Play Me (15 page)

“What are you thinking about in that head of yours,” he whispers
.
“You’re fucking killing me. I haven’t asked a girl out in a really long time. Put me out of my misery, Roxy.”
Are his cheeks red?
Raising an eyebrow I press my lips together in an attempt not to laugh. “I don’t know,” I say, biting my lip.

Weston furrows his brow.
“I’ll take you out to eat too. Maybe some ice cream. Uh,” he sighs. “Never mind—it was a stupid idea.”

I snort
.

“Are you making fun of me?” he asks.

“I would never,” I say taking a step closer. “We can give it a try. It’ll be fun.”

His shoulders relax when he wraps an arm around me. The fear in me is taunting me but the overwhelming sensation to be with him is winning.

He leans in and whispers against my ear. “I can’t wait.”

Chapter
Eleven

Weston

Man. If someone was to have told me that I would be swooning over Roxanne two weeks ago, I would have laughed in their face. And then come back later to laugh more. But it just
happened
. I didn’t want to like her, honestly, I didn’t.

I tug on my T-shirt and run my hand through my hair. I’m going out on a date and I’m fucking nervous as shit. I haven’t taken a girl out on a real date since high school. And she has a kid.
A kid
.

I run my hands through my hair again and let out a steady breath. I’ve got this. Dom is sitting in the living room watching TV when I walk in. He turns to look at me and raises an eyebrow. “What are you wearing?”
I look down. “Clothes.”

“Are you … going out in the middle of the day? I’ve known you for four years and not once have you cared what you looked like in class.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m taking Roxy to the park.”

Dom lifts his brow. “The park?”

“Her and her son,” I say.

Dom blinks twice rapidly. “She has a kid?”

I nod.

He turns to me and stares. “You must really like her.” He cracks a smile and then starts laughing. I gawk at him while he hysterically laughs into his elbow.

“And what the fuck is so funny, Dom?”

He throws his head back and his laugh turns to a smirk. “Weston Garrison has met his fucking match.”

I sigh. “Shut the hell up, Dom.”

“Intuition.” Then he starts laughing again.

***

Roxy answers her door in a little white sundress. The wind flutters against her and pushes the fabric tightly against her body.
Goddamn.
Her long hair is down today, brushing up against the top of her breast.

She waves me inside. “We’re almost ready. I’ll be about five minutes.”

I reach for her elbow and pull her toward me. Her flowery scent pushing against me. “Good morning,” I say, trailing my lips against the soft skin of her jaw.

Her fingers tighten around my shirt and she smiles up at me. “Good morning,” she whispers.

“Weston?”

The little voice comes from behind Roxy. A look of worry crosses Roxy’s face but I put my finger against the wrinkle line on her forehead. “Maddox?” I ask, sidestepping Roxy to look down at him.

Big blue eyes stare up at me from under a blue and yellow SAU hat. He has dark hair curling upward over the rim. “That’s me,” he says.

I nod. “It’s nice to meet you, Maddox.”

“Will you play with me at the park?” he asks, bringing the football he’s holding out in front of him. He tosses it up and catches it.

Something aches at my chest that I’ve never felt but I nod. “I will. Can you catch?”

He puffs out his chest and nods. “Yea I can!” he shouts.

“Maddox, inside voice,” she says.

He lowers his voice. “Yea, I can because I’m going to play for the Dolphins one day!”

Smiling down at him I hold out my hand for a high-five. “We’ll get ya there, buddy.”

***

Maddox is great. He talks a lot but at least he’s opening up to me. Grabbing a loaf of bread, Maddox and I sit on the dock of the lake and throw pieces into the water for the ducks.

He swings his feet in tempo with me. “I wish I were a duck,” he says.

I laugh. “And why is that?”

“Because they can swim.”

“You can’t?”

A sad frown curves on his face. “No. I can’t.”

I slip closer to him and look over my shoulder. Roxanne is spreading out our blanket and setting out our plates. “How about I teach you soon?”

He stares blankly up at me and blinks twice. “Really?”

I knock my fingers against his head and wrap my arm around his shoulder. “Of course.”

A sloppy grin widens on his face and he starts to throw more bread off of the dock. “Can you handle this while I’m gone? I need to go talk to your Mom.”
He cocks his head to the side. “Do you like her?”

I bite my lip. “Yea, bud. I do. Are you okay with that?”

