Prologue-2
1981 Words
“You’re tryin’ to make me lose, aren’t you?” She points at me and scowls. “It’s not gonna work. I’m a nun-in-training and am completely immune to you.”
“Is that so?” I puff out my chest to prove she’s lying.
Maize blinks hard as if she’s trying to look away but can’t. “Yep. Doesn’t faze me one bit. You’re just wasting your time.”
“Then why do you keep talkin’ about it?” I challenge.
“Whatever. I’m not.” She leans down again to focus on the ball. I shift my body until I’m in her line of sight, and when she goes to make her move, I grip the edge of the table as hard as I can. The veins in my hand pop out right before she strikes the cue ball, causing her to put too much force behind the shot, and the ball bounces onto the floor.
“s**t!” She slams the bottom of the stick against the floor and pouts. “You did that on purpose!”
Bending down, I grab it and walk over to her. Her breath hitches as I close the gap between us, and her eyes lower down my chest and stomach once again.
“I think you dropped this…” I hold the ball out for her, but she doesn’t move.
Knowing I’m getting to her, I reach down and place the ball in her palm, then flash her a wink. “Wanna try it again?”
Finally, she blinks and steps back, putting at least a foot of space between us. “No, that’d be cheating. It’s your turn.”
“Alright.” I grin as I take my position and call the pocket. Moments later, I sink my last ball.
She groans loudly, and I laugh.
“Problem?” I ask, looking over my shoulder.
She glares at me, shaking her head, and I bring my focus back to the eight-ball.
“Middle pocket,” I say, then shoot it in perfectly.
“Looks like I’m buying shots,” she says, defeated.
I put up our sticks, then tilt her chin up until our eyes meet. “Or we could skip them, and you could come home with me.”
Maize looks like she’s gonna pass out as she stares at me intently. I’m pretty sure I’ve shocked her into silence. The corner of my lips tilts up in amusement as I watch her mind spin out of control.
“It’s a yes or no question, Maize. You look like you’re trying to solve a trigonometric equation.”
She wrinkles her nose and finally inhales a breath. “I-I’m a mess. You heard how awful I am with dating…” She holds out her hand, motioning to the bar. “And you witnessed firsthand how pathetic I am at flirting. I mean, seriously, it’s sad. So, why would you—”
Before she can continue ranting, I cup her face, and our mouths collide. She’s hesitant at first and barely brushes her lips against mine. When I slip my tongue inside, she finally relaxes into my touch. She tastes like lemon and salt, a combination of the alcohol she was drinking earlier.
My hand slides down her body as she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer, and I know she wants this as much as I do. Maize releases a moan, and the sound goes straight to my d**k. I want to hear that noise all night long—underneath me, on top of me, bent over in front of me. And there’s no denying she does too.
“Maize, I need an answer before I embarrass myself here,” I murmur against her mouth.
“Yes,” she whispers. “Take me home with you.”
“I need to pay my tab. I’ll be right back,” I say, somehow stepping back and releasing her. “Fuck.” I adjust myself, then grab my shirt and slip it on. Maize giggles, and I notice the way she touches her swollen ruby red lips.
“Hey, Kenzie. I need to close out,” I tell her, grabbing my wallet.
She gives me the total, and I hand her my card. Once I write the tip and sign the receipt, I slide it to her with a thank you.
“You’re welcome. Don’t forget to wear a condom!” she shouts as I make my way back to Maize, and I swear she’s blushing more than before.
“You ready?” I hold out my hand.
“Dear God, yes.” She grabs it, and I lead her through the back entrance to my truck. “I love my sister, but she’s loud and obnoxious, which is sometimes cute, but typically embarrassing.”
I chuckle as we climb inside, and I start the engine.
“She loves getting a rise outta you,” I say, making my way down the street to Colt’s apartment. Since I was only staying for one night, he let me use it while he visits his girlfriend in Dallas.
Five minutes later, I pull into the parking lot, and we jump out.
“You live here?” she asks as I scramble to find the key.
“No, it’s a friend’s place. He’s not home, though.”
As soon as I open the door, I flick on a couple of lights and lead her inside. “Do you want a nightcap?” I ask, gripping her hand in mine and leading her to the kitchen.
“No, thanks.” She stops walking, and I quickly look at her. Maize grabs my waist and pulls herself close, then reaches for my face. I lean down and meet her lips as she pushes her tongue inside my mouth. She roams her hands over my body, lowering them to my belt buckle and zipper. Once she successfully undoes my jeans, I grab her shirt and pull it off. I wait a moment to take in how breathtaking her body is—perky t**s, flat stomach, and slim waist. She’s a fuckin’ meal that I can’t wait to devour.
“Goddamn, Maize…” I help her out of her tight jean shorts. “You’re driving me insane.”
“Take yours off now,” she orders.
Once we’re both down to only our underwear, I slide a hand between her thighs and feel how wet she is for me. I nearly combust when she coats my finger through the fabric of her panties.
