Play With Me (Playing For Keeps Book 2)

GARRETT

“Jennie—”

“No, I changed my mind.” She tosses her braid over her shoulder—it’s tied off with an emerald velvet ribbon today, cute as fuck—and struts away, leaving me staring after her ass while I follow her into the elevator.

“Like fuck you did.”

“Well, believe it, buddy.” She hammers 21 three times and pins her arms across her chest. “You’re in the penalty box tonight.”

Jennie’s so funny and sassy, I don’t know what to do with her sometimes. She likes to play this game, pretend she’s mad at me, drag it out until one of us is begging. She likes both outcomes, and so the fuck do I.

Why is she pretending to be mad at me right now? We went through the Starbucks drive-thru and they didn’t have any ginger molasses cookies. They offered her an oatmeal raisin quinoa cookie and I was afraid she was going to leap through the window. I think the barista was too.

It’s not my fault, but for the sake of getting us both riled up, she’s pretending it is.

“You’re being a brat.”

“I’m not being one, Garrett. I am one.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.” The doors pop open and I scoop her bag up before stalking ahead of her. “Bigger brat than all three of my sisters combined.”

Jennie gasps, hand pressed to her throat. I’m gonna squeeze that later.

“Keep your mouth open like that and I’ll shove my cock down your throat, sunshine.”

There’s that sparkle, right there in those electric violet-blue eyes. “You wouldn’t.”

I prowl toward her, excitement stirring as she backs herself into her apartment and right against the wall. “Oh, I would.”

She licks her lips, watching me pull my bloodstained hoodie over my head. “No,” she murmurs, slinging her arms around my neck, fingers creeping into my hair as she kisses my jaw. “You’re just my sweet, gentle giant. That’s why everyone calls you Gare-Bear.”

With a snarl, I sink my hand into the base of her braid, fisting it tightly. I press her chest to the wall and her ass juts, grinding against my cock. Dipping beneath her top, my fingertips dance over her stomach, feeling her muscles jump. I open my mouth on her neck, and her head drops over my shoulder with a moan.

I skim the waistband of her leggings. “You want me to touch you?” My lips glide over her skin. “Taste you?” I drag the tip of one finger up the seam of her legs. “Fuck you?”

“God, yes.”

“Beg for it.”

“Garrett,” she whimpers, trembling.

“Yeah,” I murmur. “That’s a good fucking start.”

She whirls around, hands on my chest as she pushes me into the wall. She kicks off her shoes, rips her shirt over her head, and yanks her leggings down. I follow suit, until we’re left in nothing but our underwear.

Jennie holds me to the wall with her palm on my collarbone, free hand gliding down my torso. Sneaking below the band of my boxers, she wraps her fist around my cock. I hiss at the surge of pleasure, and a triumphant grin ignites across her face.

“I don’t beg,” Jennie whispers against my lips. “You do.” She releases my cock, pats my stomach, and…walks away.

I sure don’t mind the view, all black lace and long, golden limbs. I let her get halfway down the hall before I ditch my boxers, eat the distance between us, and cage her in against the wall, my chest against her back.

“Not today, sunshine. Today I want you on your knees.”

I dip my hand into her panties and bury my groan in her neck at what’s waiting for me.

“Jesus, Jennie. You’re fucking drenched.”

“Thinking about mounting Indiana Bones,” she chokes out, gasping as I sink one finger inside her. “He always fucks me so good.”

I pump my finger at a pace I know drives her wild, waiting until she’s arching into my palm, writhing below me. “Take it back.”

“So big,” she rasps, hips rocking. “So good.”

That emerald ribbon is taunting me with feigned innocence, so I wind one end around my middle finger and tug. Her silky hair frees itself from the braid, cascading down her back, and the scent of vanilla and cinnamon encases me, suffocating me in the best way.

Her thick waves slip through my fingers. “So fucking gorgeous.”

She hits me with a cheeky smirk over her shoulder, dimples pulled in. “I know.”

She thinks she’s won.

Slowly, I remove my finger, taking great pleasure in her falling smile, eyes storming as she spins around.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Tasting.”

Her gaze ignites as she watches my finger disappear inside my mouth. She takes a small step forward, reaching for me. I circle her wrists, stopping her. Her body hums with anticipation when I wind the ribbon around her wrists, finishing with a bow.

Taking her chin between my thumb and index finger, I bring her gaze to mine. The eagerness that swims there, the trust, the love, it shatters me. I love her so much, but it’s not going to stop my next words.

