With Me in Seattle Bundle One (103 page)

“Hey! I wasn’t done!”

“Meg”—Jules peers over at me—“my brothers don’t want to know that you have your clit pierced.”

I hear Will yelling on the phone, even over the girls’ gasps, and then Caleb pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “Yes, she told.”

Matt glances at me in the rearview, and I shrug. “What?”

He laughs and shakes his head. “Nothing.”

“Hey, it makes things interesting.”

We pull up to Nat’s house, and Luke comes out to gather his girl. He smiles sweetly at her as he lifts her out of the van.

“Welcome home, baby.”

“Hi, handsome.” She cups his face in her hands and kisses him deeply as he carries her inside and waves back at us.

“Orgasms,” Brynna sighs and sits back in her seat.

Next stop is Nat and Jules’ old house, where Brynna and her girls have been living for the past few months. Brynna steps out of the van but stumbles, and Caleb easily lifts her in his arms and smiles down at her as she wraps her arms around his neck.

“You don’t have to carry me,” she murmurs to him as he walks to her front door.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he mumbles back, and I sigh.

Gosh, he’s sweet. All the guys are so sweet.

“I like sweet guys,” I announce.

“Why?” Jules asks.

“I dunno.” I frown and think about it. “They taste good.”

Sam nods in agreement. “They do. But they taste good when they’re naughty, too.”

“Oh yeah.” I remember. “Okay. I like sweet, naughty guys.”

Caleb climbs back in, and we take Sam home.

“You okay?” Matt asks her as she climbs out of the van.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I have to go call Brandon.”

“Who’s Brandon?” Jules asks.

“Fuck buddy. I need to be spanked. ’Night all!”

And with that she disappears into her downtown apartment building.

“Attagirl!” I yell at her. “You go get some.”

Jules smirks and looks over at me. “I’m so glad we did this.”

“So fun,” I agree.

“We’ll do it again when you get married.”

I frown at her and shake my head. “Not getting married.”

“Why?”

“Will will leave me before that.” I shrug and sigh. “But I’ll enjoy him for now.”

I look up to find Caleb and Jules both scowling at me, and Matt eyeing me again in the mirror.

“What?”

“Why would he leave you?” Caleb asks quietly.

“They always leave.”

“Who?” Matt asks.

“People I love.” I sigh again and look at Jules, who is watching me with understanding eyes. She and Nat are the only ones who really know. “I can’t tell him, Jules. If I tell him I love him, he’ll go.”

“No, he won’t, sweetie.” She squeezes my hand and then grins. “He’ll fuck the shit out of you.”

“No, he won’t.” I shake my head. “He says he never fucks me. Even when he fucks me.”

“What does that mean?” she asks with a frown as the guys up front share a glance.

“I dunno.” We pull up to Jules’ building. “Go get your apagasms.”

“Okay.” She smiles widely at the tall, devastatingly handsome man walking out to the curb to claim her. “See you Saturday.”

Nate lifts her in his arms and waves at us before carrying her back inside out of the cold. They’re so pretty together. Their babies will be knockouts.

I snort.

Knockouts. Nate used to fight. Why this is so funny to me, I’m not sure, other than it’s still the alcohol talking.

I must fall asleep, because suddenly the van door opens again, and Will leans in, smiling gently at me. “Hey, lazy girl. Let’s get you inside.”

He lifts me easily out of the van, and I wrap myself around him, so happy to be cradled in his strong arms.

“Thanks, guys. Have a good night.”

“No problem, man. Good luck with her.”

My eyes are closed, but I can hear Caleb’s grin.

“Good night, boys. Go find some orgasms,” I instruct them and can’t help but smile at their laughter.

I love these guys.

Will carries me inside and sets me on the kitchen counter. I brace my hands on the edge of the dark granite and dangle my feet, watching him move about, pouring a glass of water and grabbing pills out of a drawer.

“Here, take these and drink the whole glass, and you won’t be hungover tomorrow.”

“Did you win tonight?” I ask and do as I’m told.

“Yes.” His eyes are happy as he watches me follow his directions. When the glass is empty, I wipe my mouth with my arm and lick my lips.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” He puts the glass in the sink and then stands between my legs, his arms wrapped around my ass, and nose even with mine.

“Did you get tackled a lot?” I ask with a frown.

