Safe Bet (The Rules #4)(52)

“Are you serious right now?” she asks sleepily as she stretches against me.

I slowly circle her nipple with my thumb, feeling it bead tight beneath the fabric of her tank. “Are you too tired?”

“Hmm.” Her noncommittal answer gives me hope. I also like the way she’s squirming in my arms. She’s rousing all my essential parts with every shift of her sexy body. “Are you staying the night with me?” she asks.

“If you’re okay with it.”

“I’m more than okay with it.” A sigh escapes her when I push her hair away from her neck and kiss her nape. “This is a nice way to be woken up.”

“I can do more.” I slip my hand beneath her shirt so I can caress her, my mouth never leaving her neck. “I can do lots more if you want me to,” I murmur against her skin.

“I like it when you touch me.”

Without hesitation I slide my other hand down her stomach, teasing the waistband of her underwear before I slip in the front of her panties, seeking her out. She’s wet and hot and I sink my fingers in between her legs, pleased when she spreads her thighs wider to give me easier access. “So wet,” I whisper.

“Oh, God,” she chokes out when I start to stroke her silky flesh. A shuddery breath escapes her and she reaches up, winding her arms around the back of my neck, one hand sinking into my hair. The position thrusts her chest out and I tug on her tank top, lifting it up so it curls just above her breasts, exposing her completely. I pluck her nipple and stroke her pussy, my erect cock nudging her ass as I try my best to get her off as fast as possible.

She whispers my name and I increase my pace. I’m eager to make her come so I can get inside her.

“You have condoms?” I ask, my breath ragged.

Sydney shakes her head frantically. “No,” she practically wails.

“Pretty sure I have one in my wallet.” I kiss her neck again, just before I sink my teeth into her flesh as I strum her clit. She thrusts her hips up, seeking my touch, and her entire body goes tight as she strains toward her orgasm.

She’s so damn close. I can already tell, can already read the signs. I start to whisper in her ear, something filthy, a little something to help her let go and then she’s a shuddering mess in my arms, my name falling from her lips, her body quivering as her orgasm sweeps over her completely.

I climb out of bed while she recovers and dig the single condom out of my wallet. Then I’m tearing off my underwear, tearing into the condom wrapper and suiting up before I slip back into Sydney’s bed. I don’t even hesitate. She’s sprawled across the bed as if she was waiting for me and I sink into her welcoming body, my mouth finding hers so I can kiss her into oblivion as I start to move.

The bed creaks with my every thrust. I try to slow down, try to remain quiet, but it’s no use. I want her too much. I need her too much. I move faster, her legs wrapping around my hips as she clings to me, our mouths fused together. I can’t get enough of her. I wish I could say that out loud, but it’s too fast. Too fast. Everything’s happening way too fast.

And I don’t ever want it to stop.





The phone starts ringing way too early in the morning, before the sun has even risen. At first, I think it’s my phone and I blindly reach toward my bedside table to answer it.

But I realize quick just by the texture of the case that it’s not my phone. It’s Wade’s. And the name flashing across the screen says “Mom”.

“Wade.” I nudge his shoulder and he grunts but otherwise doesn’t respond. I poke him again, harder this time, saying his name louder too, and he rolls over, an irritable look on his face as he glares at me.

“What?”

What a grump. I hold the phone out to him. “Your mom is calling.”

“Shit,” he mutters as he takes the phone, sitting up so he can answer the call. “Hey. You okay?”

He remains quiet and I can hear a panicked female voice on the other end, talking quickly. I clutch the comforter close to my chest, uncomfortable at the thought that Wade is on the phone with his mom while naked in bed with me. After we just had sex a few hours ago. It’s kind of weird. But I tell myself to be a grown up and get over it.

“So you’re at the hospital? Jesus, Mom, are you okay?”

My heart drops when I hear his words and I sit up, wanting to touch him but unsure if he wants my comfort. What happened to his mother? Is she all right?

I can hear her talk once again, and she’s slower now, not so frantic. I listen to her before I start speaking again, trying my best to reassure her. “I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay? Yeah. Just—stay there. Don’t let them release you. They wouldn’t do that yet, would they?”

He pauses, letting her talk before he resumes. “They think you broke your hip, Mom. No, they better not release you, or there will be hell to pay. Just sit tight. I’ll be there soon, all right? Bye. Love you.” He ends the call then practically leaps out of bed.

“What happened to your mom?” I ask as I sit up, watching as he goes in search of his clothes.

“She got into a car accident. She had the early shift at work and was driving there when some jackass plowed through a stoplight and T-boned her car.” He slips on his jeans without his underwear, and even in his moment of panic and fear, I can’t help but think he’s totally sexy.