Fast and Loaded: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (25 page)

In the past, the inviting eyes of the curvy clerk would give me a reason to ring for room service, but I have better. No one else tonight, maybe not ever again. The thought is shocking and not shocking at the same time. I thought a sense of longing would accompany any thoughts of being monogamous, but I only feel excited about the prospect.

“This will be all. Thank you.” I nod.

When I turn to face Ayron, I see her arms fling familiarly around the neck of a tall, solid man. I could feel myself getting angry as my smile turned into a frown. I stalk over to the two with what I am sure is a scowl. Ayron had released the suited man by then and her face is lifted in his direction as they chat.

“I can’t believe that you’ll be on the Rhonda Raven panel with me,” I hear Ayron say to the man before plopping a hand onto her hip and smiling.

I slide my arm around Ayron’s waist and pull her lips to mine in a kiss, ending her words.

“I have the keys, babe,” I let Ayron know without acknowledging the gawking guy clearing his throat.

Ayron’s forehead creases and her eyes narrow. Even in anger, her face is still beautiful.

“This is a college friend of mine, Brian Jamal Stephens,” she says with a slight tinge of annoyance. No one else would notice if listening, but in our time together, I had learned to listen for small twinges in her tones and face. Whenever she is nervous, she nibbles on the left side of her lip. The deeper the crease in her forehead, the more stressed or angry she is. Her happiness filters throughout her body, causing her eyelashes to bat faster and an excessive use of her hands. She plays with her nails whenever she’s thinking. Learning Ayron had become a game, like mouse trap, and knowing her body and the steps that I had to go through to gain access to the pussy prize.

“
Dr
. Brian Jamal Stephens,” the grinning guy corrects, extending a hand toward mine.

I look at the hand, then back at Ayron’s subtly tense demeanor and the way she plucks her pinky nail with her thumb nail.

I want to punch Dr. Brian Jamal Stephens in the face for touching my girl, but I like it when Ayron smiles, so I play nice.

Reluctantly, I plunk my hand against Brian’s for a brisk handshake.

“Brian, this is Devlin,” she introduces. No title, no explanation, no extra affection or twist in her voice when she mentions my name.

“Nice to meet you, Devlin,” he says in my direction as he tugs at the ends of his jacket. “Good seeing you, doc,” he smiles before eyeing my Ayron’s body.

This disrespectful motherfucker is testing my resolve.

“It’s been a long time. Enjoy your stay,” Ayron responds to Dr. Brian with a smile. An authentic one. She isn’t giving up any pussy, so that smile is all that I can claim. How dare she just give it up to him?

I take deep breaths and begin counting backward from one hundred in my head, to calm myself like Ayron had insisted back when we were on a date to the aquarium. She had experienced my road rage back then.

Brian continues to the counter to speak with the flirty clerk. He waves at Ayron as we enter the elevator. I shoot my middle finger at him when Ayron isn’t looking.

“What was the attitude about?” Ayron snaps when the doors close.

I look at her flared nostrils, regretting my earlier anxiety over how familiar she was with that man.

“I didn’t expect to turn around and see you—” I stop, not sure how to state the obvious.

Her face softens and her cheek rises in a half smile.

“Were you jealous?” she teases, looking up at me with those long lashes.

I expel the air in my chest and relax a little. I can’t be angry around her, and I definitely can’t huff around like a child when her body is so close to mine.

I take Ayron into my arms and watch her eyes.

“I like you a lot, Ayron, and it frustrated me a little to see you smiling at Bob.”

Ayron giggles.

“You mean Brian, and he’s truly just someone I know from back in the day. We also both consult for Rhonda Raven.”

“The Rhonda Raven, like on television?” I ask. I am luckier than I thought and I am overcome with the urge to lift her into my arms and kiss the shit out of her sexy-ass mouth.

“Yes.”

“So you are a superstar?” I question as the elevator doors open.

“Maybe.” She grins. “But I’ll be your superstar,” she says in a low voice as we walk to the room.

I can’t resist kissing her lips. I place a light peck across her mouth, even though I want to ravish her.