“No, not much,” he responds with a soft smile.

“I don’t like it when you get bagged.”

“That’s sacked, sweetheart.” He chuckles. “I’m fine.”

“You’re so tall.”

He just smiles at me. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Nah, I’m just a normal girl. Your groupies are beautiful.”

“They’re not my groupies. And they’re not beautiful. You are. I love your hazel eyes and soft auburn hair. I love your soft skin.” He wraps his arms tightly around me and nuzzles my nose with his. “I love you, Megan.”

I sigh and wrap myself around him, legs around his hips, arms around his neck, and bury my face in his neck. He lifts me and carries me upstairs like this, and helps me out of my clothes, then tucks me into the bed.

He’s standing at the side of the bed, looking down at me with humor and love. I hold my arms out. “Come to bed.”

He strips down, and I’m reminded of that first night in my town house when he took me home from the engagement party. Look how far we’ve come since then.

He slips in behind me and pulls me to him, wrapping his arms around my middle. My eyes are heavy from the alcohol and the dancing.

“Sleep,” Will whispers to me.

“But I wanted orgasms,” I whisper back.

Will chuckles softly and brushes my hair back off my face. “I’ll give you lots of orgasms tomorrow.”

“Okay.” I sigh and link my fingers with his. “Love you, too,” I whisper.

***

I wake to sunshine and the smell of bacon.

Oh sweet God, bacon. I lie in the bed, flat on my back, and take stock. Stomach isn’t rolling. Room isn’t spinning. Head doesn’t hurt.

I sit up and run through the same list. All systems are go. And the bacon is making my mouth water.

I love Monday mornings. Will usually has the day off, which means I get to spend the morning with him.

I hurry to the shower and scrub last night off my body. Face, hair and body are all buffed and washed until I’m squeaky clean and feeling ten times better. I brush the hell out of my teeth, comb my wet hair, pull on one of Will’s old jerseys and his boxer-briefs and go hunt him down.

He’s in the kitchen, adding fruit to two small bowls. He’s also made pancakes, and he looks delicious himself in faded, torn blue jeans and an old black T-shirt. The arms of the shirt hug the muscles in his biceps, and I can’t stop myself from walking over and kissing him there, just below the hemline.

“Good morning,” I murmur.

“Good morning.” He smiles down at me and kisses me chastely. “How do you feel?”

“Better than I expected to.”

“No hangover?”

“No. I feel good. The shower helped, too.”

“Good.” He hands me the fruit bowls, grabs the plates and leads me to the dining table, where he’s set up coffee and juice.

“This is fantastic. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

We dig in and, oh my God, it tastes like heaven.

“I had no idea you could cook.”

He laughs and shrugs. “I really can’t. Breakfast is all you’ll really get out of me.”

“Mmm.” I take another bite of pancakes. “Really good.”

“You were hungry,” he remarks with a smile.

“Yeah. We didn’t eat much last night.”

“I figured as much. Do you remember much of it?”

I wrinkle my forehead and think back. “I remember dancing and laughing and drinking a whole lot.”

“Do you remember the ride home?” His eyes are dancing with humor.

“I think I talked to you on the phone.”

“You did.”

“And we were all talking about orgasms. I didn’t get any, did I?”

He shakes his head and laughs. “Uh, no. You passed out on me.”

“Typical.” I shrug. “It was a lot of fun.”

“Good. You deserved it.”

“I guess work won’t suck too badly today.”

“You have to work today?” he asks with raised brows.

I finish my meal and sit back, juice in hand. “Yeah. Some of the others are on vacation, and I couldn’t rearrange the schedule.” I shrug again. “It’s okay. I work tonight through Thursday and then I’m off until next Tuesday.”

“Four nights this week?” Will asks as he clears the table. I stand to help him, but he waves me off. “I’ve got this. Just relax.”

“Yeah, I picked up an extra shift.” I don’t tell him it’s because I could use the extra money to replace my car. “So, before our drunken stupor last night, Jules offered to help me get ready for the ball on Saturday. She has a dress for me to borrow and everything, so that’ll be fun. I think Nat and Sam are going to come, too.”

“That’ll be fun. I’m sure you’ll look beautiful.” He smiles at me, but I feel like something’s wrong.

“What is it?”

“What?”

“Something’s wrong.” I stand and cross to him.

