Fair Game (The Rules #1)

  “Work was fine,” I say, not really wanting to talk about work at all. I have a shift tomorrow too. I usually work all weekend, every weekend but now I’m thinking that’s too restrictive. I won’t see Shep as much. Though am I really making future plans with Shep in my head? I must be losing it. Clearly. I need to remember to take whatever it is we’re doing here one day at a time.

  That’s about all he can give me, I know.

  “Thinking of me the entire time?” He scoops up my hand in his and brings it to his mouth, dropping a warm, lingering kiss on my knuckles. I swear I feel the touch of his lips in the deepest, most secret part of me.

  “Don’t flatter yourself,” I tell him, my breath lodging in my throat when he sends me a smoldering look. One that says he’s mentally undressing me.

  “I’m just stating a fact. At least, for me it’s a fact.” He kisses the back of my hand, his gaze going back to the road. “You’re all I’ve thought about since I dropped you off this morning.”

  I shouldn’t like his admission so much. More like I shouldn’t read so much into it. This isn’t the first time he’s said this sort of thing to me though. I’m starting to think maybe Shep and I could date and see each other like two normal people, versus just having the occasional hookup.

  Ugh, why are you even thinking like this?

  Deciding it’s best I say nothing, I remain quiet, disentangling my hand from his and resting them both in my lap. I avert my head, staring out the window, nervousness coursing through me the closer we get to his house. We’re going to do this again. And it’s going to be good. How can it not be? Though I’m dying to do it with Shep again I’m also…scared.

  Scared I’ll enjoy it too much. Scared I’ll want him even more. Scared I’ll start to fall for him. Scared I’ll believe we could really have something. Scared he doesn’t feel the same way about me, about us, whatsoever.

  I clutch my trembling fingers together and will myself to keep my shit together.

  The moment he cuts the engine after pulling the car into the garage, he reaches for me, our bodies separated by the center console, his mouth fused with mine. He kisses me long and deep, his tongue searching, his hands in my hair, tugging and pulling. When he breaks the kiss first we’re both breathing hard, and he’s looking at me like I totally confuse him.

  The feeling is mutual.

  “I couldn’t wait any longer.” He touches my bottom lip with his thumb, drags it slowly back and forth and I release a shuddering breath. “I get near you and it’s like I lose all control.”

  I feel the same exact way, but no way can I admit that.

  “Let’s go inside,” he murmurs as he cups my cheek. His gaze is zeroed in on my mouth and I lick my lips, pleasure rippling through me when he closes his eyes and exhales loudly. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” I whisper, making him growl.

  Making me smile.

  “I can’t move,” Shep murmurs, his deep velvety voice washing over me. I shiver at the sound, my skin hot and damp with sweat, my muscles loose and languid.

  “Me either,” I whisper back, keeping my eyes closed. My heart is…still racing. Third orgasm of the night, best one yet if that’s even possible. I have to give credit where credit is due.

  Shepard Prescott has a magical mouth. And the most perfect, long fingers ever created. Ohhh, his fingers. And his lips. His tongue. Holy crap, his tongue. I could write a poem praising his oral skills. Though that would probably be in bad taste.

  We’re lying in the middle of his giant bed, facing each other. We’re both naked and warm and I’m still a little shaky, though I have no idea if he is or not. He’s watching me though. I can feel his eyes trail over my skin and for once, I don’t feel self-conscious. I flat out don’t care what he sees. I’m sure I look a wreck. But he’s the one who wrecked me so he may as well take a good long look at what he’s done.

  “You are so pretty right after you come.” His fingers are in my hair, right along my hairline, smoothing it back from my face. I keep my eyes tightly closed, not wanting to open them, afraid it might ruin the moment. Worse, that I might ruin the moment. I don’t do well with praise. It always embarrasses me, and when that praise has to do with the way I look after he makes me come? Um, mortifying. “Your cheeks are always so pink. Your entire body is. You’re fucking glowing.”

  There’s a reason I’m glowing. He’s lit me up from the inside. I’m completely wrung out. Just a heap of liquid limbs and warm skin, a pounding heart and tingling bits—and it’s all his fault.

