WMIS 03 Play With Me (22 page)

I
lick it up and then take a big bite of the beignet. “Open your mouth,” I
instruct her, and she complies readily. I chuckle as I feed her the remaining
portion of the fried dough, then dive in the bag for another and continue to
shake the sugar on her delectable body, then eat the beignet, sharing pieces
with her.

“I
think you’ll need to be my plate more often, babe. You make everything taste
sweeter.”

“Cheeky
bastard,” she mumbles sleepily and I laugh out loud.

Grabbing
a fresh donut, I move between her legs, shoulder her thighs wide apart and
settle in for some fun.

Fuck,
she’s already wet. Sleepy my ass. She’s playing with me.

God,
I love her.

I
shake some sugar over her pussy and watch it fall like snow on her pink flesh.
Her clit is hard, that silver piercing just begging for my tongue. So I lean
forward and lick her, from her soft folds to that warm metal, and all around,
licking up every last bit of sugar, then take a bite of donut. I look up at her
face and her eyes are open now, watching me, her gorgeous hazel eyes shining in
lust, hands fisting the sheets. I offer her the donut, and she takes it from me
and flings it over the side of the bed, licks her fingers and plunges them into
my hair with a huge grin on her gorgeous face.

“Didn’t
want anymore?” I ask sarcastically.

“I’ve
had enough of those.”

“Me
too. But I haven’t had enough of this.” I spread her with my thumbs, opening her
up to me and kiss her, plunging my tongue inside her and licking all around.
Her hips buck up against my face, but I hold her firmly, not letting her twist
away.

She
goes fucking crazy when I eat her out. It’s the sexiest damn shit I’ve ever
seen.

Replacing
my mouth with my hands, I move up to tease her clit, not flicking at it, but
lapping at it, pushing it, and tugging, ever so gently, that silver with my
teeth.

“Will!”
she cries and bucks again. I push my fingers down, then pull them out and lick
them.

“Yes,
love?”

“Need
you in me.”

“I’ve
been in you sweetheart.” I push my fingers back in to prove my point, making
her moan.

“Come
up here,” she pants.

“What
do you need?” I ask and brush her clit with my nose, making her squirm and me
smile.

“You.
Always you.”

“Fuck
yes, me.” I climb up her body and lay over her. She cradles me against her, her
strong legs wrapped around my waist, arms around my shoulders and fingers in my
hair and I just lean on my elbows and gaze down at her.

“You
are so fucking incredible, Megan.”

Her
eyelids droop, and she blushes like she does when she’s happy. I brush my lips
over hers and slide my cock through her wetness, pushing her piercing with the
tip and she bites my lower lip.

“Like
that?”

“Mmm.”
She nods slightly and cups my ass with her hands, tugging me closer to her.
God, I want to be inside her.

I
need to be inside her.

I
rear back and slowly push through the wetness, through her swollen folds, and
sink in until I feel her resistence.

She’s
so damn tight.

“This
is my favorite place to be,” I whisper to her and feel her smile against my
neck.

“It’s
the top of my list too,” she whispers back.

And
slowly, we begin to move. Everything in me is telling me to fuck the shit out
of her, to pound her and mark her until I’m all she sees, and all she knows.
All she remembers.

But
on this sticky, sweet morning, all I want is to go slow. To be gentle with her.
To memorize every sigh, every moan, every tightening of her muscles as she
holds me to her.

I
just want to make love to my girl.

And
so I do, until she’s writhing and shuddering, and I feel those sweet muscles
around my cock tighten like a fucking vice.

“Let
go, babe,” I whisper and watch avidly as she tightens, every muscle in her
delectable body clenching and pulsing around me, and cries out my name as she
explodes.

I
can’t hold it in any longer, and I empty myself into her as she continues to
move and shudder, my face pressed to her neck, telling her how much I love her.

It
hurts, just a little, that she can’t say it back yet. But she will.

Chapter Seventeen

~Meg~

“I
had a great time this week.” I am snuggled up to Will’s side in our cab on the
way to my place from the airport. The Seattle evening is rainy and dark. “Thank
you.”

“No
need to thank me, babe.” He kisses my hair and tightens the arm around my
shoulders. “I had fun too. We’ll go again soon.”

“It’s
a date.”

“Why
don’t you just come back to my place with me?” he asks for the third time,
making me chuckle.

“Because
I need to unpack, do some laundry and get ready to go back to work. And so do
you.”

“I
could stay at your place with you. If you don’t mind my dirty underwear being
washed with yours.” I hear the humor in his voice and lean back to look up into
his handsome face.

“You’re
always welcome at my place.” I plant a kiss on his cheek and lean my head on
his shoulder again. “I need to make you a key.”

He
smiles against my hair and kisses me again as I see my townhouse come into
view.

And
the woman sitting on my steps.

Fuck
me!

“Shit.”

“Who
is that?” Will asks as I pull out of his arms.

“Sylvia.”

“Fuck,”
he whispers.

“Exactly.”

I
jump out of the car as Will throws bills at the cab driver and stalk angrily up
to the beaten down, trashy woman smirking at me on the stairs.

“What
the hell are you doing here?”

“You
hung up on me, so I thought I’d just come talk to you in person. What, you’re
not happy to see mommy dearest?”

“Get
the fuck off my property.”

“That’s
no way to speak to your mother.” Her eyes flash as she stands and the sight of
her makes me sick. She’s too thin, about my height. Her auburn hair is full of
gray, hazel eyes are dull and her skin is ashy. Her old clothes hang on her
slight frame. At one time, she’d been really pretty.

