Play Fair (The Devil's Share Book 3)(46)

Lexi laughed. “No. Me and the girls.” She held her hand out for me to help her down off the counter. “You think Dylan doesn’t know you’re up worried about Luke? Or that Bryan doesn’t know you were down in the studio feeling low? They know.” She backed out of the kitchen, her eyes glowing. “We always know.”

I turned to Smith. “I’m never getting out of bed in the middle of night again. Lexi is f*cking scary as shit.”

He pointed to the stairs and we both raced up them like two kids afraid of the boogey man. I climbed in bed next to Bryan, pulling her against my body, breathing in her sweet scent and wrapping my arms around her waist.

“I’m fine, love.”

I stiffened. “What?”

“No reason to lose sleep over the past. There is nothing anyone can do about it.”

Holy. Shit. They do know everything.





Chapter Twenty-two


Bryan


The next morning I woke up with my head on Jacks’s bare chest. All my memories from the night before came flooding back to me. I closed my eyes, more than happy to relive them. I still wanted him. I wasn’t pulling away. I only wanted to snuggle in closer. I couldn’t help but smile.

“Good morning, doll.” Jacks tightened his arms around me and kissed the top of my head.

“Morning.” I choked out a laugh when I opened my eyes and saw the large tent that Jacks had made with his cock and the sheets. I reached my hand out, flattening that whole…situation.

“How are you feeling?”

I took a quick internal inventory, “Fine, a little sore and not bored in the slightest.”

He grinned. “Yeah?”

I nodded.

“I think we should go take a shower, and take care of my wood.”

I sat up and peered across the hall. “What about Landry?” She was still asleep, but I would hate for her to wake up and come looking for us and find us both gone. “How about you go shower and take care of that, and I’ll stay here in case she needs us.”

Jacks stuck out his lip. “I have a girlfriend who I thoroughly enjoyed f*cking. I am not going to go whack it in the shower.” He looked at his watch. “Luke should be home soon, maybe he can watch her.”

I rolled my eyes and threw the covers back and grabbed his hand. “Come on. I’ll fix it real quick.” His eyes widened in surprise, but he sure as hell hopped out of bed and followed me into the bathroom. I locked both sets of doors and then got down on my knees in front of him.

“Are you for real? Because, like I’ve said before, jokes like this aren’t funny. They are cruel.”

I didn’t answer him. I just grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down, using my hands to work his cock. He let out a hiss the instant my tongue swirled around his tip, his head thrown back. It wasn’t long before his hands found their way into my hair.

“Nope. Sorry. Can’t do it.” He let go of my hair, pulled his briefs back up and grabbed me by my arm. “I need that tight * of yours. I have to have it.” He unlocked the door to the room that was supposed to be mine and tossed me on the bed. He secured all the doors and stalked toward the bed. “I told you. You’re like a drug. You’re my favorite place to be.” He slid my shorts off, instantly burying his face between my legs. His tongue, his mouth, his fingers. All started to work me in sync. I was instantly lost, arching off the bed, desperate for release. He knew it too, because he pulled back with a chuckle. “Now who has a problem that needs taking care of?” He slipped two fingers back inside me. “Answer me, doll.”

I grabbed his wrist, holding him in place, grinding against his hand. “I do.”

He took my clit in his teeth for a moment then stopped. “And who is the only person who can help you?”

I sat up quickly, taking him by surprise. “You are. So f*cking help me already.” I pulled the elastic waistband of his shorts outward and down, freeing him once again. I let my tongue dart out once more, teasing his tip.

He groaned and I knew our little game was over. He jumped onto the bed and opened the nightstand drawer, grabbing a condom and quickly putting it on. He lay down on the mattress, his hands behind his head. “Help yourself.” I straddled his body, his hands on my hips guiding me into place. Inch by slow inch I impaled myself with him. When I was fully seated, I felt his cock in my stomach, every little movement I made, I could feel.

I took his hand, holding it low on my abs, letting him feel how deep inside me he was. His free hand tightened on my ass, bruising my skin. I set a slow pace. I couldn’t physically go any faster, any harder. It was too much.

“That’s it, baby. Nice and slow.” He kept his eyes open, watching me ride him. His hand at my stomach, feeling himself move inside me. “Damn, doll. That’s so f*cking hot. You’re so f*cking perfect.”

We were both worked up, so on edge. Even at my leisurely pace, it didn’t take long before we were both panting, both chasing our release. He sat up, bringing his mouth to my breasts; my hands went into his hair holding him in place. My movements became shorter, jerkier. “Jacks, don’t stop.”

“It’s all you baby. Ride me. Fuck me.”

My whole body tightened at his words. He captured my mouth with his, stifling my cries as my orgasm over took me. My whole body reacted, it was like nothing I’d ever felt before.