The Perfect Stroke (Lucas Brothers #1)(54)

Gray just laughs at me and then tosses me on the bed. I land horizontally on it beside my packed bag he must have tossed there earlier. Heck, I hadn’t even realized it wasn’t on my shoulder anymore. He pushes it to the floor and grins down at me, taking his shirt off over his head and throwing it on the ground.

“Me Tarzan. Me f*ck Jane senseless. Jane be too tired to get on plane,” he grunts, kicking off his shoes.

“That’s your plan?” I ask him, laughing.

“It good plan. Jane shut up now and Tarzan take her for a ride on his grapevine.”

“You are seriously, seriously deranged,” I laugh, but I’m sitting up and taking off the clothes I threw on when I got back to the hotel. Gray works faster than me and by the time he has his own clothes off, he reaches down and helps me kick out of my jeans and underwear. He wraps his arms around my hips and pulls me down on the bed. Without warning, he buries his face between my legs. I cry out just as his tongue begins working its magic. When I feel it stroke against my clit, I forget about everything else and just let myself get lost in the sensations that only Gray can create.

“That’s it, baby. Lay back and ride my f*cking face,” he groans, and this is one time I lay back and give Gray control without worry.

I do exactly what he tells me to. I ride his face. Tarzan good.





“That was outstanding, Gray. You’re really racking up the wins.”

“Thanks,” I tell Riverton, wishing he’d leave. Something about the man rubs me wrong.

“The way you’ve been tearing it up, you’ll need that week off you wanted before the next Florida match. Your official invite to the king of them all came today, by the way. Just four weeks away,” he says, like he had much to do with it. I’ve busted my ass and racked up win after win and climbed so far in the standings that the invite is an afterthought. The only thing he’s involved in is making the courses a little smoother and nicer. I finish this match here and then I get a week off. I return to Florida for one more match and the competition there will be the best of the best. I’ll need to be on my A game to make it out with my top fifteen rank intact. I’m currently twelve in the standings, which is a f*cking huge accomplishment. But I want that trophy and that green jacket. Then, I’ll feel like I’ve made it to the top. It’s so close I can almost taste it, so I’m chomping at the bit to get rid of the Florida matches so I can look towards Georgia. “What do you say we have dinner and celebrate?” Riverton adds, and that’s the last thing I want to do. I am supposed to be on the course early in the morning and get this damn tournament done, then I am hopping a plane to Kentucky and getting back to my woman.

“I got an early call in the morning,” I tell him. “I probably should get back to the hotel and pack. I’m leaving right after the tournament.”

“Nonsense. A quick dinner will still get you back in plenty of time. Actually, you know what you’d enjoy? The boys and I have a poker game coming up at the local club. That’s just the thing to help you unwind before tomorrow. What do you say about joining in? Brayden was called out of town and it left an empty chair.”

“I don’t know…”

“It’s good to rub elbows with the tour members, son,” he warns, instantly annoying me. Still, if I go home, all I’ll do is jerk off to the memory of CC and God knows I’ve been doing that enough since she’s been gone. I haven’t had her in two f*cking weeks. I’ve never missed a woman before CC. I absolutely ache for her. Memories of her laugh and smile haunt me. Thoughts of being inside of her keeps me from sleeping. Hell, I think part of the reason I’ve been doing so good on the course is that I’ve been working on pure frustration.

I’ve been talking to CC every night and the only thing that manages to make me feel even a little bit better is the fact that she seems to be missing me, too. So much so, she’s talking about coming to Georgia to the big tournament to, in her words, mop the floor with those other ball whackers.

I love that woman. Just thinking about our conversations makes me smile. Now, if I just knew the right way to tell her I love her and need her in my life. When I told her I was keeping her, she didn’t react exactly how I wanted her to. I figure if I even try to bring up the word “love”, she’ll run hard and fast.

It’s crazy, actually. Before CC, women were lining up for me. If they thought they could hook me anywhere close to the way CC has me right now, they would have been jumping for joy. CC would be running for the hills. I don’t doubt that at all.

“I can stay for a couple hands. Just a couple, though. I have a phone conference with CC later tonight.”

“A man in your place who’s on the verge of hitting his hard earned dreams? You shouldn’t be tying yourself down to a woman who won’t be able to further your career or appreciate your achievements.”

“CC is all I need,” I correct him, and turn the subject back to safer ground. I’m not discussing CC with Riverton. I hope I’m not making a mistake.

As the night goes on, that’s one line that keeps repeating—I hope I’m not making a mistake—and when I leave late that night and Cammie shows up to pick her father up and comes running up to hug me, it just repeats louder.

The only saving grace is that I took Riverton’s money in cards, but as I endure Cammie’s hug goodbye, I don’t think even that makes it worth it.