeah, it hits my clit when you move your hips like that.”

“Good to know,” he mutters with a smug grin.

I rotate my hips and clench around him, wanting desperately for him to move.

“Ah, hell, don’t do that.”

I smile and do it again.

“Megan, this won’t last long if you keep…”

Before he can finish the sentence, I rotate my hips again and squeeze my intimate muscles, and he starts to really move, gliding out to the tip and then back in to the hilt.

“Oh yes.”

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me, babe.” His voice is raw and sweat is beading on his forehead, and I’m stunned at how much he wants me.

“I want you. Just you.”

“Damn right, just me.” And with that he picks up the pace, rocking in and out of me, thrusting harder and harder, so when he’s pushed as far as he can go, it almost hurts. He’s so big, there’s no avoiding it.

“Goddamn it.” His teeth are clenched. He grabs my hands, laces our fingers, and pulls them above my head, restraining me. “You’re so fucking sweet.”

Every touch of his pubis against my clit is setting me on fire, until finally I can’t stand it anymore. I feel the orgasm building, my legs clench, I grip his hands harder.

“Come,” he whispers in my ear and bites my neck, sending me over the edge, pulsing and bucking beneath him in the best damn orgasm of my life.

“Ah hell,” he shouts and follows me with his own release.

He buries his face in my neck and unlocks our fingers. I wrap my arms around him and cradle him to me, still inside me, and know that I’m totally and completely lost to this beautiful man.

He rolls to the side and takes me with him, reversing our positions. He manages to stay inside me, and I’m in no hurry to kick him out.

“Well, I guess it’s safe to say we’re compatible in bed,” I murmur against his chest.

He laughs and kisses my head. “True, but you might kill me.”

“How so?”

“Now that I’ve had you, I won’t be able to get enough of you. I think I’m addicted to how you feel, how you sound, and being buried deep inside you.”

I don’t really mind the sound of that at all.

And, besides, it’s totally mutual.

I sigh and rest my arm across his chest. Will traces the music inked on my arm with his finger.

“What song is it?” he asks softly.

“
I Dare You to Move
by Switchfoot.”

“What part of the song is this?”

Startled, I gaze up at him. “You do know me pretty well already, don’t you?”

“You wouldn’t permanently put anything on your body unless it meant something. What lyrics go with this music?” He smiles down at me and kisses my forehead.

I’ve never shared this with anyone.

“
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor,”
I whisper and feel Will sigh.

“It’s beautiful,” he murmurs and drops the subject.

“I like yours, too.” I grin up at him and then pinch him.

“Hey! What was that for?”

“You never told me you have a tattoo.”

“You never asked.” He hugs me tighter and sweeps his hand down my back to my ass and back up again.

I want to purr like a kitten.

“I get the number eight is your jersey number, but what does the rest mean?” I ask him and trace the art on his side. His tattoo is over his right rib cage. It’s the number eight surrounded by lots of little lines and squiggles that don’t seem to make any sense.

“Look closely,” he mutters and raises his arm so I can get a better look.

Holy shit.

“It’s all the players’ signatures?” I ask.

“Yep. It represents my team. I may be the center of it, but I’m surrounded by a whole team of great men and really good players. So I had a board made with the number in the middle and asked all the guys to sign around it, and there it is.”

“Do you add names as teammates come and go?” I ask.

“Yeah. It started with college, and I’ve added the names as the years go by.”

“What if your number changes?” I ask.

“It’s not going to. They retired my number at UW, and Seattle will probably do the same when I retire.”

“Big-shot football star,” I murmur, earning a light slap on my ass, and I grin. I continue tracing it with my fingertips and push up to kiss his chin.

“So you’re not just a pretty face,” I remark sarcastically.

“No, that’s you, babe. You’ve got the pretty face.”

“I’m so not your type.” I roll off him and run my hands down my face.

Will rolls on top of me and glares down at me, pissed off. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“It just means that I’m not what most athletes would go for. I’m not tall, blond and leggy. I’m not arm candy. I’m a rocker chick-turned-nurse. I’m no one special.”

With each word coming out of my mouth, I’m pissing him off more.

Why? It’s just the truth.

“Have you heard a word I’ve told you? You are exactly my type. Physically and emotionally. I love this sweet body of yours. I love your dirty mouth. Aside from your crazy hours, I’m proud as fuck of you for being an awesome nurse and friend to those kids of yours. I don’t care what anyone says, you are who I want.”

