WMIS 03 Play With Me (31 page)

My
breath catches at his words, my thighs tighten and I turn so I can kiss him
again, bury my fingers in his hair and just hold on to him.

He
lifts me and sits in a loveseat, right in the middle, and cradles me in his
lap, kissing me deeply, his hands roaming all over my body, leaving a trail of
fire behind them. I grip his face in my hands and hold his mouth to mine, and
show him how much I love him.

Finally,
I crawl off his lap, headed to kneel on the floor and suck him, but he stops
me. “Wait.”

“What?”

“I
don’t want you to do that tonight.”

“Why
not?” I frown. I thought he liked it when I did that?

“Because
tonight is all about you, my love.”

“Huh?”
I tilt my head and look down at him, straddling him, in the moonlight. He
places his palm flat on my chest between my breasts, and then glides it down my
stomach.

“Let
me just make love to you.”

“You
always make love to me,” I whisper and kiss his cheek. “Remember?”

“I
know, but,” he stops himself, a war raging on his face.

“What,
babe?”

“You
deserve so much. You should never, ever be on your knees.” He lifts me and lays
me gently on my back along the couch, kneeling between my thighs, and covers me
with his large body. I wrap my silk-covered legs around his hips, and he
settles against me, his long, hard cock nestled in my wet folds. He teases my
metal with the tip and I gasp.

“I
fucking love that piercing,” he grins down at me and pushes his fingers into my
hair, brushing the loosened tendrils back from my face.

“I’m
glad.” I sigh as he runs the backs of his fingers down my face. “Will?”

“Yes,
my love.” He runs his nose down along my own, nuzzling it.

“When
I can say the words, when I can finally tell you how I feel, please don’t leave
me.” The words are barely a whisper, spoken so softly at first I don’t know if
he hears me. I run my hands down his back to his ass and up again, watching his
face. Watching his eyes. They haven’t changed, but I can see the wheels turning
in his handsome head.

“Megan,
the thought of being without you destroys me,” he whispers, just as softly, and
sinks into me, slowly, until he’s completely buried in me. He’s holding my head
in his palms, his elbows braced on the couch under my shoulders, his face less
than an inch from my own. “Just the thought of you not being in my life is my
undoing. When you feel safe enough to say what I know you feel, it will be the
best moment of my life.”

I
cup his face in my hands as he starts to move inside me, gently, in long smooth
strokes. Holding my head firmly, he lowers his lips to mine, and makes love to
me, completely connecting his body to me, until in a slow-building crescendo,
we both let go and come apart in each other’s arms.

And
as we regain our senses, I hear him whisper, “Everything, Megan.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

“I
just won a hundred bucks!” I exclaim and grin over at Samantha, who is sitting
two machines down from me.

“I
just lost two hundred. Jesus, why are we here again?” She scowls as she takes a
long sip of her diet soda. “And why can’t I drink?”

“Because
we’re the drivers tonight. They were our drivers last week, this week it’s our
turn.”

“This
sucks.” She mutters and feeds another hundred dollar bill into her machine.

“It
probably sucked for them, too,” I laugh. We are at the casino north of Seattle
on Monday night, waiting for the guys to need a ride home. Will has tomorrow
off of training, so they decided tonight was the best night for a bachelor
party. They’ve been up in the high roller room for a few hours now, most likely
smoking cigars and drinking whiskey and playing poker. It’s all very Hollywood
in my head as I imagine it.

But
there’s no way in hell that I’m going up there. I just pray to God no one needs
to be carried out to the van because these guys are big, and there’s no way
that Sam and I can carry them.

They’ll
have to sleep on the casino floor.

“You’re
a bad fucking loser!” I twirl at the sound of our group, and sure enough, here
they all come, tripping over each other, laughing, drunk as shit.

“I
am not a bad loser,” Nate slurs. “But you took ten thousand fucking dollars. Do
you know what I can do for your sister with that kind of money?”

“Yeah,
probably buy her another pair of shoes she doesn’t need,” Matt responds
happily, completely sober.

“Why
are you sober?” I ask him.

“Because
he’s a pussy,” Will explains, earning him a punch to the arm. “Watch it! That’s
my throwing arm, asshat.”

“Charming,”
I murmur and look over at Sam. “Did we act like this?”

“Yes,”
Matt responds with a grin. “Except these guys aren’t talking about sex.”

“Yet,”
Isaac adds with a happy grin, then frowns deeply. “Except I don’t get to have
sex for another month. Damn babies.”

“Dude,
that’s your kid.”

“Yeah,
he’s great.” Isaac grins goofily and I start to herd them toward the door like
I’m herding cattle.

“Come
on, guys, let’s go home to the ladies.”

“What
lady,” Caleb asks. “Ain’t got no lady.”

“I’ll
be your lady, handsome,” Sam grins at him sassily and Caleb smiles wide and
puts his arm around her waist, leaning on her.

“Now,
that’s a nice offer,” he murmurs.

“Get
your ugly hands off my sister, dude,” Luke’s voice is hard and not quite as
slurred as the others.

“Oh
yeah. You’re family,” Caleb pouts and hugs Sam before setting her aside. “Why
do all the hot women in the world have to be taken?”

Will
saunters over to me with a loose, happy grin on his handsome face. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“Let’s
go home and get naked.”

“Holy
shit, you’re Will Montgomery!” We all turn at the woman’s voice to find a tall,
slender, long-haired blonde smiling widely. She’s all tan, with too much makeup
and not enough clothes.

“That
I am,” Will slurs as he walks to her and very deliberately looks her up and down,
then smiles back at her. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

He
fucking called her sweetheart!