  “And the sounds you make,” he continues, his voice going deeper. He scoots closer, the mattress dips and I roll closer to him, like I have no control of my body. “They make me fucking insane, Jade.”

  The sounds I make? I try my best to be quiet but he encourages me to say things. Whisper things. Moan and groan and whimper and cry out and…

  Oh, God. I make a lot of sounds.

  “Um, I think I have that sort of effect on guys, and not in a good way,” I joke, my eyes still closed, my voice but a mere whisper. I’m sort of fading. Three orgasms will do that to a girl, especially a girl who was given three orgasms the night before too. It’s some sort of record in my book. I go from zero to six within twenty four hours with a guy.

  Shep is the overall gold medal winner in making me come.

  “Mmm, in the absolute best way.” He tangles his legs with mine, wrapping one around the back of my thighs and drawing me closer so I have no choice but to run smack into him. I automatically slip my arms around his waist and press my cheek against his chest, concentrating on the sound of his thumping heart. He rests his chin on my head, his arms around me, hands on my butt.

  This is good. Comforting. I feel…safe wrapped up in his arms, nestled close to his naked body and that’s stupid, right? I’m just putting it all out there and I’ll only get hurt in the end. That’s what scares me. He has power and I have none. Not that I’ve handed over any power to him, he came into this…thing between us holding all of it right off the bat.

  I hate it.

  “I’m made of boy repellent,” I tell him sleepily, wondering why I even opened my mouth. Yeah, convince him how much boys dislike you. Way to keep him interested. “They never want to get too close for fear I might take them out.”

  “Take them out? I agree you’re pretty damn tough. And you know how to throw a hell of a slap, Frost.” I really like it when he calls me by my last name. Is that weird? It’s weird. “But deep down inside, you’re just a softie.”

  Well, maybe I am with him…

  “Besides, you haven’t met the right one yet,” he says, sounding completely logical. “You’re dealing with the wrong kind of guys. Hence the words boy repellent.”

  I open my eyes and shift, and he moves away so I can lift my head to stare up at him. “Did you just say hence the words?”

  “Yeah. I’m trying to prove to you that I’m a man, not a boy.” He kisses the tip of my nose, then my cheek. Oh, then my other cheek. Like he can’t stop. “By using fancy phrases and stuff.”

  “You don’t need to prove to me you’re a man with your stellar vocabulary. I already…” I clamp my mouth shut. I can’t continue on with what I was going to say can I? No way.

  His fingers are on my lips, as if he wants to pry them open and force me to speak. “Finish that thought.”

  I shake my head.

  “Jade…”

  “No,” I murmur against his fingers. Oh God, I can smell myself on them. These are the very fingers that were just inside my body, bringing me to a magical orgasm along with that very magical mouth and tongue and…yes, his teeth. Who knew teeth could be so sexy? Clearly I haven’t been living a full life, I swear to God.

  “Yes.” He cradles my jaw and leans in, his mouth on mine once more in a brief kiss. “Tell me how you already know I’m a man.”

  “That wasn’t what I was going to say,” I deny and he smiles against my lips. That wonderful, wid
e, he doesn’t give a crap about anything smile Shep is so good at giving.

  “Stop lying.” He kisses me again, his tongue tangling with mine lazily. I can taste myself on him too and just like last night, arousal courses through me, heady and strong. His cock rises between us, ready to rejoin the action and a moan falls from my lips. I’m tired, my limbs feel heavy but if he rolled me over right now, it would be so easy for him to slip inside me…

  “Tell me,” he whispers when he breaks the kiss. “Is it because I can make you come so hard your legs shake?”

  I say nothing. Don’t bother denying his words because they’re the truth.

  “Or maybe it’s the way I fuck you. There’s no fumbling, no denying you your satisfaction.” He kisses my neck, licks my skin and I tilt my head back, giving him better access. “You get what you deserve every single time.”

  What I deserve. I like that. “Maybe it’s because you’re the most arrogant man I’ve ever met,” I murmur.