Before I forget, I grab my wallet from my jeans. I pull out a condom, then drop the wallet on the floor. “Your sister’s orders,” I say, chuckling.
Maize shakes her head. “She acts like she’s the older one.”
Sliding my hands down her body, I grip her ass and lift her into my arms. Maize’s legs wrap around me as my erection pushes against her. Our mouths crash together as I walk us through the living room and into the bedroom. Once she’s flat on the mattress, I tower over her and sink my teeth into her neck.
“f**k, I want you so bad,” I growl into her ear. Flattening my tongue against her warm skin, I slide it over her jaw until I meet her lips again. “Say it, Maize. Tell me you want this as much as I do.”
I hate that I need the reassurance, but after getting a glimpse of her doubts about men tonight, I need to be certain she does.
“I do, Gavin. I want it so bad. f**k me…hard.” She nearly begs as she arches her body up into mine.
“You got it, sweetheart.” I move down her body and help her unsnap her bra. Covering her n****e with my mouth, I suck hard until she yelps. Then I move to the other.
“God, you’re beautiful, Maize. I don’t know if one night is gonna be enough to satisfy my craving for you. You’re already like a sweet tooth I can’t kick.” I kiss down her stomach until I reach the edge of her panties. Once I remove them, I slowly slide my tongue up her slit. Her breathing grows faster, and I know the moment I dive inside her, she’ll combust.
I flick her clit before sucking it and tasting her. Gliding my hand up her thigh, I spread her wider and then push a finger into her p***y. She gasps, rocking her hips as I thrust.
As her sweet juices cover my mouth and face, I devour her like my last meal. It takes only a couple of minutes before her legs clench, and she screams out her release.
I’m well practiced with control and patience, but my willpower snaps the moment she comes on my tongue. Quickly, I remove my jeans, then slip on the condom. As soon as I line up with her entrance, I push inside.
The moment our bodies connect is f*****g heaven.
She wraps her legs around my waist as I pound into her, over and over, giving her exactly what she asked of me. Hard and fast.
As she gasps for air and lets out little breathy noises, I know she’s close again, so I don’t slow down until she squeezes my c**k. We rock together in perfect harmony as I rub her clit and massage her breast.
“Fuuuuck, Maize. You’re so tight.”
“Don’t stop, oh my God, it’s soooo good.” She bucks her hips wildly as she fists the sheets. “I’m so close. Go deeper,” she begs.
I lift one of her legs until it’s on my shoulder and spread her wider so I can angle myself to get deeper inside her p***y. The moment I do, her entire body shakes, and she moans out her third release.
“Holy s**t,” she pants.
“I’m not done with you,” I tell her, shifting back. “Roll over,” I demand.
As soon as she does, I get between her legs and grip her hips. Maize arches her back and sticks out her plump ass for me.
“s***k me. Hard.”
Raising my arm slightly, I c***k my hand against her cheek and smile when I see how red it gets. “Fuckin’ perfect, baby.”
I position myself between her thighs and return to paradise. With one hand, I fist her hair and yank her head back until my mouth touches her ear. “I’ve been fantasizing about doing this to you since the moment you mentioned it at the bar tonight. Bending you over and pulling your hair…fuck, I’d been hard for hours just thinkin’ about it.”
“Yes,” she purrs. “Pull harder.”
She looks up at me with big blue eyes, and I nearly lose myself right then.
“Don’t push me, Maize,” I growl. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she assures me. “I want it hard and rough with you, Gavin. Don’t stop.”
I do exactly as she asks. I pull her hair as I f**k her from behind, slamming my c**k so goddamn deep inside her p***y she’ll be feeling me there for days. Then I smack her ass again to make sure my red imprint stays too.
The moment she clenches around my c**k and gasps for more air, I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze gently. She loses control, and seconds later, I do too.
My body aches from the best s*x I’ve ever had.
I can say that with one-hundred-percent certainty, which, considering I haven’t dated a woman in over a decade, is f*****g insane. One-night stands, yes, but I never get attached. And I definitely don’t think about round two the next day.
But I am. I want Maize for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Then again for dessert. The taste of her p***y and sweet skin is still on my tongue, and I need more.
I half-open my eyes and see the sun blazing through the blinds. Why in the hell Colt doesn’t have curtains is beyond me, but at least this way, I’ll be able to f**k Maize and admire every perfect inch of her body.
When I roll over to find her, I’m greeted with an empty bed.
What the hell?
I feel around, but the sheets are cold.
No…she couldn’t leave. I drove us here.
Deciding to check around the apartment, I pull on my boxers and walk to the kitchen. When it’s empty, I check the bathroom. Then the living room.
Next, I notice her clothes aren’t on the floor.
She left.
I check the time, and it’s barely eight in the morning.
No note, no phone number for me to reach her, nothing.
Well, s**t. There really is a first time for everything, and I can’t say I’m a f*****g fan of getting bailed on the morning after.
- Writer
