Page 70 of Hat Trick
I feel vulnerable sharing this with her, but I need her to know what’s going on in my head. I don’t want to set her up for disappointment, and considering the logistics of how sex would work for me now hasn’t been on my radar. It hasn’t been in the realm of possibilities of things that might happen to me, but Lexi is looking at me with hooded eyes. She’s touching my face and stroking her thumb along my cheek, and maybe,maybe, we can figure this out together.
Trial and error and all that shit.
The heat between us cools. I’m afraid she’s going to politely rescind her offer. I’ll have to ask for a trade, because it’s going to be embarrassing as hell to walk out of here with my tail between my legs after her rejection and see her tomorrow.
“Riley,” she says, voice pitched low. “I want you to do whatever you’re comfortable with. If that means starting in one position and stopping halfway through to adjust, we’ll do that.”
“Are you sure?” I ask.
“Positive. I’m not turned off by your body. I don’t care about scars or prosthetics. I’d like to see you. And I want you to see me.” Lexi’s fingers curl around the hem of her shirt. She pulls it over her head, revealing a thin black bra strap that shows off her cleavage, and I whine. “If you want.”
“Christ.” My hands skate up and over her ribs. She’s smooth and warm under my palm, and my thumbs trace along the underside of her bra. “I want that so fucking bad.”
“I know I was the one who initiated this, but I need to tell you something.”
“Anything.”
“I’ve never been with any of the guys on the team. Ever,” she adds. “I’ve never been attracted to any of them. I’ve never used sex to get ahead. I don’t want you to think I run around?—”
“I’d never think that,” I say fiercely. “You work so hard, and you’re damn good at your job. Besides”—I hook my fingers in the strap of her bra and snap it against her skin, electrified when she lets out a sharp hiss—“I don’t have a lot of pull on the team. I’m bottom of the barrel right now. I’m not even technically on the roster, for fuck’s sake.”
“Okay. Good. You’re the only one I’ve ever…” She laughs. “Wow. The only one I’ve ever straddled in a hotel room.”
“Any regrets?”
“None so far.”
“What are your other rules, Lex? You’re in charge here. Tell me what you want and how you want it, and I’ll make it so fucking good for you.”
I’m not going to argue about the one-night stipulation. If it’s that or nothing, my choice is going to be her. Always. Because she’s moving her body and wiggling in my lap until the jut of my cock rubs against the seam of her leggings. Because she’s groaning. Rocking forward, her mouth inches from mine, and I’m not in the mood to argue.
I grab her hair again. I wrap the strands around my fist and kiss the corner of her mouth.
“I asked you a question, Lexi. Stop being needy and answer me.”
Her inhale is sharp enough to cut glass. She pulls back and I study her, searching for any sign I’ve gone too far. That I’ve pushed too hard, too soon, but when our eyes meet, I find a flush on her cheeks and on the top of her chest. Both her bra straps fall down her arms, and I wait for her to make the next move.
Lexi slowly takes her hands off me. She reaches behind her and I blink, watching her breasts spill free as her bra falls off.
Fuck.
Her tits are the perfect size, full and round, and I’d give just about anything to fuck her there. To cover her chest with my cum and write out my name so the lucky bastard who gets to have her after me knows who was there first.
“I’m going to be honest with you,” she says, and I blink again, everything around me blurry.
“About what?” I rasp.
It’s a wonder I haven’t combusted yet, and I’m terrified what it’s going to be like when I’m insideher, because this alone could do it for me. A couple thrusts, and I’d be finishing in my pants like I’m a prick with no self-control, and I wouldn’t give a shit.
“Men rarely make me come. I fake a lot of my orgasms. Almost all of them. After, I go home, and I finish the job with my vibrator.” She wraps her fingers around my wrist. She guides my hand to her neck and rests my palm there. “It’s okay if you can’t get me off. I’ll let you watch me fuck myself with the toy I keep in my suitcase.”
I’m going to hell.
I don’t stand a chance at redemption, and that’s fine by me.
I squeeze her neck, applying the faintest bit of pressure around her windpipe until her smile grows. “Get on the fucking bed, Lexi. And leave your leggings on. I bet I can find your clit without even getting you naked.”
She grins and jumps off me, heading for the bed on the far side of the room. She sits on the end of the mattress and I run my hand through my hair, needing a second. Needing a hundred fucking seconds, because I have to do this right.
