He says nothing as I finally land on a show that screams girly, then turn to him with a smirk that I hope says“ha, I win.”Not that I know what I’m winning, but I feel victorious in my choice, and I guess I want him to be annoyed, or at least feel uncomfortable. Because he makes me uneasy with how comfortable him being in my space is.
He says nothing, just grabs my foot. Within a few moves, I have both of them in his lap, my back against the couch arm, and he’s rubbing the ache away from the bottom of my calves and then my feet.
“Oh God.” I take a second to understand how I got into this position and then just let out a deep moan as he presses hard at a particular aching point. “Don’t stop.” I say it in a whisper, but I know he hears me.
“Wasn’t planning on it,” he grunts, and the world fades.
All I see is Gator. All I feel is him. He goes up one leg, then the next. Each time I think he’s done, he just does it all over again. My legs and feet have never felt better, but they’ve also never been turned to goo before. His hands should be illegal with how good they make me feel. And I can’t seem to stop moaning.
“You keep that up and I can’t be held responsible for what I do,” he says after a particularly loud moan that has me opening my mouth and closing my eyes. There’s something about the sole of a foot being rubbed that just gets me loud, apparently.
I open my eyes and smirk at him. “But you started it.” I don’t mean to say it as a challenge, but as soon as the words leave my mouth, I know it’s what I’ve done.
“Damn right, and I’m going to finish it,” he growls a second before he leans over me, caging me in with his arms on either side of my head. He doesn’t even give me a chance to think, much less hesitate, before his lips are on mine.
I don’t move. I can’t. Not when fireworks are going off in my brain and my inner goddess is jumping up and down while screaming with joy. His lips are the softest thing ever, and his tongue is wicked as it snakes through my lips.
Half a second is all it takes before my arms are wrapped around him and I’m moaning for a whole different reason.
Chapter 13—Gator
This is really happening. I’m not dreaming it. I finally have Bailey in my arms, and she’s not pushing me away. Hell, she’s grabbing on and not letting go. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve this, but I’m going to make sure to do all the good things I’ve promised to do ever since I was a kid from now on. If this is the reward I get, I’ll make sure to put in the time to guarantee it happens again.
I don’t know what I was thinking. I wasn’t planning this. Okay, I was alwayshopingthere would be a day that I finally got to taste my girl, but I seriously didn’t mean for this to happen when I brought over the pizza.
And no, I wasn’t stalking her or listening to her phone calls with Jules. Well, not on repeat, anyway. I already knew Naps Pizzeria was her favorite. It’s everyone’s. And I might have paid attention to when she said she only likes cheese and any toppings that land on her pizza are as gross as having no popcorn at a movie theater. It didn’t take a genius to figure out she would be sore today. One look at Jules at the clubhouse and I knew Bailey was feeling it. Jules might be the runner, but it’s the obstacles that are the bitch you don’t expect. While I might not have been here for the past couple of weeks to watch Jordan train her, I highly doubt they worked on anything but stamina and light muscle stuff. They were on a time crunch as it was; no way would Jordan put focus on more than just making sure our girl could go through the course in one piece without pulling a muscle.
I was happy I could bring her some food and ease the tension in her legs. I’d do it every day if she’d let me. Getting my hands on her and hearing her moans is a feeling of sweet divinity.
But a man can only take so much. I knew I was going to be in a world of hurt the moment she moaned around that first bite of pizza. But unlike a smart man, I wanted that pain. I relished the ache of my dick getting so hard for her. Hearing her not give a damn about who was around as she continued to do so was like watching the Super Bowl for free. Amazing.
When I put the stuff away, I hated the silence. Even though it lasted for maybe ten minutes, I wanted—no,neededto hear her moan again. And fuck if it wasn’t ten times better when I had my hands on her and she made that same noise.
I could only take so much, and when I made a comment—mostly because I was hoping she would put me in my place and perhaps help deflate my dick—she challenged me. Like the Troublemaker she is. I didn’t think, just pounced. I gave zero warning, and no hesitation for her to deny me.
Her mouth is made for me. Her taste designed for me alone to worship. Her body molded to fit against mine. And fuck if the image of her greeting me at her doorstep won’t be playing as a highlight reel for all of time. I knew she was sexy, but seeing that much skin had me almost drooling. I tried so hard for her not to see me noticing it, but I would be a fool not to. I was trained in the military to see everything even if my eyes were straight forward. And damn, did I see it all.
I keep my arms pinned on the couch beside her head, forcing my body to not lie on top of hers. I might be all in with this, but I know Bailey still has shit to work out on whether or not she wants there to be an “us.” Which there will be, just on her schedule. Which I pray to God is now, ’cause I’m one thrust away from showing her just how goddamn hard she makes me.
When we finally come up for air, I don’t even give her a chance to take a breath before I’m talking. “Don’t freak out.”
She looks at me with her mouth still open, as if she hasn’t decided if she should close it or not. She nods, then on a whisper of a breath says, “Okay.”
I take her lips again, because for once she’s not arguing with me. I’m slow in my exploration of her, just like the first time. I might have struck fast, but I know when to savor a good thing. Her lips part for me each time my mouth is on hers, and her tongue dances with mine. My hands ache from the force I use to keep them where they are. My fingernails bite into my skin, a slight pain, but a reminder that once I touch her with more than just my lips, all bets are off.
I slow my movements, breaking our kiss, only to go back in twice more for quick samples before I trail down her neck. She turns her head and arches below me, forcing a moan from me. The feel of her breasts pushing against me, even slightly, has me gritting my teeth to hold back from grinding against her. Not that I’m scared of her knowing how aroused I am—more that I’m afraid I might come embarrassingly quickly if I sink between her bent legs. And while it won’t deter me to stop—I’m young, after all—I don’t want to spill inside my jeans when it could be inside her.
Her arms, which were locked in a death grip around me while we kissed, have loosened, her fingers trailing up and down my back in a random rhythm while I just breathe in her scent and pepper her neck with kisses.
“What’s your name?” Her voice is rough from our lip lock, as I stole all the moisture from her.
Sitting up, I give in to one desire before I speak. I slid my fingers through her hair, pushing the blonde waves away from her eyes. I’m not afraid to tell her, but like all Hounds, I know there’s power in a name. One I’m willing to give her, just like I did the moment I called her Troublemaker.
“Reese Stalone.”
A smile curls her lips, and I see mirth on her face a second before she banters back, “See, that wasn’t so hard, now was it?”
My chuckle makes me shake a bit, and she wiggles below me till she moans. Her movements caused her to feel me.Allof me. Her eyes go wide as all her merriment leaves her body, and she tentatively arches again to see if what she felt was real. I don’t let her guess, just slowly lower between her legs and watch her eyes blow wide at the contact.