He takes a minute to respond but he finally nods. “I think so. You’re good at football.”

Good to know.

Roxy is barefoot, legs crossed and her head resting against her folded arms behind her head. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her without a sneer for this long. Her green eyes flutter open as I crawl on top of her. She smiles. “You’re getting a lot better. You jogged on your leg.” She pokes me in the chest.

I press a light kiss to the corner of her mouth and inhale her in before falling over to my side. “I am gettin’ better. Hopefully I’ll be able to start practice soon.”

She nods, twisting a strand of hair around her finger. “You want to play football for the rest of your life?”

I relax my head against the palm of my hand and trace circles around Roxy’s belly. “Yes. It’s been my dream since I can remember.”

“Where do you want to go?”

I shrug. “Maybe The Buccaneers or The Dolphins.”

She giggles and it makes my dick constrict against my jeans. “Don’t tell Maddox he’ll never leave you alone.”

“I don’t mind,” I say. And for the first time I think I mean it. I don’t mind that she has a kid. I don’t mind that Roxy is a firecracker. And I sure as hell don’t care what everyone is going to say about me. I—like Roxy.

“Why not?” she whispers. I almost think she didn’t say it but when I look up at her I know she did. Those green eyes are full of fear. Fear of being rejected

“Because I like you.”

She smirks. “Half of SAU’s girl’s population will probably testify you said the same to them.”

I lift an eyebrow and swing my leg over her and hold myself up with my arms. “Oh really. I bet none of them can say that I’ve taken them out on a date. Or kissed their mouth,” I whisper against her lips.

She freezes beneath me. “What do you mean? You’ve never kissed any of them?”

I slowly shake my head and watch as her eyes darken. Her fingers clutch onto the sides of my shirt. “You like that I kiss only you, Roxanne?” I gently whisper, nipping up her jaw until I take her earlobe in-between my teeth.

Her hips rock upward against me. Her eyes briefly close until I stroke the inside of her thigh. “Maddox,” she chokes out.

I jerk my head upwards and see Maddox still in his same spot. “He isn’t looking,” I say, raising my hand to touch the fabric of her underwear.

She arches her back and grips me harder. With my eyes focused on Maddox, I slide my fingers around the edge and scoot them over to the side. Roxy moans as I slide my finger down her core. “You’re so wet,” I whisper, stroking her faster.

She clenches around my finger, and the hottest noise slips from her lips. When she looks back-up her gaze is hooded. A lazy grin crawls up her face.

“What are y’all doing?”

I jump back, my hand coming from underneath her dress as quick as I slipped it up there. “Getting ready to eat,” I blurt out, running my fingers through my hair.

Maddox plops down beside me and starts piling food onto his plate.

Roxanne’s cheeks are red when I glance over at her. She hands me a fixed plate. “You hungry?” she asks.

I slowly nod, giving her a once over. “You bet.”

***

Roxy

Maddox’s head is pressed against the crook in Weston’s shoulder. One arm is flopped over Weston’s back and the other tucked nicely into his chest. Weston turns around and looks at me. Something about Maddox in his arms makes me wetter than I’ve ever been.

“Is his bedroom the one on the left?”

I slowly nod. I wait until Weston is down the hallway before I slip off my shoes and run my fingers through my hair. The door to Maddox’s room closes and then I’m staring at Weston in the doorway. The tight white T-shirt he’s wearing stretches as he rubs his hands against his jeans. “He’s a good kid,” he finally says.

I nod. “He is.”

Today was good. Maddox seemed to enjoy Weston’s company and it shakes me to the core. What if Weston bolts—like Ryan—I can’t let Maddox get his hopes up every time I date. I explained to Maddox that Weston was Mommy’s friend but that doesn’t mean theories won’t transform into hope.

Weston clears his throat and takes a couple of steps toward me. My fingers itch to touch that soft, dirty blond hair. Or the hard curvature of each muscle. But I don’t move. We watch each other for a few minutes. “Where are you parents?”

Weston asks.

“Texas.”

He frowns. “Do you go visit them?” I shake my head. “Why?” he asks.

“Because they kicked me out of the house when I was eighteen. I got pregnant and they booted my ass.”

Something angry washes over Weston’s face. “Does he not ask about his grandparents?”
My chest constricts. “Yes.”

“That’s not fair.”