“I’d rather that you were my Angelfish,” I grunt against her cheek, feeling myself rise against my pants.

When I slide the key card into the door, I think about sliding into her.

C
hapter 15-Ayron

His Angelfish? I could have melted into the floor right there. This sexy man wants me to be his. The anguish of not being totally honest with Devlin swishes around in my belly like sour milk. If I had followed him home from the club that night when we met on the dance floor, then this night would be perfect. It would be the best night of my life. But I hadn’t.

The beautiful hotel suite is large and grand. There are two bedrooms, three bathrooms, and a living area with a sofa set and television.

“You got a second room for me,” I say, watching the thoughtful and charming Devlin slide out of his black Versace shoes.

“I told you that I planned to play by your rules,” he replies, his eyes grazing over me.

I turn away from his smoldering gaze. He looks as though he wants to tear my clothes off, and I have half of a mind to let him. He had gone through so much trouble to make this a wonderful night for me. Just about me. He had seen the play several times, he had been to New York and seen the sights, everything that happened tonight was for my pleasure, and now I want to give him some in return.

“I can’t believe you did this all for me,” I murmur, feeling as though I am being wound into him. His chiseled handsome face, large square shoulders, and athletic build make me want to touch him.

His vertical blue and black striped button down shirt, with a perfect fit on his torso, makes me want to just rip it off.

His smile gets bigger as he watches me.

I press my breasts against the hardness of his torso and look up at him.

“You said that you would touch me only if I touch you,” I repeat the rule we established before the flight. He had said it all to calm me, and it had worked.

His breath quickens as he stares hungrily at my mouth.

I slide my hand across the front of his zipper.

“You’re in control, Angelfish,” he chokes out before biting his lip.

I continue to stroke the length of his hardening dick through his pants.

“Is it alright if I touch you here?” I question.

His eyes roll upward when I increase the pressure, palming him.

“Don’t roll your eyes,” I tease. “They’ll get stuck that way.”

He coughs out a half-moan and laugh.

“You’re worth going blind for,” he grunts.

I unbuckle his belt.

Before I can unzip his pants, Devlin pulls my face to his so quickly that it startles me. He open my mouth with his hot tongue with an intensity that sends fire bolts straight to my pussy. Low groans escape his throat as he feverishly dances his tongue through my mouth and palms my ass as though it would run away if he didn’t keep it tightly handled.

Without letting go of my mouth or my ass, Devlin moves me onto the sofa in two steps. I am lost to the pool of my emotions as he presses his large frame between my legs. His hands roam my body, alternating between my breasts and ass. I can smell his cologne on his hands and his body as he comes closer to me. One whiff is all I need. But luckily I got more.

I can feel his rough hands move all over my body, from top to bottom, and it gives me a sense of protection and warmth. It also makes me want him to not stop touching me.

I may as well just serve my pussy to Devlin on a platter. The man did a damn good job of sweeping me off of my feet. The plane, the play, the wait for me: all amazing. All fleeting. I have to take advantage of the time that I have with him.

I let out a moan of pleasure. Feeling the familiar throb between my thighs, that ache for Devlin that pulses through me whenever I am near him.

“You win,” I murmur. “Take me.”

This stops him. The hot rough kisses stop in an instant, and he is standing on the other side of the room pacing and counting.

“One hundred…ninety-nine…ninety-eight…ninety-seven…ninety-six,” he says in a low voice.

I sit up, suddenly feeling cold.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, sounding more like a frightened little girl than the sexy woman I had planned to be. Did he not want me? Why had he done all of this, if not to screw me?

“Seventy-four…seventy-three…seventy-two,” he continues.

I get up and walk across the room to him. I place a hand on his shoulder and he stops pacing.

When he looks at me, he looks sad.

“Talk to me,” I say.

He sighs.

“This is the shit that my father was talking about,” he says, shaking his head.

His father? What had his father said? Does Devlin know about me? Is that why he stopped?

I swallow back a knot in my throat and bite my lip. It tastes like him.

“I’m worrying you,” he says softly, before ushering me to the couch where he was just about to rip off my clothes.