  “Confident,” he corrects, shifting away from my neck so he can meet my gaze once more. “Maybe you liked that I knew what I wanted and I went after it with no hesitation.”

  I frown at him. “What did you want?”

  His smile returns, cocksure and bright in the dimness of the dark room. “You, baby. You.”

  And then he’s kissing me again. Stealing all my words, stealing all my thoughts. Stealing away everything that is me, until all I can focus on is the glide of his tongue against mine, his big hands roaming my body, his erection brushing against my belly. He flips me around so my back is to his front and I feel him reach for one of the condoms that’s resting on the bedside table, I can only assume.

  The next thing I know his hand is on my breast, his warm, slightly rough palm rubbing my sensitive nipple. He’s kissing and nibbling my neck, his other hand is spreading my legs and then he’s inside me, taking me from behind, his thrusts slow and shallow, like he has all the time in the world.

  Oh God, and it feels so freaking unbelievably good. I close my eyes, my head falling back on his shoulder, the position arching my chest so my breast fills his hand. His other hand is at my hip, holding me in place as he takes me. Which is exactly what he’s doing—taking me. Fucking me gently—a term I never believed in before but that’s exactly what he’s doing.

  “Hot and wet,” he whispers against my neck. “I can feel you trying to suck me deep, baby. Already eager for this to be over?”

  I have zero control of my body. If I’m trying to suck him deep, I’m not aware of it. I readjust my hips, squirming against him and his fingers press into my flesh almost painfully.

  “Stop moving,” he grits through his teeth, his mouth right at my ear, his breath hot. “Relax. No need to rush it.”

  I calm my breathing, trying to do as he says. He’s right. There’s no need to rush. I savor the drag and pull of his cock sliding in and out of my body, how both of his hands are now on my chest, my breasts filling his palms, his mouth at my neck as he kisses me there.

  “You ever been fucked from behind?” he asks gruffly.

  “N-no.” I shake my head, suck in a harsh gasp when he slides his hand down to my stomach, his fingers splayed across my skin as he holds me in place.

  “It’s best just like this,” he murmurs, his husky voice lulling me into a trance. “Slow and easy, when you’re not in a big hurry. When you just want to feel each other. Enjoy each other.”

  I’m trembling at his words, at the shallow strokes of his cock. His hands are on my hips now, holding me. Unable to help myself, I wiggle against him, sending him deeper, and he groans, then sinks his teeth into the side of my neck. The pleasurable sting is like a direct link to my clit and I press my lips together to keep from crying out.

  “Bend forward,” he urges, one hand at the center of my back. I do as he says, moaning when that hand strokes down my back, coasting over my butt.

  It all feels so amazing, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to withstand this much longer.

  The girl is trying to kill me. Her smooth as silk, pale as cream body is driving me out of my mind. I demanded she bend forward because I can see my cock disappear inside her body when she’s positioned like that and fuck, watching as I sink into her again and again is making me want to come.

  I clench my jaw and pray I can keep my shit together for at least a few more minutes. I’ve already come twice. You’d think it would be no big deal, that I’m already so wrung out I should be able to make this last as long as I want, right?

  But with Jade, it’s different. What do I know about slow, leisurely sex when I fuck a girl from behind? Every other chick I’ve fucked like this, I do it so I don’t have to look at her face. I’m just using her, plain and simple.

  Not with Jade. I’m getting off on the slowness. How I can feel her pussy grip my dick. The way she trembles in my arms when I push forward, her butt pressed against me as I completely surround her.

  It’s a totally new experience. Slow sex isn’t my style. This though…it’s like a fucking wonder. I’ve just had my eyes opened to a whole new world thanks to this girl.

  Unbelievable.

  I settle both of my hands on her ass, squeezing and kneading her plump flesh. She groans at my touch and I grip her hips, holding her steady as I start to increase my strokes. The need already claws at me, scraping up my spine, settling just under my skin. I have no control when it comes to her. She makes me insane. I keep telling her that but I don’t think she believes me.

