Page 64 of The Game Plan

Then he lifts one hand and those big, brutish fingers delicately part my folds. My head goes light. I think I whimper. I can’ttell because my attention is all on Ethan, on the way he slowly leans forward, his lush lips parted and his brows knittedin utter concentration.

God, he looks gorgeous, all the bold lines of his face taut and flushed. His lips press against my clit, and a groan tearsfrom him, his body trembling. My breath leaves in a whoosh, but I don’t get to recover because he’s licking my sex with long,lingering strokes, his lips sucking and nuzzling.

“Oh, fucking hell, Cherry.” He licks deeper, slower. Intent. But never frantic.

He’s savoring me. That, more than anything, has me so hot I break out in a sweat, struggle to find my breath. The low, almosthelpless moans he makes, the soft gasps when he takes a breath before coming at me again, eating me out like I’m the bestthing he’s ever tasted—it’s almost better than what he’s doing to me.

Almost, because,damn.He might be a novice at this, but he’s making up for lost time. Strong lips, warm tongue, and that beard. Holy fuck, thatbeard. Soft, prickly, it adds another level of sensation, so good—so naughty-good—that I circle my hips, chasing the feelof it brushing my clit, tickling my inner thighs.

It’s too much. I lean against my dining room table, afraid I’ll fall or maybe pass out. I don’t know. I can’t think straight.

And then I see his arm moving. Oh, God. Somewhere along the way, he’s undone his jeans and pulled his cock free. His erectionis enormous, ruddy and angry. He palms his dick, tugging at it with rough, rude jerks.

When he runs his thumb over the glistening crown of hiscock, toying with the silver piercing, the sight is so illicit, I come without warning, my knees giving out. A little wail leaves my lips as I sink into the sensation. “Ethan.”

He’s rising, gathering me up.

I wrap my legs around his waist, rub my aching sex against the crinkly hairs at the base of his cock. “Ethan.” My lips findhis. He tastes of sex. My kiss is frantic, little gasps still leaving me. “Now. Ethan. Now.”

Big hands palm my ass. He lifts me high and then thrusts, going in deep. He groans into my mouth. “Oh, fuck yes.”

I can only hold, my arms wrapped around his thick neck, as he pumps hard and fast, bouncing me on his cock. Every time hiships impact with mine, I feel a shock wave through my body, a flare of pleasure-pain in my clit. Every stroke of that littlemetal ball on his cock sends a rush of bliss through me.

“More,” I tell him. “Give me more.”

Give me everything.

And he does, driving into me until I scream his name, my body arching tight against his as I come again—so hard my visiondims.

He comes with me, his teeth clamping on my shoulder as he gushes, hot and wet within my body. The aftermath leaves us bothshaking and panting. I rest my head on his big shoulder, shivering so hard my stomach aches.

He walks us to the bedroom with lumbering steps, weaving a bit as if he’s drunk.

Oddly, I feel like crying. My throat hurts and my eyes prickle. The feeling only intensifies when he lays me down in my bed,his softening cock still deep within me, his hard arms holding me close against him. I don’t know which way is up or downanymore. The only thing that feels real and true is Ethan—the man I can only have in stolen moments of time.

Twenty-Three

Fiona

“Smile for the camera.” My grin is goofy and wide.

Dex makes a laughing noise of protest and tries to wave me off. “Get away from me with that thing. I’m all pictured out.”

We’re lying in bed, having a well-earned rest, and I’ve been amusing myself taking multiple shots of Dex. He pretends to beannoyed, but I know better. He can’t hide the smile in his eyes or the curve of his lips.

“If you don’t want me messing with the phone, put a password on this sucker, babe.” I take yet another photo. The image ofhis big, wide hand fills the screen. “Aw, man. You messed it up.”

He sighs. “Cherry, I do not need naked pictures of myself on my phone.”

With a move so quick I don’t have time to blink, he snatches the phone away and hauls me close.

“Here,” he says, holding the phone high with an outstretched arm. “If we’re doing this, you’re going to be in them.”

“You say that like I’d protest.”

We take more pictures, laughing over the results. I pause at a shot of me licking Dex’s tight little nipple. “Here’s one for my wallet.”

“Did you just quoteParenthood?” His smile is relaxed and happy. I love seeing him this way, without walls, just being himself.