WMIS 03 Play With Me (12 page)

“What
happened then?”

“I
got shuffled around. Ten foster homes in four years.”

“And
then you found a family to stay with until you turned eighteen?” he asks.

“No,
then I got cut loose. The system couldn’t afford me anymore.”

“You
were on your own at sixteen years old?” he asks, shocked and angry.

“I
had Leo. He had already come to Seattle to go to school, so I followed him and
stayed with him. He made me get a job, finish school, enroll in college. He’s
really like a brother to me.”

“How
did you meet him?” Will’s voice is softer, but he still doesn’t sound happy.

“The
first foster home. He was there too. We had music in common. He taught me to
play the guitar, and he had a job, so he got me a cell phone so I could stay in
contact with him.”

“I’m
glad you had him,” he mutters.  “Why do you even still talk to your mother?”

“I
send her money every month.”
Damn it. I hadn’t meant to say that.

“What?!”
Now he’s really, really angry. “Why the fuck do you send her money?”

“Because
I feel guilty.” I look down at my hands and feel ashamed. “Because she would
probably starve without it.”

“She
would have let
you
starve, Megan.”

“I
don’t need the money. She does.” I shrug. “And if I send her money and keep her
in Montana, maybe she won’t ever come here to ask me for anything.”

The
last part is a whisper. I’ve never told anyone this before. Not ever.

We
pull into Will’s drive.

“What’s
the code?” he asks me with a smile.

“051877,”
I respond and he nods happily, inputs the code and drives us to the house and
into the garage.

We
climb out of the car and he leads me into the house. The garage enters into a
mud room, and then into a gorgeous kitchen. It’s open to a dining space and
family living area, with floor-to-ceiling windows covering one whole wall,
showing off the Sound.

“I
really love this space,” I murmur and walk over to the windows, taking in the
view. It’s dark out. Lights twinkle from homes and businesses on the island
across the water.

“I
really love having you in this space.”

Will’s
voice is soft. He’s standing a few feet behind me. I see his reflection in the
dark window. His hands are in fists at his sides, and he’s breathing quickly.

His
eyes are running up and down my back. I slip the shrug off my shoulders and let
it fall to the floor. The red sundress has spaghetti straps and flows down
around my hips to my mid-thigh. His gaze meets mine in the glass and then he
closes his eyes tightly and exhales roughly.

“Will?”
I ask as I turn around to look at him.
God, he’s so gorgeous.
He’s
wearing a gray button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up his forearms. He’s
in black jeans, and he already took his shoes off, so he’s just in black socks.

His
blue eyes are hot on mine.

“Yes,
sweetheart?”

“Is
this date over?” I ask.

“I
believe so, yes.”

“Thank
God.”

Chapter Nine

I
jump into Will’s arms, wrap my arms around his neck, thrust my fingers into his
hair and kiss him like I’m dying. He grips onto my ass as my legs circle his
waist and groans.

“Let’s
do this right here, on the kitchen counter,” I mumble and kiss his neck. He
chuckles and carries me up the stairs toward his room.

“No
way. My bed first, kitchen later.”

“Okay,”
I agree. I lean back, completely confident that he won’t drop me and unbutton
his shirt. He sets me on my feet at the edge of the bed, turns on a sidelight
and grabs the hem of my dress and pulls it over my head in one swift move.

I
immediately reach for his shirt but he backs out of my grasp.

“Come
here, I want you naked.”

“Let
me look at you,” he murmurs, bringing me to a stop.

“No,
you’ve seen me. Let me see you, babe. Seriously, I’m gonna die if you don’t get
naked like thirty seconds ago.”

His
eyes burn over my body as he quickly shucks off his jeans and shirt, leaving
just his tight, white, short boxer briefs.

I
allow myself the luxury of standing and staring at him. Dear God, he’s
physically perfect. The muscles in his arms, chest, abs and legs are defined.
He’s sporting that sexy V down his hips, disappearing into those sexy as fuck
underwear. His body is so well taken care of, it’s almost intimidating.

“So
this is what you do when you’re off training every day.” I realize I must have
said that out loud when Will smirks. “You’re just… wow.”

And
cue the self-consciousness. I’m not too fat, not too thin, I’m just an average
girl. I’m not terribly toned. I don’t run. I work a demanding job that keeps me
on the go, so I don’t work out often.

I
start to cover myself, but Will quickly lifts me in his arms and gently lays me
down on his bed, covering me with his large, hard body.

“No
covering up this amazing body, sweetheart.”

I
smirk and try to look away but he grips my chin and forces me to look him in
the eye. “You. Are. Amazing. Meg, I love a woman who looks like a woman. I
don’t want to be worried that I’ll snap you in half, and when I lay on your
stomach, I don’t want your ribs poking me in the face.”

He
braces himself on his elbows at the side of my head, buries his fingers in my
hair and kisses the dimple in my cheek and then down to my neck.

“You
smell good. Like fresh air.” His lips travel down my neck to my collar bones and
then down my sternum. I brush my hands over his arms and shoulders, up through
his soft hair, and then down his shoulders again.

“Will…”

“Shh.
Let me enjoy you.”

“You’ve
already enjoyed me. It’s my turn,” I whine and he smiles against my stomach.

“You’ll
get a turn, trust me, babe. But first I want to kiss this delicious body all
over.”

I
wiggle beneath him, impatient.

“We’ve
waited long enough. Can’t we fuck fast first and then make love after?”

He
moves up me quickly, lowers onto me so I’m cradling his pelvis in my own. His
eyes are on fire and he’s panting.

