Play with Me (With Me in Seattle, #3)(82)

“He was the first person I’ve ever had in my life that was truly family to me. He took care of me, and was kind to me, and didn’t want anything from me.” She swallows, and brushes the tears on her cheeks. “But then I was taken out of that first home, and Leo was taken away from me. Thank God I didn’t lose touch with him.”

I cradle her to me and let her talk it out.

“It was always made very clear to me in each of those homes what my place was, and it wasn’t as a part of the family I was staying with. I was relieved when the state emancipated me at sixteen and I could go live with Leo.”

She pulls back and looks up at me. “But then, after I’d been with him for years, and we’d had the band and done well, he decided to take the band and go to L.A. to try to make it in the business.”

“Why didn’t he take you with him?” I ask.

“He insisted I stay here and pursue my nursing career. He knew I was good at it, and I’d worked so hard for it. And I think he could see the toll the long hours of working and then playing gigs on the weekend was taking on me. He didn’t want me to quit.”

I frown down at her. “I hate to say it, but that makes sense, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, now it does,” she agrees and nods. “But then it just felt like another person I loved, the most important person I loved was leaving again.”

“I’m not going to leave you, baby,” I don’t care if she can’t stand that nick-name. “I love you so much, Megan.”

She cups my face in her hands, the way she always does, and pulls her fingertips down my cheeks, her eyes happy. “I love you too.”

Sucker punch to the gut.

“Say it again,” I whisper.

“I love you too, Will,” she whispers.

I stand with her still in my arms and carry her up the stairs to her bedroom and set her on her feet. With my fingertips, I push the straps of her dress off her shoulders and watch it fall off her delectable body and pool on the floor at her feet.

“Fucking hell, you’re naked under there.”

She’s standing before me in just her black stilettos and diamond earrings, and it’s all I can do not to come in my pants like a f*cking teenager.

She smiles shyly. “You’re entirely over-dressed.”

“Undress me,” I demand, holding my arms out to my side, but she shakes her head and sits on the bed, then scoots on her ass to the middle of the mattress, leaving her heels on.

“I wanna watch,” she responds with a sassy grin, showing off that dimple.

“So damn lazy,” I smile down at her and can’t get out of this goddamn suit fast enough. Her eyes darken as they roam over my nakedness and I smirk at her.

I will train every day for the rest of my life to keep that look in her eyes when she looks at me.

Finally naked, I climb onto the bed and cover her small body with mine, her hips cradling me, my elbows on either side of her head, brushing little wisps of hair off her forehead with my thumbs.

“I love you,” she murmurs with a happy smile.

“God, I’ll never get tired of hearing those words come out of your sexy mouth, babe.”

She chuckles and grips my ass in her hands. I tip my head down and kiss her, gently at first, and then harder and roll us so she’s straddling my hips.

She sits up straight and rocks her hips, rubbing her already wet * against my cock. I suck a deep breath in through my teeth. “Easy, baby, or I’ll come before we even get started.”

“Really?” she looks happy with herself as she continues to torture me, the little vixen.

“Megan,” I warn her, and suddenly she’s scooting down and sucking on my cock, jacking me off at the same time and I jack-knife up on the bed. “Holy f*ck!”

She laughs and laps at the head like it’s an ice cream cone, and then sinks over it again, sucking as she pulls up. I thread my fingers through her soft hair and moan.

“Meg, come back up here.” She shakes her head stubbornly and continues to wreak havoc on my cock.

“I swear to Jesus, Megan, if you don’t come up here…”

“What?” she asks after she makes a loud pop noise. “You’ll what?”

I grip her shoulders and pull her back up to me, kissing her deeply, and reach between us to play with the piercing that I’ve grown to really f*cking love.

It makes her crazy.

“Ah, God, Will,” she moans against my mouth and I smile.

“That’s right, sweetheart, come for me.” Her hips are moving quickly against my fingers, and I know she’s so close, and when I feel the shudders start, I guide myself inside her, and feel her sweet muscles milk my cock as I sink farther and farther in.

I grit my teeth and hold onto her hips tightly to keep from coming with her.

As her inner muscles relax, I begin to move her, and she takes over, riding me hard and in the sweetest rhythm. She sits up and pulls her arms up, resting her forearms on the top of her head as she rides me, and I reach up and cup her breasts in my palms, tweaking the hard nipples with my thumb and forefingers, making her even more crazy.

She throws her head back and leans her hands on my chest, and I reach between us again, looking down at where I’m buried deep inside her, and run the pad of my thumb over her clit and piercing, and I feel her orgasm build again.