I watch him for a really long time. The more emotion on his face the more my body heats. “I’m going to take a bath,” I say.

He doesn’t blink but realization that this conversation is over crosses his face. “Are you now?”

My stomach twists as I walk toward my bedroom door. I don’t like to talk about my parents. I don’t talk about my parents actually. Nor do I think about them. It hurts too much. How can someone who claimed they loved you all of your life turn around and dump their pregnant daughter onto the street. Trash is what. The truth is that I don’t miss them. Since I had Maddox I know what true love is and what my parents gave wasn’t that.

I turn to shut the door but Weston is standing in my doorway. His leg is better now and it stirs something inside of me. I haven’t had all of Weston Garrison.

My cheeks flare from the way his eyes sweep over me. He is taking off each pair of clothing with his eyes. “That wasn’t an invitation,” I say, taking a couple of steps to start the shower.

Weston hooks his arm around my waist and pulls me to him. “Yes, it was,” he says in a gruff voice. “Don’t act like you haven’t been waiting for this all goddamn day.”

I shiver, not only because he is right but because he feels right. Grabbing his jaw, I scratch my fingers against his scruff. “Take my clothes off,” I whisper against his lips.

He curls his right hand around the back of my neck and forces me to stare at him. With his left hand he begins to slip my underwear off from underneath my dress. Once my underwear is in the corner of the bathroom, he leans in and gives me a hard kiss.

One with something behind it. Five fingers dig into the side of my neck. “I can’t wait to get inside of you,” he whispers, reaching around to unzip my dress. He does with ease. Then he unclasps my bra and tosses it to the ground.

The hand that undressed me slides against the curve of my ass and then up to cup my breast. “Why is it I’m completely naked and you’re still fully dressed?”

“Because I want to look at you,” Weston whispers, his eyes rubbing me raw. My heart begins to thump wildly in my chest.

Grabbing the hem of his shirt I pull it quickly over his head. He lifts an eyebrow. “Antsy?”

I smile. “I’ve been waiting all goddamn day, remember?”

He narrows his eyes but catches my wrists as I try to grab his zipper. “I’ll give you what you want—as hard as you want—when you agree to go to my first game with me? Coach is letting me sit in the stands and watch. I want Maddox and you to come with me.”

Any voice I had gets stuck in my throat. He wants Maddox and me to come? An overwhelming feeling passes over me that I can’t pinpoint. It’s okay to go to the game. Maddox will love to see the game. I slowly nod.

Weston steps forward, grabs my face and kisses me fiercely. I work on his jeans while he explores my mouth with his own. When we get his boxers off he grabs me underneath my legs and carries me into the shower.

I’m wrapped in a wall of muscle. I ache everywhere for him. “I can’t wait to bury myself in you again,” he whispers against my cheek. Instead of letting me down he braces me against the wall and I wrap my legs around his waist.

His cock presses against my pussy and my vision blurs. I want—need—him right fucking now. I grind downward and feel his length slide against me. “You better fucking stop,” he growls in my ear. “Or I’m not going to fucking last.”

I grind down harder but he grabs my neck and keeps me still. “Roxanne,” he warns but I grind down again. Then he stills. “Wait I need to get a condom.”

“On the pill. Please—now—fuck me. Now,” I whisper into his ear.

He groans, and then he is inside of me. Every delicious inch of his cock inside of me. “Holy fuck,” he yells, grabbing the back of my hair and pulling on it gently. “So goddamn tight,” he eases forward, stretching me to his width. “Oh fuck,” he nips at my jaw. “You feel so good. So fucking good,” he groans.

Settling his hands on my hips, he presses his forehead against my own. “I’m going to make you come on my dick,” he whispers, while water pours down on both of us. The warmth only adds to the excitement. He eases into me again and then out. I cry out and he covers my cry with a kiss. “That’s it, baby. Let me make you feel good.”

All I needed to hear was the rough edge to his voice and I soar over the edge, gripping at his shoulders and riding his dick. “Come on Daddy’s dick,” he whispers, grinding into me harder.

He pumps into me, stretching me wide and pounding me into oblivion. “Nobody else,” he finally blurts out. My body shivers from the direct command in his voice. “I want you to fuck nobody else,” he whispers against my ear. “Do you understand?”
Oh, I understand. He’s marking me. Branding me from anyone else. “Say it,” he grinds harder into me.