“We
aren’t going to fuck, Meg. Even when it’s hard and fast or a little rough or a
lot dirty, I’m not fucking you. In the kitchen, in the bedroom, on my car, or
any damn where I want to take you, will not be fucking. Fucking is for
strangers or people who don’t give a shit about each other.” He circles his
hips, pushing his erection against me, and I bite my lip to stifle a moan.

“Okay,”
I whisper and close my eyes.

“Open
your eyes.” I comply. “You’re not a fast fuck for me. Do you understand what
I’m saying?”

“I
think so.”

“We
haven’t spent all this time together, getting to know each other, driving each
other crazy, to have a quick fuck and go our separate ways. You need to
understand, Megan, once I make love to you, you’re mine.”

I
feel my eyes go wide and jaw drop and I can just stare up at him in shock. Did
he just say that?

And
why doesn’t it scare the living hell out of me?

He’s
looking at me, waiting for a reaction, and suddenly, I feel… happy. This is who
I want. This is where I’m supposed to be.

“Say
something, darlin’, ‘cause I’m dying here.”

I
run my fingers through his hair and cup his face in my hands, drawing him down
to me so I can kiss his lips gently. I brush over them once, twice, my eyes
never leaving his.

“You
are
so
mine.” I whisper and watch with satisfaction as his eyes dilate
and the breath he’s holding escapes him.

“You
bet your sweet ass I am,” he growls and takes my mouth again, harder this time,
as though he’s branding me. He moves down my body again, paying close attention
to each breast, down my stomach and then abruptly flips me over.

“Hey!
I can’t see you from here.”

“This
is an angle I haven’t explored before.” I hear the smile in his voice. “I see
the dimple in your cheek isn’t the only dimple you have, babe.”

“It’s
impolite to mention my cellulite the first time we have sex, Will. You haven’t
even been inside me yet.”

He
slaps my ass firmly, making me yelp.

“Hey!”

“There
is no cellulite back here. But you do have the cutest dimples right above your
ass.” He kisses and then nibbles each of them, making me raise my ass in the
air. “You have the sweetest rear-end.” He kisses each cheek, and the next thing
I know, he’s parted my cheeks, spreading my labia open, and his mouth is on me.

“Holy
shit!” His large hands pin my hips to the bed and his mouth is going to town on
me, sucking, lapping, nibbling, and when he sucks my clit and my metal into his
mouth, I come unglued, pushing my pussy against his mouth and screaming into the
pillow, my muscles pulsing.

Finally,
he loosens his grip and I flip myself over beneath him, brush my hair off my
face, and before I can say anything, he lifts my hips and puts his mouth on me
again, harder this time, rhythmically pushing his tongue in and out of me while
his nose pushes on my piercing.

It’s
too much.

“I
can’t,” I murmur but he only grunts against me and speeds the movements of his
amazing tongue.

“Will,
damn it, I can’t.” He pulls his face away from me and replaces his mouth with
fingers, two of them, slowly working my vagina, spreading the wetness around my
lips and clit.

“Yes,
you can. I need to get you good and ready, babe, so I don’t hurt you.”

“You
won’t hurt me.”

“If
you’re not ready, I will.”

“I’m
fucking ready already!” I yell in frustration and he laughs.

“Almost.
God, you’re so tight, honey.”

I
look down at him, down his body that is now tense with lust and need, and see
his large erection straining against his shorts.

“Take
your underwear off.”

His
eyes narrow on me.

“Please.”
I offer him a sweet smile.

His
hand leaves me long enough to pull the shorts off, and he’s kneeling in front
of me, completely naked.

Holy
hell this man is gorgeous!

Seriously
gorgeous.

“I
love this,” he whispers as he brushes his finger across my metal, making me
squirm.

“I’m
glad.”

“It’s
fucking sexy.” He leans down and swipes his tongue over it twice and just like
that, I wrap his hair in my fingers and come against him.

Just
as I am able to open my eyes again, Will climbs up my body, and nestles his long,
hard cock against my center, and leans in and kisses me.

“Mmm,”
I moan and wrap my arms around him, keeping him close to me. “You feel so
good.”

“Meg,
open your eyes,” he whispers as he moves his hips in just that way that slides
the head of his cock against my clit.

His
deep blue eyes stare down into mine as he rears back and braces the impressive
head of his cock against my lips.

“Are
you sure?” he whispers.

“Will,
in me. Now.”

He
smiles softly and pushes inside me, oh so slowly.

Sweet
Jesus, he’s so big. Maybe this isn’t going to work. There’s no way I can take
all of him.

My
eyes widen, but he kisses me softly. “It’s okay. We’ll take it slow and easy.”

His
hips retreat, and then he pushes in again, a bit farther this time.

“Just
relax. I won’t hurt you.” He kisses my cheek and my neck, and then kisses my
lips again as his hips find a long, slow rhythm. He ever so gently slides out
and then in, going deeper and deeper each time until finally he’s all the way
inside me, and he stops and gazes down at me.

“You
feel so fucking good,” he whispers.

“You
can move,” I whisper back. I love how quiet the room is, as though we’re
writing our own song.

“I
just love feeling you wrapped around me. I’ve never felt anything like you.” He
barely moves his hips, but it grinds his pubic bone against the metal above my
clit and I gasp.

“Piercing?”
he asks.

“Yeah,
it hits my clit when you move your hips like that.”

“Good
to know,” he mutters with a smug grin.

I
rotate my hips and clench around him, wanting desperately for him to move.

“Ah,
hell, don’t do that.”

I
smile and do it again.