He cups my face in his hands. “You are what I want. Just you.”

“I didn’t mean to piss you off, I just…”

“You didn’t just piss me off, honey. You put yourself down and hurt my feelings. Trust me, if you didn’t interest me, you wouldn’t be here.”

I run my fingers down his face and smile up at him gently. “Okay.”

“Now, I’m hungry.”

“Kitchen sex?” I ask excitedly as he pulls me to my feet and tosses one of his jerseys at me.

“Food first, then yes, if you’re good, I’ll let you have your way with me on the kitchen counter.”

“Yes!”

***

“I never realized how messy kitchen sex is,” I murmur and watch Will fiddle with the showerheads, lowering them so they don’t hit me in the face.

His shower is massive. We could easily host the entire offensive line in here.

“That’s better, come on.” He takes my hand and pulls me gently into the shower. Oh God, the hot water feels amazing. I glance down to see the remnants of ice cream and chocolate syrup get washed down the drain.

“Here, it’s your fault that I’m sticky. You wash me.” I hand him a washcloth, and he lathers it up with my body wash. “Hey, when did my body wash show up here?”

“I bought it to keep here. I’m hoping you’ll be staying here a lot, at least when I’m home.” He smiles down at me, and warmth spreads through me. “Of course, you’re welcome here even when I’m not home.”

“I’m happy to stay when you’re home. It seems silly to stay here when you’re gone, given that my place is less than twenty minutes from here. We’ll have to put some of your things at my place, too, in case we end up there.”

He jerks me against him and kisses me roughly.

“Hey! I’m not clean. Let’s get clean before we get dirty again.”

He laughs down at me and finishes cleaning us both off, and then we take turns rinsing the suds off our bodies.

Will wraps me in a large bath sheet, warm from a towel warmer. “You’re going to spoil me, Montgomery.”

“Good.” He kisses my forehead and wraps a towel around his waist. “Let’s go back to bed.”

“My hair is wet.”

He frowns at my hair for a second. “Wait here.”

He marches out of the bathroom, and I hear cabinet doors banging, and then he’s back with a blow dryer. “Jules left this here a few months ago. She probably has ten of them.”

He plugs the blow dryer in and motions for me to stand in front of him, and he systematically blows my hair dry.

Well, shit. No man has ever done that before.

I meet his eyes in the mirror, and he smiles contentedly, then concentrates again on my hair. When it’s dry, he turns off the dryer and lays it on the countertop to cool.

“Bed.”

Chapter Ten

“Wake up, sweetheart.”

Will brushes my hair off my face and kisses my cheek.

“Hmph.”

“I have to go, babe. I need you to wake up.”

Go?

I open my eyes and take in the pretty. God, he’s a nice way to wake up. “Mornin’,” I murmur and stretch.

“Good morning.”

I sit up and let the sheet drop to my lap and push my hair back over my shoulders. Will’s eyes are on my breasts, and I grin. “Like what you see?”

“You have no idea.”

“Stay here and show me.” I lie back and open my arms to him.

He climbs across the bed and kisses me, hovering over me.

“I can’t stay. I have to go train for a while. You can come with me if you want.” He kisses my nose as I laugh up at him.

“Honey, I don’t run. If you ever see me running, you’d better start running, too, ’cause that means something is chasing me.”

He chuckles down at me, kisses me again, and then sits up. “You’re funny. Okay then, lazy bones, stay here and look gorgeous in my bed. I have to go get tortured for a while.”

“I work tonight,” I remind him, and he frowns.

“What shift?”

“Swing. I have to be there at two and get off at two in the morning.”

“How long does this shift go this week?”

“Just tonight, then I’m off three in a row.” I snuggle down in the comfortable white sheets and hug Will’s pillow to me as I talk to him. “This pillow smells like you.”

“Come here tonight after work.”

“I don’t know…”

“Please.” His hand glides from my knee, up my thigh and over my hip to my side. “I don’t want to be without you tonight.”

“Okay. No game this weekend? This is Sunday, isn’t it?”

“It’s Monday night this week. I was hoping you’d be off so you could come. I own one of the suites, and the family usually comes and hangs out and watches the game.”

“Oh, that’s right. Jules and Natalie asked me to go out for a little shopping and happy hour with them Monday. They said the guys were going to the game, and we should do the girl thing.”