See you soon.
Why is it that any time my brothers need something, I’m the one they run to? Going back to Lyla, I shoot her another text before my brother arrives.
Me:
Are you sure you don’t want to eat? I’ll cook.
Doll:
I can’t tonight.
Me:
Can’t or don’t want to?
Doll:
Case…
Have I had it wrong all along? Maybe she’s not into me–maybe this is just a crush because of hockey. That thought alonepisses me off. Chucking my phone next to me on the couch, there’s a knock at my door then it opens and Crew steps in.
“Yo, what’s up?” I ask and he takes a deep breath, coming to sit next to me on the couch.
“I fucked up,” he tells me and I shake my head.
“What did you do now?” I ask, standing from the couch and walking into my small kitchenette to grab us both a drink. Opening the fridge I grab two beers, handing him one. I twist off the top and bring the bottle to my mouth, taking a sip while waiting for my brother to explain himself.
“I fucked Scarlett,” he says, bringing the bottle to his lips and downing it in one shot.
“Scarlett who?” I ask, raising a brow and he looks down then back up at me and my eyes widen. “No-no way. Scarlett Graves as in Coach Graves’ wife?” I ask, completely stunned. That is not what I thought was going to come out of his mouth.
“Yeah, bro and the worst part is… I think I’m in love with her.” he says and I shake my head.
“No man. No you are not in love with our coach’s wife. How the fuck? Ya know what? I don’t even want to know. You know this can ruin your career right?” I ask, trying to keep my tone neutral but fuck! This can ruin everything he’s worked so hard for.
“I know. I’m fucked. I just needed to tell someone and you and Cruz are the only two people in this world, I trust.” he says and I nod.
“So it’s a one and done right?” I ask and he nods again, walking to the fridge and grabbing another beer.
“It has to be, it doesn’t matter how I feel. It will never work right?” He asks, his tone unsure of the words that he just spewed. It’s like he’s talking himself off the ledge, when all he wants is to jump off it–head first. I walk towards him and place my hands on his shoulders.
“Crew, I’ll never tell you what to do or who to love but this—it’s dangerous territory. If she is who you want and she feels the same way about you. Then do it correctly. She needs to leave the Coach and be fully divorced before being seen with you. This shit can never get out.” I tell him and his eyes snap to mine with so much hope.
“She’s worth it man.” he says and I sigh. He’s like a love sick puppy for this woman. Don’t get me wrong. Scarlett Graves is smoking hot. Not as hot as Lyla but she’s definitely up there—If you’re into women over forty. “Hey thanks bro. I gotta meet Cruz and the others. You coming tonight?” he asks but I shake my head.
“Na, I got plans. I’ll see you tomorrow at practice,” I tell him and he nods, smacking my shoulder and leaving the same way he came in. Grabbing my phone I check the time, then get ready for tonight.
Entering the house, I sit at the bar and wait for Collette to let me know Mercedes is ready for me.
“Mr. Knight—Room 206 is ready for you,” Colette purrs in my ear from behind me. I reach into my pocket and hand her my credit card, while Lexi places my drink on the bar for me. Stepping away with my double bourbon in hand, I walk through the foyer and down the hall. I find my room with ease and openthe door. Notes of fresh flowers and honey hit my senses making me groan and automatically think of Lyla.
Shutting the door behind me, I walk in and see Mercedes laying on the bed, mask in place, completely naked and her legs spread. Next to her is an array of objects and I lick my lips thinking about exactly what I’m going to do to her.
“Close your eyes,” I whisper, taking a sip of my drink as I pick up the blind fold and place it over her thin mask. I run my fingers down her throat and over her breast, flicking her nipple. Reaching into the glass I scoop out a cube of ice and rub it over her hardened peaks. Her body shivers at my touch, as I continue to drag the cube down her stomach and right between her thighs. I bend down and lick up the trail of liquid as I use the melting cube and graze it over her clit. She moans, arching her back. I continue to rub the melting ice, gliding it over her pussy and spreading her lips, inserting it into her core. She jolts as I sink a finger inside her feeling the ice melt the further I push it into her. Taking another sip of the amber liquid, I remove my finger making her whimper. I move over to her head, grasp her cheeks forcing her mouth to open and dribble the bourbon from my mouth into hers. She swallows, then moans and I take a step back.
Placing the glass down on the nightstand, I pick up the soft silk rope, lift her wrist tying it to the bed post and do the same with the other. I stare at her body as I remove my clothes, wanting nothing more than to sink inside her already but, I won’t. I want to take my time and watch her–listen to her sounds then feel her every quake, the minute my cock slams into her drenched core. My cock hardens and I take it in my hand, stroking myself to relieve the ache. I climb between her legs and lift the purple vibrator, pressing the button. A soft hum echoes through the room and I place it against her clit, making her jump. She moans then cries out, when I take the toy away. Idrag it up her stomach to her tits, circling her nipple then up her breast bone to her throat and jaw.
“Open, make it wet,” I whisper as her mouth parts, sucking the toy just like I asked. While she’s being such a good girl, I use my free hand to spread her lips and run my nose up and down her clit. Her legs tremble around me, making me smirk. I snake my tongue out and flick the tip of her aching nub causing her hips to roll. She moans around the toy and I shove it deeper into her mouth as I suck her clit into mine, biting down on it. Her back bows off the bed and I remove the toy only to press it against her clit. She cries out again, when I move it away and sink it inside her.