He leans his ass against the countertop, and I lean against him, wrapping my arms around his waist, looking up into his handsome face. He frowns and tightens his lips.

“I was hoping to spend the day with you today. I was gone for three days, and I missed you.”

I raise myself on tiptoe and kiss his lips softly, pulling on his lower lip with my teeth. “I missed you, too, football star.”

His hands slide from my thighs over my ass, under his jersey and up my back. “You feel so good.”

I raise my arms, and he tugs the jersey over my head and throws it on the floor. I pull the hem of his shirt up, and he helps me slip it over his head, and I can’t help but step back and take in the muscled perfection before me. God, all that hard work pays off.

“You are so fucking hot,” I whisper, my eyes roaming over his torso. I yank at the buttons on his jeans and strip him out of those, too, and run my fingernails up his legs to his hips and trace the V there.

“You make me crazy,” he murmurs as I take his erection in my hand and smile sweetly up at him.

“I do?”

“You know you do.”

“I know you make
me
crazy.” I kneel and trace the rim of the tip of his cock with my tongue and smile when he sucks air in through his teeth. “I know I love your hard body.”

I sink down onto him and grip his cock tightly with my lips and suck, all the way over the tip and watch a little bead of moisture form there. I lick it off and then sink over him again. He weaves his fingers in my hair but doesn’t try to control my movements. Apparently, he just needs to touch me.

“I love watching your little pink mouth on my dick, babe.”

I moan and pull up, jacking him as I do, and cup his balls with my other hand. Before I can do anything more, he grips my shoulders and guides me to my feet and kisses me, deeply. His tongue dancing with mine, he pulls his shorts off me and lifts me onto the countertop.

“I remember being up here last night.”

He grins at me and kisses my neck and down to my breasts, holding on to my ass. He pays extra attention to each nipple, licking and yanking at them with his teeth, and one hand finds its way between my thighs.

“God, Will.” I moan.

He smiles against my breast and finds my center. “Fuck, you’re wet.”

“You’re sexy as hell, Will.” I lean back on my elbows and watch him kiss his way down my flat stomach, his fingers massaging my folds.

“Watch, Meg.” He looks up and pins me with his hot, blue stare, and then down at his fingers, playing me like a musical instrument.

I sigh deeply and moan. “God, that feels good.”

He sinks two fingers inside me and moves them, oh so slowly, in and out, stretching me just a little at a time.

“Will.”

“Yes, sweetheart.” He leans down and sucks on a nipple, pulling it with his lips, and I gasp.

“Need you, babe.”

“Where?”

“Inside me.”

He grins up at me, then watches his fingers again, and pushes his thumb against my metal, nearly sending me over the edge.

“Ah shit!”

“Let go, honey.”

And I do. Holy shit, the orgasm works through me, and I pulse and shudder against Will’s hand.

Suddenly, he lifts me off the countertop, spins me around so I’m leaning against the granite, warmed from my body heat, tugs my hips back and pushes himself inside me.

“Oh God,” he growls. “You’re so fucking tight.”

He eases all the way in and then starts to really move, pumping in and out of me, gripping my hips and ass in his huge hands until I think he’ll bruise me.

It feels fan-fucking-tastic.

“Spank me,” I tell him, looking over my shoulder to see his reaction.

His eyes widen and then narrow. “You want it rough?”

“Why not?” I ask him.

He gives me a naughty grin and smacks my ass, lightly at first, and grips my hair in his fist, pushing my face down to the smooth countertop.

“Is this okay?” he asks softly.

“Fuck yes.”

He smacks me again, harder this time, and I groan, loud.

“Again.”

He complies, just a little harder, and I feel the blood rush to my ass. His grip on my hair tightens and he leans back, bringing me up so he can kiss my neck, biting and sucking it hard as he slams into me, over and over, harder and harder.

I grip the edge of the counter and push back against him, feeling the rush building in me again.

“I’m gonna come.”

“Not until I tell you to,” he growls, and my brows climb into my hairline.

Holy shit.

That’s fucking hot.

“Please?” I ask.

“Not yet.” He spanks me once more, then pulls out, spins me around, and lifts me, sliding easily back inside me and pinning me against the fridge. There’s sweat on his forehead. His eyes are glacial and narrowed, and he’s panting as though he just ran seventy-five yards for a touchdown.