Page 28 of The Playbook (Out Of Bounds #3)

“Where have you been?” Liam asks when Summer takes a seat next to him at the table.

“Girl things.” She pats his shoulder casually and scoots herself in, pulling her hair behind her ear.

She’s a damn goddess in that dress.

The way it hangs from her shoulders, exposing the part of her neck I fucking love. There’s a slit in her dress, a high slit, that has my memory of her thighs playing games with me. Those thighs of hers had me in a goddamn trance and the way her leg peeks out with the slit has me feeling like a hungry, rabid animal. Her gold rings shine every time she talks and moves her hands around in an animated way. And I can’t even look at her lips without wanting to kiss them.

“Chase?” Abby says my name loudly. “Hello? Do you want something to drink? The waiter is asking.”

“Shit, sorry, yes. Uh, glass of whiskey. Neat.” I shake my head and run my sweaty hands over my thighs before risking a glance across the table at Summer.

The corner of her mouth is pulled up into a smirk and her chest is rising and falling with deep breaths as she looks at me.

“Careful,” Nate says, leaning into my ear.

I pull back, looking at him, confused.

“Did you mean to be so obvious?” he asks with a smirk before taking a swig of his beer.

“Oh, fuck off.”

Nate barks out a laugh causing the rest of the table to look our way.

“Summer, you look good.” He diverts attention back to her, and I watch as her eyes roll and she laughs.

“I know.” She shrugs. “Thanks, Camp.” Her words are directed at Nate, but she’s staring at me. In nearly the same eye fucking way I’ve been staring at her all evening.

It does amaze me how publicly Summer comes off as incredibly confident, almost arrogant in some ways, but behind closed doors she very easily expressed her insecurities. I know we all have them. Little things about ourselves we don’t particularly love or would like to change, I guess I just never expected Summer to be so open about hers. She’s physically stunning, yes, but she’s beautiful beyond that. I’ve never met someone with as much life and joy as she emulates.

I feel my phone buzz in my pocket and pull it out discreetly to take a look while people around me are still mingling.

Summer

Here. So you don’t have to stare all night.

Fuuuuuck .

Summer’s text comes through with a picture of her in the dress standing in front of her mirror at her apartment. She must’ve taken this just before coming here tonight. My mouth waters at the way she’s posing, letting the slit in her dress do its job and giving my dick a reason to start aching.

It’s a nice dress. I like it.

Summer

I like your suit.

Her reply to me comes almost immediately, but when I glance up she isn’t across from me any longer. I swivel around in my chair trying to find her when suddenly my eyes land on her figure near the bar. She’s leaning against it, hair brushed completely to one side with her eyes sparkling from all the way over there. That dress really outlines the curve of her hips and the shape of her body. Something I’ve barely noticed until recently, and now it’s all I can fucking see.

My phone buzzes another time and I see her set hers down on the bar.

Summer

And I like your face.

I like your face.

Summer

Your hands.

Your thighs.

I pull at the collar of my shirt, loosening it as much as I can without looking sloppy for this damn dinner that I suddenly have the urge to leave. And take Summer with me.

Summer comes back to the table along with Liam, Nate, and Mia. All taking their seats as we wait for Abby and Ford to make a quick speech before dinner is served and the rest of the night continues.

She peeks at her phone, but Mia grabs her attention and I watch as they talk for the next couple of minutes. One of the assistant coaches takes a seat at our table next to me, striking up small talk just as some of the lights come on a bit brighter.

“Your sister knows what she’s doing with these dinners,” he says.

“Yeah, she does.”

As Ford begins talking, we all move our attention to the stage. He’s practiced the speech with me and the guys a couple of times to make sure it sounded okay and not “dull”—as he put it. Although, with the charm that follows Ford Anderson everywhere, I’m not sure anyone would ever use that word to describe anything he does.

I quickly throw my hand over my phone as it buzzes, creating more noise than before with how quiet the room now is. I feel eyes on me, but see Summer’s name pop up and know I can’t resist the urge to check the message.

Summer

These thighs?

Another picture. In real time.

I’m a strong man. But this woman is making me so damn weak. Her hand sits gently on her upper thigh as her fingers pull the slit open just a little bit more in the picture. The silkiness of her skin has my mouth hanging open and my blood pumping.

Kincaid… you’re killing me.

Summer

I can just tell you where I want my thighs, if that’s better?

Don’t fucking tempt me to bring you into one of these rooms.

Summer

Promises, promises.

Ford and Abby finish their speeches and the dinner plates are served, but my appetite is now for something a little more blonde.

Get up, Kincaid.

I send Summer the text message and rise from my seat, quickly making my way toward the doors that head to the main lobby. With everyone else focused on eating and schmoozing, I can’t imagine I’ll be missed.

My strides are quick as I head down the hall and I hear heels clicking behind me, but she never says a word. She just follows my lead.

Once I enter the last room down the hall, I let the door close behind me and wait in the dark. The only light from a lamp post outside shines dimly through the window and there’s a soft light that comes in when Summer opens the door.

