Page 11 of The New York Nighthawks, Vol. 2

CLAY

“This is cheating!” Marleigh cried as she laughed hysterically.

“Nah,” I called over my shoulder since she was hanging off it like a sack of potatoes. “This is called winning.” I smacked her sexy ass and set her on her feet in my “end zone,” out on the Great Lawn in Central Park. “Touchdown!” I cheered and did a little victory dance.

Marleigh threw the football on the ground and put her hands on her hips, glaring at me. “I think you should forfeit.”

I threw back my head and laughed until tears were coming out of my eyes. “All I had to do was score, baby. You didn’t specify that I had to take the ball from you.” She was out of her mind if she thought I wouldn’t collect on this win.

It was only Thursday, but we both had the afternoon off, so we’d come out to the park for a picnic, and Marleigh had asked me to show her some football moves.

After a couple of hours, she’d declared that she was confident she could get a goal against me.

Apparently, she thought that being small and “wily” meant she could slip around me without getting caught.

Since I wasn’t about to waste a golden opportunity, I hadn’t contradicted her ridiculous notion.

I’d suggested, “How about a bet?”

She’d chewed on her lip for a moment, and indecision had crossed her face. “What are the stakes?” she asked hesitantly.

“Let’s see…” I pretended to think hard, tapping my finger against my chin.

“If I win, you move in with me.” I held up a hand when she opened her mouth, and she reluctantly shut it.

“Sleeping with me every night doesn’t count.

I want your shit next to mine and your sexy ass in my bed.

Oh, and I should reiterate, in my room, there’s a no clothes in bed rule. ”

“Is that it?” she asked dryly when I paused.

I grinned wickedly. “Hell no. I also want one night when I have full control. You just do what you're told—no arguing.”

Marleigh’s eyes dropped to the ball I was tossing in my hands, then back up to my face. “And if I win?”

“We binge-watch your fashion shows for a whole weekend, and you get to call all the shots in the bedroom. For the whole weekend,” I emphasized.

Her eyes lit up, and I knew I had her. Still, she waited a minute, then she stuck her hand out and bobbed her head. “Deal.”

I laughed and pulled her onto my lap. “Baby, that’s not how we seal a deal.

” Then I captured her mouth and kissed her until she was quivering with need.

When I released her lips, her ice-blue orbs were dazed, and I couldn’t help grinning.

Even though I knew there was no way she could win, I was going to take any advantage I could get.

“You can’t win on semantics,” Marleigh huffed, bringing me back to the present.

“Says who?” I queried with a grin as I walked toward her.

“Well…well, um,” she sputtered, but I didn’t give her the chance to form the rest of her thought. I wrapped her in my arms and planted a kiss on her lips that addled both of our brains.

“Time to leave,” I rasped. If we didn’t get back to the apartment fast, I couldn’t guarantee that I wouldn’t take her to one of the secret places around the park and fuck her.

Although…the idea wasn’t totally unappealing.

Assuming she could keep quiet because no one was allowed to hear her cries of passion except me.

“Okay,” Marleigh replied breathlessly. After cleaning up our spot, I took her hand and quickly stalked down the path that led to the 79th Street exit.

We barely made it home with our clothes intact, and they were strewn along the path to the bedroom as we kissed and stumbled our way there.

“Are you starting tonight?” Marleigh moaned while I was sucking on her nipple. I let it go with a pop and raised my head so she could see I was dead serious when I answered.

“I said one day, baby. Twenty-four hours and not a minute less.”

She gasped in shock. To be fair, she might also have been reacting to the finger I’d just slid inside her pussy.

“I’ll be collecting this weekend. Who knows,” I added with a devilish grin, “you might beg me to keep going when my time is up.”

“I’m not going to beg for anything,” she snapped as she bucked her hips up and clenched her inner muscles.

“I’ll take that challenge,” I murmured.

Before I let her out of bed several hours later, I’d lost count of how many times she’d pleaded with me to move faster, or harder, and to let her come.

“So smug,” she muttered with a shake of her head as she scooted off the bed.

I lay back and folded my arms behind my head. “Says the woman who got four orgasms as a reward for her begging,” I teased.