Now
she just looks old and worn. And she’s not even fifty yet. My stomach rolls.

“You
know you’re not welcome here.” I tell her, my voice strong, arms crossed over
my chest, ignoring the rain falling on me.

“So
this is your new young man.” Her lips spread in what she considers her flirty
smile, but her teeth are yellow, and she just looks… pathetic. “Hi there.”

Will
is standing behind me now, his hands on my shoulders, showing me his support
and I’ve never been more thankful for him.

“I
believe Megan asked you to leave.” His voice is hard and firm.

Her
smile disappears and is replaced with a cold sneer. “I’m not leaving until I
get more money out of this ungrateful little bitch.”

“I
told you…”

“I
don’t give a fuck what you told me. You owe me! I want what’s mine!” She
marches down the stairs to get in my face, but Will pulls me aside and steps in
front of me, looking down at Sylvia with fire in his eyes.

“She
doesn’t owe you anything. She asked you to leave. Don’t make me call the cops.”
His voice is low and pissed, and Sylvia takes a step back, her eyes wide and
stunned.

Did
she really think she could just show up here and leave with a pocket full of
money?

Yes.

Because
I always give in to her. No matter how ashamed I feel later, I always give in.

No
more.

“Go
back to Montana, Sylvia. You wasted your time coming here.” I mutter angrily as
I link my hand with Will’s. He squeezes my hand reassuringly.

“I
don’t have any money!” she whines.

“Not
my problem. I sent you money.”

“Not
enough,” she spits out.

“It’s
the last you’ll get from me.” My voice is low now, and firm. Her eyes register
surprise again, and then they narrow on my face with such hatred I take a step
backward. Will frowns down at me and squeezes my hand again.

“You’ll
send it. You know what will happen if you don’t. I’ll go to the press and tell
them all about the big football star’s new girlfriend. What a piece of trash
she is. Where she comes from.” Sylvia sneers at me. “Won’t that be great
publicity for him?”

“Call
the police,” Will states calmly and Sylvia’s jaw drops.

“I’ll
go to the press…”

“Go
to the press. Go anywhere you want, as long as it’s not here. I don’t give a
shit what you say. Megan is not trash, she just comes from it.” I gape up at
him, as Sylvia gasps at the insult. “You can’t hurt her. She’s told you to
leave, now leave.”

She
looks at me, her mouth set in a grim line. “Fine.”

She
marches down to the ancient Honda parked at the curb and then looks back at me.
“You always were a worthless piece of shit.”

“Get
the fuck out!” Will yells, cutting her off. She jumps in her car and speeds
away.

I
can’t move. I just stand here, in the rain, hugging myself and watch her car
disappear down the street.

“Look
at me.”

I’m
too ashamed. Jesus, what must he think of me now? I bury my face in my hands
and will the tears back.

Crying
won’t solve anything.

“Just
go, Will.”

“Look
at me,” he repeats, his hands on my shoulders now. “Megan, stop. Look at me.”

I
look up into his eyes, still so embarrassed.

“I’m
so sorry…”

“Shh.”
He shakes his head and hugs me to him, wrapping his arms around my shoulders,
pinning my arms against his chest, and I’ve never felt so safe. “I’m sorry
she’s so horrible.”

“I
meant it,” I mumble against him. “I’m not sending her any more money.”

“No,
you’re not.”

“You’re
not either. She will ask you.”

“Hmm,”
he murmurs, non-committally.

“I
mean it.”

“Okay.
Let’s go inside.” He picks up our bags and leads me in the house, disarming the
alarm.

“I’m
surprised she didn’t try to break in and wait for me in the house,” I comment.
That’s her usual M.O.

“She
must have seen the alarm. See? I told you you needed an alarm.” He offers me a
smug smile and my chest loosens. I don’t want to think about Sylvia anymore.
She can’t hurt me.

I
snicker as he turns his back to me to pick our bags up and take them upstairs.
“Yes, you were right.”

“What
did you say?” he asks sarcastically.

“You’re
handsome,” I reply with a grin.

“No,
that’s not what you said,”

“I
like your shirt?”

“Nope.”
He sets the bags down and slowly saunters to me, his eyes narrowed and a smile
tickling his lips. “Tell me.”

“Um…
I think we should order dinner in?”

He
laughs now, full-out, and the knot in my stomach from seeing Sylvia on my
doorstep is gone.

“I
think you said something about me being right.”

“Did
not,” I scoff.

“Did
too.”

“I
wouldn’t do that,” I reply and shake my head. “You must be thinking of someone
else.”

“No,
you’re the only beautiful, smart-mouthed woman on my mind these days.”

“Gee,
that’s so good to hear,” I reply sarcastically and he sweeps in and throws me
over his shoulder, heading for the stairs.

“Hey!
Our luggage!”

“We’ll
get it later. I think I need to teach you a lesson.”

“What
kind of lesson?” I look down at his firm, tight ass and give it a little smack,
just because I can.

He
smacks mine back, making me yelp.

“The
fun kind.”

I
smile and brace myself on his lean hips as he easily climbs the stairs.

God,
I love him.

* * *

“So,
you’re playing Arizona next Sunday?” I ask from my spot on the couch. Will
taught me my lesson. I think I may need more lessons like that in the future.
I’m a slow learner. Then we ordered in dinner, and now we’re on the couch,
watching football.

Well,
Will is watching football. I’m about to paint my toenails.