  She should. One minute between her legs and it’s like she’s all I want, all I can think about. I was already completely sucked in just spending time with her but now that I’ve actually had her? I don’t want to let her go, don’t want her out of my damn sight. I crave her constantly. It’s fucking nuts. With her, I’m insatiable.

  Completely and totally insatiable.

  I’d fully planned on relaxing tonight. Hang out with her, talk a little bit or watch a movie, maybe grab a snack considering I’m always hungry. I’d eventually get her into my bed, get her naked and fuck her. Then we could fall asleep in each other’s arms.

  Nope. Not even close. I practically jumped her in the garage. Dragged her up to my room, stripped her naked and barely got out of my shorts before I had my cock inside her and she was begging me to fuck her harder. We went another round right after that. She slowly undressed me, seemingly fascinated with unbuttoning my shirt, her shaky fingers fumbling with the buttons, brushing against my skin and making me fucking insane. I let her have her way with me, demanded that she be on top and that had been hot. Watching her move and sway, her breasts in my face, her hips working as she slid up and down my cock.

  She’d looked so smug afterward, so pretty and flustered yet confident—a look I haven’t really seen her wear when we’re involved sexually—I couldn’t resist her. I had to show her I could make her come as many times as possible. So I went down on her, licked that delicious little pussy until I had her writhing beneath my mouth and screaming my name.

  See? I can’t resist her. Like, ever. I’m a goner. I make fun of assholes that are like this with a girl. Now I’ve become one of those assholes.

  And I’m okay with it.

  “Shep,” she whispers, her soft voice echoing through my head, making me fumble. That’s another thing. I’m a smooth motherfucker with girls. But not with this one. She makes my hands shake and my brain scramble and sometimes I’m at a loss for words and that never happens.

  Ever.

  She whimpers my name again and I reach for the ends of her hair, lightly tugging on it so she lifts her head, bringing herself closer to me. “Yeah, baby?” I press my cheek to hers, inhale her addictive scent, closing my eyes as I lift my hips and give her an extra hard thrust.

  “I like it better when you’re closer,” she admits, reaching behind her so she can wrap her arms around my neck. The position gives me a great view of her tits, her perfect pink nipples and I stare down the length of her body, my eyes catalog
ing every freckle I can see.

  Still haven’t had a chance to count them all yet. Need to make more of an effort, but it’s so damn difficult. Every time I get her naked the last thing I’m thinking about is counting her freckles…

  “Nothing better than having you in my arms,” I murmur as my hands roam over her silky soft skin until I’m cupping her breasts, playing with her nipples. Damn, with her arms around me, her chest thrust out, my dick buried deep in her tight, wet warmth, I’m gonna blow. Soon. I thought this slow and easy stuff would be just that—slow and easy.

  But that’s not happening. Without thought I increase my pace, tightening my hands on her breasts, making her whimper. She tosses her head back, resting it on my shoulder and I lean down, pressing my mouth to her cheek. “You close?” I ask.

  She nods frantically, strands of red hair falling into my face. “Y-yes.”

  I should’ve known. She gets close and her voice starts to shake. Her entire body trembles and there’s a little hitch in her breath I find impossibly sexy. That I’m the one who can make the snarky, feisty Jade Frost fall apart like this, makes me feel like a fucking God.

  No girl has ever affected me like this.

  Ever.

  “So what’s it like?”

  I turn to glare at Gabe who’s watching me with a neutral smile on his face. I don’t like that smile. It looks suspicious. Reeks of suspicion actually. “What’s what like?”

  Monday morning, nine a.m. and we’re at the diner for breakfast as usual. It’s packed. As the semester winds down, there are less people on campus and more people…everywhere else.

  “Banging the same chick every night for over a week straight. Curious minds want to know.” Gabe shoves a piece of toast in his mouth and chews, his gaze never leaving mine.

  After a few seconds of irritation at his shitty question, I realize the bastard is serious. He genuinely is curious. Because everyone knows Gabe hasn’t been with a girl beyond one day, let alone a week. Same with Tristan.