WMIS 03 Play With Me (10 page)

I’ve
never seen anyone spring to their feet so quickly in my life. He pulls me to my
feet as well and starts stalking back the way we came.

“Slow
down! Will, your legs are longer than mine!” I’m practically running behind
him, and he stops abruptly and turns back to me. He looks pissed, his eyes
narrowed and on fire, mouth tight, jaw clenched. I take an involuntary step
back. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound like such a whore, I just…”

“If
you ever call yourself a whore again,” he pushes his face into mine, his nose
only centimeters from touching my own, “I will take you over my knee and spank
the hell out of you. Do you understand me? You turn me inside out. I want to
fuck you seven shades of Sunday, and I want to make long, slow, sweet love to
you for days. I’m craving you, goddamn it, and you can’t just say shit like
that to me when I know what you taste like, and what you look like and I need
desperately to know what the fuck you feel like.”

I
blink at him, completely thrown.

Well,
okay then.

“Now,
as much as I want to strip you naked and take you on the fifty-yard-line, I
don’t need those photos surfacing on the internet any more than you do.”

And
with that he bends down and in one swift move, lifts me onto his shoulder and
begins carrying me off the field, just as quickly as he was before.

“I
can walk,” I remind him.

“Not
fast enough,” he mutters and slaps my ass.

“Hey!”

“You
deserve that and more, now shut up, Megan.”

Holy
fuck.

We
get to the car and he sets me on my feet, and then helps me into the passenger
seat. He walks briskly around the car and folds himself easily behind the
wheel, starts the car and pulls out of the garage, speeding toward the freeway.

His
handsome face is scowling and he won’t look at me.

I’m
not sure what to think. Why is he so pissed off? Too much sexual tension? Well,
join the club, sexy man.

“So…”
I start but he interrupts me.

“Don’t
talk.”

What?

We’re
back on Interstate 5, heading north this time, and he’s driving way past the
speed limit. He passes the exit for my place, and I frown over at him but he
doesn’t acknowledge me. Suddenly, he’s pulling off the freeway, turns left, and
follows the road to an exclusive part of Seattle. The homes are set back from
the road with gates. He approaches the end of the street, pulls into a drive
and enters a code for the gate.

“The
code is 051877. Can you remember that?”

“Oh,
so you’re speaking to me,” I mutter sarcastically.

He
just looks over at me expectantly until I huff and say, “051877.”

The
gate opens and Will drives us down to a beautiful home that has an unbelievable
view of the Puget Sound. From what I can see in the semi-darkness, the house is
a traditional-style stone house, two stories, with a four car garage.

“Wow.
This is beautiful.”

“Thank
you,” he mutters and pulls the car into a garage, parks and cuts the engine. He
unbuckles both of our belts and looks over at me, just stares at me for a long
minute.

“What
is it?” I whisper.

“I
want you.”

“I
sort of figured that out, babe.” I offer him a smile, but he doesn’t return it.
Maybe this is an invitation without actually asking me, to make good on what I
said in the stadium?

“Are
you wearing underwear?” I ask him.

He
laughs ruefully –
finally! –
and shakes his head. “Of course. Most
people do, Meg.”

“Tilt
your seat back,” I tell him. He holds my gaze and does as I ask. I kick off my
shoes and pull my legs under me in the seat, settling my butt on my heels.
Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I lean in and kiss him hard and deep,
earning a growl from deep in his throat. I reach down and unbutton and unzip
his jeans and he helps me by raising his hips and shimmying his pants and
really
sexy
white boxer briefs down his hips, letting his heavy, long, thick
erection spring free.

Jesus
H. Christ, the man is hung!
Given his height, this shouldn’t surprise me in the
least, but it does intimidate me. I bite my lip and look into his gorgeous blue
eyes uncertainly.

“What’s
wrong, babe?” he asks me and runs his knuckles down my cheek.

“When
we do finally get to have sex, I’m not sure…” I can’t complete the sentence and
he chuckles.

“You’ll
stretch, Meg.” His eyes are warm and happy, and he pulls me in for another
long, slow kiss. I reach down and stroke him, loving the velvet-soft skin, the
feel of the veins, and the smooth, round tip.

“Goddamn,
honey.” He throws his head back and sucks in a deep breath. “Your hands should
come with a warning label.”

I
grin and lick the head of his cock, right across the top, lapping up the little
bead of dew that already formed there. His hips buck up off the seat and I
decide I’ve played nice long enough.

I
want to drive him fucking mad.

I
lick him from his balls to the tip, and then back down again, and then, cupping
his scrotum in one hand, I sink down on him and suck.

“Holy,
fuck!” He sinks his hands in my hair and gently starts to guide me up and down
his hardness. I suck and lick, and suck and lick some more with each movement
and continue the torture with my hands. I feel his balls tighten in my right hand,
and I know it won’t be long before he loses control.

So
I sink down on him as far as I can, until I feel him deep in my throat, and
slip my finger down past his scrotum to that sensitive skin just underneath and
I rub gently, making him crazy.

“Megan,
I’m going to come.”

I
hum in pleasure, but I feel him holding back, so I repeat the motions, move my
mouth up and down his shaft, and rub that little spot below his scrotum.

“Ah,
fuck!” Will comes violently, shoots his warmth into the back of my mouth and I
swallow quickly. I continue to lick and tease him as droplets continue to flow 
out of his slit, and I smile as his body goes lax.

I
look up into his deep blue eyes and offer him a shy grin. “Was that okay?”

“Sweetheart,
if that had been any more okay, I would have died.”

I
laugh as he tucks himself back in, and then he leans over and kisses me hard
and fast.

“Stay
with me tonight.”

Yes!