“Get on your knees.”

Her eyes gleam as she licks her lips. “Make me.”

I stride forward, staring down at her. She holds my gaze and matches each one of my steps with her own backward, until we’re beside her bed. Wide, blue eyes peer up at me, waiting for instruction but ready to fight it too.

She’s not going to fight it, though.

“Get on your fucking knees,” I repeat lowly, and she falls to them without another protest. “Good fucking girl.”

This endearing mixture of sassy, take-no-shit confidence, sweet innocence, and her desire for praise is what makes things so explosive between us, the way we can switch off, both take control and wield it as we please, always giving and getting what we need.

That and she just makes everything better. I was whole without her but unbalanced, like things weren’t quite right, everything slightly off center. With her, everything is brighter and clearer, stoking the passion that vibrates so intensely between us.

I brush my thumb over her bottom lip. “This mouth gets you into a lot of trouble, huh?”

“You call it trouble; I call it fun.”

“The best fucking fun. Now open your mouth, sunshine.”

My fingers plow through her hair as I sink inside her hot, wet mouth. She takes me eagerly, moaning greedily around me.

“Fuck.” Holding her in place, I pull back, then thrust forward.

Her bound wrists lift, and she cups my balls, massaging them gently. My cock hits the back of her throat, over and over, and Jennie starts writhing, rocking, searching for friction. Her hands fall and a satisfied moan vibrates around me as she dips into her panties and works that pink bud at the cleft of her thighs. Her eyes roll toward the ceiling and her throat opens as she takes me farther, like she’s trying to swallow me.

“Jesus, Jennie. Fuck. Just like that.”

I’m gonna come, and I can tell by the desperation in her eyes, the way she’s grinding down on her hand, the garbled sounds my cock muffles, that she is too.

But she’s supposed to be begging.

I yank her hands off herself, holding onto that green ribbon, and she cries out, looking damn near on the verge of tears as I thrust forward once more, spilling down her throat.

“You’re a—”

“On the bed,” I direct gruffly, winding an arm around her and tossing her exactly there. Her chest heaves, swollen lips parted as I fist my cock. “Open your legs.”

She doesn’t hesitate, feet flat on the mattress, showing me her soaked panties, the wetness coating the inside of her thighs. I lie between her legs, and she shudders as my mouth follows the slick line up her thighs, tasting, savoring.

“Garrett,” she pleads, squirming as I shift her lace out of the way just a touch, nibbling, licking. “Take them off.”

“Why?”

“Lick me,” she begs. “Please.”

“I can lick you just fine with them on.” My tongue does one languid pass up the center of her panties, pulling a full-body tremble from her. “Do you want to feel my tongue?”

“God, yes.”

I trail the tip of my finger up her seam, ghosting over her clit. “Ask nicely.”

Her eyes blaze with her unwillingness to back down, so I flick my tongue over that needy, lace-covered clit, and watch how fast she folds.

“Oh fuck. Please, Garrett. Please.”

Hooking a finger in the crotch of her panties, I inch them down. She smells like paradise, a wildly intoxicating mix of earthy and sweet. If this were my last night on earth, I’d happily spend it buried between her thighs, devouring every last bit of her. She’d be my last meal, and I’d die a happy man.

“Please what?”

She throws her head back with a growl. “For fuck’s sake, Garrett, bury your face between my goddamn legs and make me scream your name before I cry, please.”

I smother my chuckle against her thigh. “You’re not being very nice right now. So these…” Lifting her wrists, I hook the ribbon onto the iron bed rail. “Go here. No touching.” She arches into me as I pull one taut nipple between my teeth. “Got it, sunshine?”

She whimpers as I discard her panties, cupping her pussy in my hand.

“Use your words, Jennie. You didn’t seem to have a problem with it thirty seconds ago.”

“Yes.” The single syllable is muddled and messy, thick with frustration, desire.

My mouth slides over the swell of her tits, loving on each rosy nipple before continuing my path down, watching as her stomach flexes.

I pause, peering at the ring that peeks up at me from her belly button. It’s new, silver, with a tiny turquoise gem up top, a bigger one down below. I don’t know how I didn’t notice this earlier, but my best guess would be I was too preoccupied to notice much of anything other than the way her eyes were fixed on mine while she had a mouthful of my cock.

“You got a new belly button ring. I like it.”

Jennie grins, lashes fluttering. “I thought you would. It’s the same color as your eyes.”