Before she’s even fully in the room and the door has a chance to close, my body finds hers and presses her against the wall. Summer gasps as my hand lands gently on her chest, inches away from her neck.

“Mmm,” she moans, and I lean into her further, putting one of my knees between her legs.

My hand slowly creeps up, gripping the base of her throat softly and I can feel her pulse racing. Her blue eyes sparkle against the darkness and she bites her bottom lip with a smirk.

“Look at you, being risky… spontaneous, even,” she taunts.

“You…” I breathe against her cheek. “You’re making me reckless.”

My free hand finds the slit in her dress and I cup the back of her thigh, pulling her leg up and around my body.

Summer grinds herself against my thigh between her legs and I let my hand roam her smooth skin, never wanting to let it go.

“Fuck, Chase.” She pulls my tie and I slam my body into hers one more time, pressing against her as I bring my lips down to her.

She’s all tequila and lime as I savor the taste. Her hands go into my jacket as she pulls at my shirt, untucking it. The sounds that Summer makes are enough to drive me wild, add how she feels, how she tastes, it’s all too fucking much.

My fingers feather her inner thighs and I feel her body twitch when I run my thumb down the middle of her underwear before peeling the material to the side and sliding my finger down her center slowly. Summer moans against my lips and becomes more fervent in our kiss. Her nails scrape the back of my neck as she tries to pull us closer to one another.

“Fuck,” I say when we briefly break apart. Placing my fingers in my mouth, I suck her arousal, savoring the way she tastes against my tongue.

She inhales a breath before she reaches for the belt on my pants.

“My turn for a taste.” She fixes her dress but then sinks to her knees right in front of me.

Her fingers pull the belt from the loops and she takes it off completely, letting it fall to the ground beside us making a thump noise just before she slowly tugs at the zipper. My hand reaches down, cupping her cheek and pulling her to look up at me before she does anything further.

“I don’t want you doing anything just because you feel like you owe me. You don’t owe me anything .”

“I know,” she says with a smile and pulls my pants to my thighs, leaving my boxers in place.

Summer rubs my cock from outside of my boxers, slowly with a firm hand. Like she’s feeling every outline, every vein, and ridge. Each touch makes me feel harder than I was the moment before.

There should be alarms ringing in my head. Something telling me to stop this. To grow up and not have a girl on her knees for me at a formal event. Something reminding me that this is my sister’s best friend. But nothing comes through. There’s nothing in this moment that makes me want to stop. It’s the opposite, in fact. It’s a voice asking me what the hell I’ve been doing all these years? Why have I never noticed this woman? Why it took one lonely night of weakness and good conversation to force me into kissing her—only to realize that I should have been doing it this entire time.

“God, you’re a tease,” I finally spit out.

“I waited years for you to touch me. Sixty seconds is nothing.” She smirks, gathering her hair and tossing it behind her before she pulls my boxers down just enough to free my cock.

I watch as a devilish grin spreads across her face. My head falls back and I hiss in pleasure the moment I feel her tongue touch the tip. She pulses against it briefly before she slides her tongue from the tip up to the base and back down. A drop of pre-cum almost falls, but Summer’s quick and her tongue swirls to get it.

When I notice a piece of her hair falling into her face again, I reach my hand down and grab hold of it, yanking it slightly and exposing her throat as she gazes up at me.

“Show me you can take it,” I challenge her, and as expected, Summer doesn’t back down.

She wraps her hand around the base and squeezes gently as she pulls my cock into her mouth and sucks, then licks just along the rim.

“Fuck!” I yell out, balling my hand into a fist at my side. God, she feels good. I knew she would.

Summer swirls her tongue around a few times before releasing, and I’m trying to keep it together but know that she’s too damn good at this for me to hold out much longer.

Then, Summer does something I’m not expecting. Something I fucking love. She drags her tongue to the base and back up, putting just the tip in her mouth and sucking before her tongue pulses right at the tip over and over. Her fingers run up and down the underside. It’s like she has a fucking tell all handbook on the things that drive me wild.

“Fuck, Summer,” I moan.

I can feel her teeth as they skim up and down and I bring my hand into her hair. “You’re so perfect. Your mouth is fucking perfect.”

She takes me even further down her throat and sucks even harder than before as my legs start to buckle underneath me. Summer moans below me, and I feel everything begin to pulse.

“You gonna swallow, Summer? You want me down your throat?”

She moans again, nodding with my cock in her mouth as my orgasm rips through me.

She takes every drop. Every last fucking drop. She even goes back for seconds when she isn’t sure she got it all, sucking one more time before I shiver at the touch of her.

I watch as she slowly begins to rise and I’m pulling my pants back up, noticing the puffiness of her lips. The fullness is what I can’t get enough of. Everything about Summer gives me this feeling of always wanting more. I take my thumb and skim it over her bottom lip, feeling the warmth beneath my finger.

“This mouth.”

She takes my hand into hers, interlocking our fingers between us. “What about it?”

Her glossy eyes are piercing into me. “Add it to the list of things I like.”