“Not
for sex,” he continues. “Although I’m about to kill someone if I don’t get
inside you soon. I just don’t want to be without you tonight. You can stay in
my spare room if you want.”

“Can
I sleep with you?”

“If
you wear one of my shirts, yes.”

“Deal.”

Chapter Eight

I
wake with a start, sitting up in bed, disoriented.  I’m swimming in a huge
football jersey and boy boxer-briefs, which immediately throws me off. I take
in the large room, bathed in moonlight, and remember I’m in Will’s room.

In
Will’s bed.

The
sexy man is sleeping soundly next to me, on his side, facing me. His handsome
face is relaxed in sleep and there is stubble starting to grow on his firm,
square chin. His hair is messier than usual, begging my fingers to run through
it.

So
I do.

He’s
also in a t-shirt and pajama pants, and when he brought me here, to his
beautifully decorated bedroom, and bed the size of a small country, he’d been
tender and sweet and the perfect gentleman.

I
love it and I hate it.

I’m
ready to give my body to him. Hell, I think I’ve already given him my heart,
and that scares the hell out of me.

I
lie like this for a long while, gently brushing his soft almost-brown hair with
my fingers, memorizing his sleeping face. He shifts slightly and reaches up to
take my hand in his, kisses my hand, and without opening his eyes, pulls me
against his chest, wraps his arms around me and holds me close.

“Go
back to sleep, sweetheart,” he whispers and kisses my hair.

My
eyes close, and I fall asleep to the sound of his heart against my ear.

* * *

“Do
you know how to drive a stick?” Will asks me nervously as I adjust the driver’s
seat in his sexy Mustang.

“Of
course I do. Don’t insult me,” I shoot him a mock glare and then smile widely,
jumping up and down in the seat. “Gimme the keys.”

“You’re
adorable.” He’s grinning at me, enjoying my enthusiasm. He’s letting me drive
his car to our date tonight.

“I’m
ready to drive. Hand them over, Montgomery.” I hold my hand out, palm up,
waiting for the keys. He kisses my palm, and then drops the keys in it.

“Okay,
let’s go.”

I
press on the clutch and start the car. It purrs to life and I sigh in
happiness.

“I
might have an orgasm while I drive,” I mention casually.

“I’d
rather you didn’t,” Will laughs. “Let’s get there in once piece, sweetheart.”

“Where
are we going, anyway?” I ask and start to pull into his driveway, but kill the
car, making it jerk frantically.

“Holy
shit!” Will exclaims, gripping onto the car door.

“Sorry.
Just getting used to the clutch.” I start the car again and pull into the
drive, ignoring the glares coming at me from the passenger seat.

“Don’t
kill my transmission.”

“Oh,
calm down. It’s just a car, right?” I bat my eyes at him and giggle when he
twists my ear in his fingers. “Where are we going?”

“Bowling.
The Alley not far from your place.”

“A
couples date?” I ask incredulously.

“No,
a family date,” Will clarifies.

I
stare at his profile for a second and then look back to the road and can’t help
but laugh. “Is this your plan to keep your hands off me until the official end
of the third date?” I ask.

He
smirks and then rubs his hand down his face. “Fuck.”

“We
almost had sex with your family sitting twenty feet away before, Will.”

He
glares at me and then smirks again. “You were hot for me even then.”

“Whatever,
don’t flatter yourself.” I smother a happy smile and focus on the conversation
at hand. “Why bowling?”

“Well,
a few times a year we all like to get together and go.”

I
gape at him, trying to wrap my head around Luke Williams, movie-star, bowling.

“It’s
okay, sweetheart, I’ll show you how.”

This
time I can’t stop my smug smile. I bowl quite well, thank you very much, but I
choose to let him think he’ll be giving me instructions.  Hmm… Will, pressed up
against my back, showing me how to roll the ball down the lane… yes, this has
possibilities.

“So,
who’s going to be there?” I ask and purposely swerve on the two-lane side
street, just to get a rise out of Will.

“Hey!
Stay in your lane!”

“You
have insurance,” I smirk at him, earning another glare. I laugh out loud,
enjoying both him and the car.

This
car is fucking amazing.

“Who’s
going with us?” I ask again.

“Jules
and Nate, Luke and Nat, Brynna, Isaac and Stacy, although she’ll just watch
because she’s miserably pregnant at this point.” He offers me a wide smile.
“And I think Matt and Caleb and Luke’s sister Sam are even coming tonight, so
we’ll have everyone accounted for.”

“I’m
going to need some drinks,” I mutter and Will scowls.

“No,
no alcohol for either one of us tonight.” He shakes his head adamantly.

“Why
ever not?”

“Because
when I get you back to my bed later, I’m going to make love to you for hours,
and you will not only be awake for it, you’ll have full use of your beautiful
brain.” He takes my hand in his, links our fingers and kisses my knuckles. “I
mean it, Meg, no alcohol. Please.”

How
can I refuse that?

“Okay,
no alcohol,” I agree and my stomach twists and turns nervously. He smiles
softly and kisses my hand again before I pull into the bowling alley parking
lot. I find a parking spot and kill the engine and take a deep, deep breath.

“Thank
you for letting me drive your car,” I murmur over to him with a big smile on my
face.

“You’re
welcome. You look hot driving this car.”

“It’s
the car. Anyone would look hot while driving it.”

“Can
I have my keys back now?” he asks.

We
find the whole gang already in the bowling alley, putting on their shoes and
choosing balls. The alley is small, in an out-of-the-way neighborhood of
Seattle, and I’m sure it was chosen on purpose to minimize the chance of Luke
and Will being recognized. The lanes are dark, the pins and artwork lit up with
black light and pop music is playing loudly. This is obviously techno-bowl
night.