“Amanda,”
Barbie responds and holds her hand out for a shake. I look over at the
brothers, all of whom are shifting uncomfortably. “Can I give you a hug?”

“Hey,
I always welcome hugs.” He opens his arms wide and she steps up to him, presses
her perky little body against him and hugs him around the neck.

“Seriously?”
I ask the room at large.

“Can
I give you my number?” Amanda asks as she pulls out of his arms.

“Fuck,
no, you can’t.” I stomp over to my way-too-drunk boyfriend and slip my arm
around his waist. He smiles down at me happily.

“Hey,
babe. This is Amanda.”

“Fantastic,”
I sneer.

“Amanda,
this is Megan, my beautiful girlfriend.”

Amanda
blinks at me, then up at Will. “Uh, sorry.”

“Always
happy to meet the fans,” Will slurs and waves goodbye to her as I turn him
toward the door.

“Fucking
moron,” Caleb mutters.

When
we get outside, Sam has pulled the van up, and all the guys climb in, Will
last.

“I’m
an idiot when I’m drunk,” Will slurs, serious now. “You know I wouldn’t have
taken her number, right?”

“Right,”
I sigh and motion for him to get in the car.

“’Cause
I love you, babe.”

“I
know. Get in the car so we can take everyone home.”

This
ride home is amazingly more calm that the one last week. Most of the guys pass
out cold, snoring away. Matt sits quietly behind me and to my left, typing on
his phone. At each stop, the girls come out to gather their men, and when we
get to Caleb’s, Matt helps him inside, then takes his own car from Caleb’s
home.

Sam
drops us off last.

“See
you at the wedding on Saturday.” I smile at her and help Will inside, get him
up the stairs, stripped down, and in bed.

“I
need to get you something for that headache you’re sure to have tomorrow.”

He
pulls me down with him into the bed and loops a heavy arm around my waist.
“You’re so pretty.”

I
smile and cup his face in my palm. “So are you.”

“I
wasn’t really flirting with that girl, Meg.” His eyes are droopy, falling shut,
but then he fights then open again.

“Are
you worried that I’m mad about that?”

“Yeah,”
he sighs, his breath smelling of horrible cigars and beer.

“I’m
not.” I sigh back. Amazingly, I’m not. Even if I hadn’t been there I trust that
he would have told her no.

“M’kay.”
And he’s asleep.

I
slide out from under him and take a shower, dry my hair, and pull on one of the
jerseys that I’ve come to claim as mine when I’m here. I pull on his underwear
and wander downstairs, leaving the lights off.

I
sit in one of the plush armchairs that faces the water and pull my knees up to
my chest, wrapping my arms around them, and take a deep breath.

I
didn’t lie when I said I wasn’t mad about Will flirting with that woman
tonight. I’m not mad. But it did reiterate to me that Will can literally have
any woman he wants. All he’d have to do is crook his finger, and they’d come
running.

I
know he loves me, but what happens when he gets tired of me, and that tall,
beautiful blonde starts to look more appealing?

I
want to trust him when he says that he loves me. I believe he means it. And I
love him so much it hurts.

I
should go up and go to bed, but I’m not sleepy, so I reach over for my guitar.
I left it here last night with the intention of practicing for Jules’ wedding,
and there’s no time like now.

I
don’t think anything could wake Will up right now.

So
I strum and sing, playing the song over and over, tweaking the arrangement here
and there to fit my voice. It’s a beautiful song. I wonder how it came to be
Jules and Nate’s special song?

And
it occurs to me, that Will and I don’t have a special song yet. Well, there was
the song that the kid played on the sax while we danced in New Orleans, when
Will first told me he loves me, but I don’t know what the song was.

I
smile and start playing a song I learned recently that I just can’t ever get
out of my head. It’s by Christina Perri, called
A Thousand Years
, and it
fits my voice perfectly.

The
intro is supposed to be on the piano, but I’ve changed it for my guitar, and
start to sing about a love that I’ve waited for for a thousand years, about
being brave to love. The lyrics are sweet, and the song itself is soft and
romantic.

I
have died everyday

Waiting
for you

Darlin'
don't be afraid,

I
have loved you for a

Thousand
years

I'll
love you for a

Thousand
more

When
I finish, I set my guitar aside, finally sleepy and stand to go upstairs, but
when I turn around, Will is sitting on the couch and startles me.

“Holy
crap!”

“Sorry,
I didn’t want to interrupt you. That was beautiful.”

“Thank
you. How long have you been down here?”

“Just
a little while. I woke up and you weren’t there, so I drank some water and took
something and sat down to listen. I hope that’s okay.”

He
looks unsure of himself, and I hate that.

“Of
course it’s okay.” I cross to him and climb in his lap. “Did you have fun
tonight?”

“Yeah,
it was fun. Lost some money, razzed the guys.” He shrugs and I smile against
his chest.

“Let’s
go up to bed.” I climb off him and hold a hand out, helping him to his feet.
“How do you feel?”

“Still
a little drunk,” he answers with a half-smile.

* * *

A
hung-over Will is not a fun Will. He’s been surly and grouchy all day, so I
left him when he finally lay down to take a nap and decided to return Jules’
dress to her.

I
hate to give it back. It’s so damn pretty.

I
walk into Jules and Nate’s downtown office and whistle softly. Wow. Nice digs.
Very high class.

There’s
a kind-looking older woman manning the reception desk. Her name plaque reads
Jenny Glover.

“Hi,
I’m Meg. I’d like to see Jules if she’s free.”