The only thing I made clear with any woman entering my bed was exactly what Mazzie had said. No strings. But I couldn’t shake Ryker’s statement. You’re about to fall hard and fast, and I’m here for it. Because the more I felt her in my arms, the more I knew he was right. And for fuck’s sake, I didn’t even know Mazzie. But for some odd reason, it felt as though my heart had known hers forever.
“I’m only making sure that you want to take this step.”
She ran her fingernail under the sleeve of my T-shirt along my tattoo. “I like this trinity knot, by the way,” she said, deflecting. “Any special meaning?”
I wasn’t in the mood to talk about my tattoo. But if it slowed things down, giving her time to really think about the next move, then I would oblige. “I got the tattoo as a symbol of love, loyalty, and friendship. The three areas of my life that are important to me. My friends become my family. Loyalty is key to relationships. It means that you have someone’s back no matter what and love is never-ending.”
“You keep surprising me, Lucas Allen.”
“Is that a good thing?” I asked.
“Take me to your room.”
I held her chin. “Mazzie, are you sure?”
I wanted her more than air. But I was afraid she was about to ruin me for any other girl, and I wasn’t ready for that.
I had drama going on—a convicted father who was about to converge on my life, a scholarship to maintain, and my determination to attract the attention of NFL scouts. My senior year was pivotal, and I couldn’t crash and burn. Mazzie had the unassuming potential to disrupt all that.
As if to coax a response out of me, she brushed her lips over mine as she pushed into my cock.
I saw stars. Screw it. This might be my only chance to experience everything she had to offer, and I couldn’t pass that up, even if it were only for one night.
In a flat second, I was guiding her up to my room, my dick hard, my pulse beating like the little drummer boy.
After I locked the door, we both tore off our clothes like two desperate humans hungry for each other. I was dying to taste her and bury my cock inside so deep that I would get lost forever.
“Bed,” I ordered as I went over to the nightstand and flicked on the light.
The soft glow from the lamp had me sucking in air as I watched her lie bare, long hair spilling around her like a dark halo, knees up and spread wide, ready to take all of me. But the way her eyes seemed to glow with lust as she bit on her lip drove me insane.
I blinked hard, knowing I’d never seen anyone as pretty as her. Maybe I’d been blind my whole life.
She began to play with herself.
I yanked her to the edge of the bed. Then I dropped to my knees and regarded her one more time to be sure she wanted this.
Her legs opened wider in answer. “I’m dying here.”
I grinned as I circled my tongue around her clit, gentle at first. But when she sat forward, grabbed my hair, and whimpered, I became a madman.
I licked and sucked, relishing her sweetness. As she pulled on my hair, I stuck one finger then two into her wet and slick channel. I couldn’t wait to feel her walls wrapped around my dick.
“That feels so good. Faster,” she ordered.
I wasn’t one to keep a girl waiting. So I sped up as she bucked and moaned.
“Look at me,” she commanded.
Her boldness was downright sexy as hell.
I met her lustful gaze as I pushed my fingers in and out, my tongue working her higher and higher. Our connection was filled with an intimate lust that both thrilled me and terrified me at once.
Letting go of my hair, she threw her head back and let out a moan that I wanted to hear over and over again.
As I removed my fingers, she said, “I want to suck on your dick.”
What the hell?
