Scored(49)

Apparently, Layton’s not up on sex slang and Joe’s never given her a third strand of pearls. “Oh, freshwater. Um… Mississippi pearls… so many places.”

“There’s nothing wrong with a new necklace, silly. You don’t have to explain that to me.” She fingers the double strand around her neck. “It’ll take a little getting used to, but eventually, when they warm to the same temperature as your skin, you won’t even notice them.”

“Good to know.” I’m fairly certain Dallas won’t allow me not to notice him marking my skin. Since I’ve never had someone do it, and I’m not sure if he was even serious or just talking dirty, I’m open to … learning more.

Layton lays her head on my shoulder. “I really am happy for you. My bestie deserves a good man.”

I squeeze her hand. “So does mine.”

I hope to God Joe’s not cheating on her and not just because Aiden wants a piece of her if he is.

*

“Thirty-seven.”

Thrust.

“Forty-two”

Another thrust. I’m dying. I’m so dying with pleasure.

“Eight-nine.”

“So close, baby. Who else?” Dallas asks as he continues to use his cock to reward me for paying attention to the game. “One more. That’s it.”

I rack my brain, but the things he’s doing to me make me so very stupid. “Sixty-nine?”

He grunts. “Close enough.” He pulls out and rips off his condom, but instead of coming on my chest like he promised, he dives between my legs, feasting on me like I’m his reward for playing so well tonight. He slips a finger in my ass and another in my pussy. Before I can take another breath, he latches onto my clit and sucks.

I scream his name, my hips bucking and my fingers digging into his head to hold on for dear life. When I focus on him, he’s looking at me with a fierceness in his eyes.

“Push your tits together.”

I comply and he lunges forward, stroking his cock until he groans and his warm come splashes on my breasts.

“Damn, that’s hot.” He smirks a little and cleans me up. Like before, he was prepared and kept a towel on the bed. “Next time, I’ll buy you real jewelry.”

“Could you make it real pearls? Because I don’t want to have to explain what you really did to me tonight to Layton when she asks to see my new pearl necklace.”

He freezes, then throws his head back and laughs. “You told her what I had planned tonight?”

“It kind of came out, and I was looking forward to trying something new.”

His eyes grow hooded. “I’m the first to mark you.”

“This body is… was semen free.”

“Now it’s all mine.”

I crook my finger at him. “Come here, caveman.”

He lays down beside me. “I missed you.”

“Don’t go to so many away games.” I kiss him, lingering over his mouth because I love the way it feels moving with mine. “My bed and yours gets so lonely when we’re not in it together.”

“You could always travel and meet me.”

“Nope. Not happening.”

His eyes flash with annoyance. “You could wait for me in my room or I could come to you.”

“I have to be careful enough when I drive here. No way will I take a chance in a city I don’t know.”

“You sure are stubborn.”

“I don’t want to be part of your doll world.”

His mouth twists. “Don’t recall asking you to be.”

“And I don’t… ugh. I don’t want to fight, especially after sex.”

“Not my favorite thing to do after sex either.”

I push him back and straddle his lap. His eyes go right to my boobs while his hands come to rest on my hips. “Can you give me more time? I’m not ready to tell everyone.”

“I said I’d play by your rules,” he says roughly.

“You aren’t happy with them.”

“It’s kinda hard to turn down women without a good explanation.”

I blink twice. “You had to turn down women last night?”

“I turn down women all the time, bright eyes. However, it would be nice to offer up a good reason for my rejection.”

“‘No, but thank you’ isn’t enough?”

He eyes me. “It’s not kind, and a lot of ladies don’t take it the right way. They get their feelings hurt.”

“Not to be ugly, but I don’t care about their feelings.”

“I’m not asking you to.” He lets go of my hip and scrubs his face. “But I am asking you to consider what they say about me on social media when I do turn them down. Rumors start.”

“What kind of rumors?” I whisper.

“That I’m gay. That I’m dating the celebrity it-girl of the day. That I can’t perform.” He exhales. “The first two don’t bother me. Neither are insults in my view, but the last one… the last one chaps my ass because it always comes back to the field.”

Well, crap. I can’t get mad at him for that. It’s his career that could be affected. Finley told me enough times that it’s not always what is said, but what’s implied.