“I understand why my father didn’t give me the position,” he says, looking at me seriously. “Being a leader takes self-control. You have to follow protocol. I haven’t been the best at doing that. I couldn’t even keep control tonight.”

He looks defeated.

I run my hand across the top of his.

“Restraint takes practice, and I’m pretty sure you’ve had to exercise that more in the business world than in the bedroom,” I say. His determination to make tonight about me and take things slow is heartwarming. I can’t remember a man ever caring this much about my feelings. Maybe because I didn’t make them.

He shakes his head before licking those “make her cum” lips.

“Experience is simply the name that we give our mistakes,” I quote, attempting to comfort him. “If you know better, you will do better. When it is time for your review hearing, get in there and tell them what you told me: that you acknowledge this flaw but have addressed it and grown.”

He smiles at me.

“You are so fucking beautiful when you talk smart,” he says, kissing my cheek. “You asked me for thirty days and I plan to respect that. I wanted everything to be perfect for you tonight, but when you kissed me with that mouth—”

I kiss the remainder of the words from him, and he pulls back.

“There you go again,” he laughs.

“I want this, Dev. I want you.” Damn it all. I am ready to feel him. I need to feel him to quench this thirst.

“Come here,” he says and guides me to one of the bedrooms, and my heart flip flops.

He slides out of his pants and with one hand, undoes my bra strap under my top. I was impressed. I help unbutton his shirt while he slowly takes my top off and slides my bra off my shoulders. He looks down and smiles at my breasts. He had been teasing me for so long, reigning over the agony that pulses in my privates for him. Tonight he will give me what I needed.

If I had planned for this, I would have worn something sexy, but instead, I have on a pair of everyday, cotton bikini-cut panties and a purple, deep-cut lace bra. They don’t match, but to him it probably doesn’t matter.

He then picks me up and pushes me down on the bed. He slowly takes my panties off and throws them on the other side of the room.

“Only to prevent you from putting them back on early,” he says with a big grin.

“You determine how far we go,” he says, tossing a condom onto the nightstand.

My body nearly vibrates with anticipation of his touch, at the thought of having him dip inside me.

“Just go ahead and put that on,” I say, leaning over to kiss him. Rules were made to be broken. “I am more than ready.”

He stops me.

“You determine how far we go by how many truths you can tell me,” he clarifies, and I want to shrivel up in a ball and roll away.

I lift my eyebrows, and I feel the slight crease in my forehead.

“Truths?” I question. I gulp down what felt like a growing ball of fur in the back of my throat. “What kind of truths?”

Devlin rises above me, the tight muscles in his arm flexing, and slides his perfect body between my legs. Sensations sizzle through me everywhere that our bodies meet. I can feel pleasurable sensations between my thighs.

“You wanted me to get to know you before we moved things to another level.” He speaks words, but I find it hard to concentrate. A different part of his body seems to magnify with each word. His rippled six-pack abs, his tight, meaty ass, the bulge pressing against me, all cloud my mind.

“I’m going to ask you questions, and any time that you answer truthfully, we move closer to the prize,” he says huskily, keeping his body perfectly still above mine.

Damn. Devlin had more control than he gave himself credit for.

“And what’s the prize?” I whimper.

“Penetration,” he exhales before thrusting against me and grabbing my neck simultaneously. “Do you want to play?”

My pussy dripping, I nod my head.

He places his face between the rise of my breasts.

Want bounds through me in ripples and I nearly explode right then and there.

“What is your name?” he asks with an expert hand massaging my left breast.

“Ayron Winters,” I mutter, allowing my body to flow with the movement of his hand.

“Good.”

Sliding away the lacy fabric of my bra with his mouth, he flicks his tongue against my hardened nipple. I whimper when he makes it disappear into his mouth.

I slide down a little and press my pelvis against the hardness of him, aligning his dick to fit perfectly against my clit. My arms automatically wrap around his neck.

He releases my nipple, leaving it just as wet as my pussy had become.

“Don’t stop,” I whisper with my eyes closed, successfully lost in a trance of good feelings.