Marleigh’s cheeks turned pink, and her lips curled up. “I wasn’t complaining,” she clarified before scampering into the hallway and over to the bathroom.

When I heard the shower turn on, I hopped out of bed and hurried after her. Water and soap did nothing to scrub my dirty mind and filthy mouth, so I couldn’t honestly say we were all that clean when we got out.

I handed Marleigh a towel and then swiftly dried myself before wrapping it around my waist. We'd need another shower if I didn’t get out of that small space with her wet, naked body.

I kissed her temple, then squeezed behind her to get to the door since she was brushing her hair in front of the mirror.

“I’m going to order some dinner, baby. Why don’t you go relax on the couch and cue up one of those shows you like to watch?”

Marleigh stopped what she was doing and met my gaze in the mirror's reflection. “But I didn’t win.”

I shrugged. “You don’t have to win for me to want to make you happy.” Then I grinned and pinched her ass, making her yelp. “Besides, cuddling up with you on the couch is a win for everyone,” I told her with a wink.

I left her staring back at me with her mouth hanging open and crimson blooming on her cheeks.

“So?” I panted as I pulled the sheet up over me and collapsed onto the bed next to my girl.

“What?” she asked dazedly, trying to catch her breath.

“My twenty-four hours are up.”

“Oh.” She sounded so forlorn that I couldn't help laughing, though I had no idea where I found the energy.

I’d spent the last day exploring every single inch of Marleigh’s body. Fucking her over and over as I lived out a few fantasies. If she wasn’t already pregnant, I was certain she was now.

“I suppose I should have bargained for your prize,” I murmured slyly.

“You didn’t win the whole weekend?” she asked, her tone a little crisper as she came down from her orgasmic high. “I’m pretty sure the bet was for the whole weekend.”

She was full of it, and we both knew it, but I wasn’t going to bring it up when she was not-so-subtly saying she wanted more. And I would always give her anything she wanted that was within my power—as long as it didn’t compromise her safety.

“You know, you’re absolutely right.” I’d started the clock at seven the morning before, so I still had all of Sunday before the weekend was technically over. “What did we agree on? Sunday at midnight?”

“Didn’t you say the whole weekend?” she asked with a cheeky smile.

I nodded, then raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to explain her mysterious attitude.

“Monday is a holiday,” she whispered. Her eyes were bright, and her skin flushed from exertion, but I could still see the sweet blush that stole over the apples of her cheeks.

I had completely forgotten about the holiday because it was one of the days that only New York celebrated. Technically, I still had a team workout, but for the first time in my entire career, I was going to play hooky.

“I think we need to eat,” I told her, “because I intend to spend the rest of my time feasting on you.”

After breakfast, Marleigh wanted to take a bath.

I eagerly followed her to the bathroom, but she turned around and put her hand on my chest. “If you come in there with me, we both know what will happen.” I grinned salaciously, not the least bit repentant.

She rolled her eyes and sighed. “If you want to spend the next two days taking advantage of me, then my…” She trailed off and glanced down.

“Pussy?” I offered, holding back a chuckle.

“Yes, um, that. It needs a little rest.”

I closed my eyes, feeling like the world’s biggest asshole for not thinking about this sooner. She’d been a fucking virgin only a few days before, and I’d been shoving my giant cock inside her every chance I got. “Shit,” I grunted.

“Hey.” Marleigh patted my cheek, and I opened my eyes to stare into her blue pools. “I’m fine, Clay. You haven’t hurt me or neglected me. I would have told you, I promise.”

That made me feel marginally better.

“Which is why I’m telling you now. I just need a small break and a soothing bath. Then you can have your wicked way with me.” She winked, and I couldn't help smiling because she was so damn adorable.

“Alright,” I agreed softly. “I’ll clean up breakfast, and when you get out of the bath, we can snuggle and watch a movie.”

“Whatever you say,” she responded seriously. “You’re in charge, after all.”

“Fuck,” I grunted as I clenched my hands at my sides to keep from grabbing her. “You can’t say shit like that to me, baby. Go, before I lose my mind and fuck you up against this wall.”

The door to the bathroom was almost closed when she popped her head out and said, “Rain check?” then shut it before I could do more than groan at the images in my head.

“Definitely a rain check,” I growled before I forced myself to walk away.