I groan, covering her body with the weight of mine before I sear her with a kiss. “You’re the fucking best.”

I reach over, slapping at the bedside table until I find the knob on the drawer. Inside, I pull out the first thing I find. It’s small and black and mighty as fuck. We haven’t used it together, but I’ve jerked it to her using it on FaceTime. If she amps it all the way up to ten, she can come in two minutes.

I drop it beside her and start my path back down her body, tugging that belly ring between my teeth, sucking on her hip bone, nibbling the inside of her thigh until she’s whimpering, begging, barely breathing.

“Garrett,” she cries when I lick a leisurely stroke up her swollen, glistening slit. She struggles against the bed rail, feet pressing into the mattress as she lifts, pushing herself closer. When I suck her clit into my mouth, her head falls back with a sharp gasp.

“I fucking love this pussy.” Hooking my arms around her thighs, I yank her closer. “Tastes like fucking bliss.”

She’s already close, shaking, toes curling, and when I plunge two fingers inside her, she cries out. I’m obsessed with her, the way she’s addicted to watching me get her off, like the sight itself is enough to take her there. Just looking at her as she slowly unravels is enough to take me there. As I pump my fingers, tongue flicking over her bud, I revel in the way she feels when she comes, clamping around me and calling my name.

Without missing a beat, I grab the tiny toy, power it to 50 percent, and suction it over her clit, fingers still thrusting.

“Holy shhh—” Her words dissolve, a jagged inhale piercing the air when I kick the power straight up to ten. “Oh my God. Oh my God, yes. Holy fucking—” Her head rolls, as do her eyes, fixed on the ceiling as her fingers curl around the bed rail. “F-f-f-fuuuck. I-I…” Her head lolls forward, wide eyes landing on me as she pants. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna…”

“Come.” I curl my fingers, and a fiery red heat crawls up her neck, painting her cheeks when I hit that spot she loves. Her hips buck as she comes a second time, leaving my hand drenched.

I unhook her from the rail, sling her bound wrists around my neck, position her over my lap, and promptly drop her on my rock-hard cock before I combust.

“Jesus Christ,” I hiss as she buries her scream in my shoulder.

I grip her waist, lifting her off me before I drop her again and again, burying myself to the hilt, my fingernails biting into her skin as she rakes hers up my back. She yanks at the hair at the nape of my neck as she arches away from me, perfect tits bouncing in my face, and I lean forward, sucking her into my mouth.

I want to be deeper, until she can feel me again in her fucking throat. I want to memorize the way she feels around me, like we were always made to fit together, the final two pieces of a puzzle.

Pulling her off me, I tug the ribbon free. She wastes no time cupping my face in her hands, slamming her mouth to mine. When she pulls away, I flip her onto her hands and knees, swiftly painting her heart-shaped ass with my handprint.

“Mine,” I tell her, pressing my lips to the bright red mark.

She wanted caveman; caveman is exactly what she’s getting.

She fists the sheets as I sink back inside her. “Yours.”

“Fuck, Jennie.” I grip her hips and piston forward. “Sometimes I just wanna fucking…destroy you. Fuck you until you feel weightless, like you’re floating and you can’t feel anything else. Fuck you so hard you can feel me even when I’m gone.” I haul her up to me, back pressed to my chest as I hold onto her throat. “You’re perfection, flawless, and all I wanna do is mark you with reminders that you’re mine and I’m yours, that we belong to each other.”

Jennie squeezes around me, breath husky and fractured as she reaches back, her hand on the side of my neck as we ride together.

Releasing her throat, I drag her hand between her legs. Pressing her fingers to her clit, I move our hands together in a circle, making her rub herself as my orgasm starts barreling down my spine. My balls tighten, and when Jennie whimpers my name once, then twice, I clutch her hips and thrust forward as hard as I can, over and over, until we tumble over the edge of the cliff together, free-falling into the sky.

Breathless, I collapse onto my back, draping Jennie overtop of me, limp and lifeless, gasping for air. I clap a hand to her ass and kiss her lips.

“I love you,” we say at the same time, followed by a laugh.

“Christ, I’m tired.” I drag a hand through my damp hair. “You’re wild.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you, sunshine. You got me all riled up on purpose.”

“Starbucks didn’t have my ginger molasses cookie. They offered me raisins and quinoa, Garrett.”

My stomach grumbles, reminding me I skipped out on dinner so I could pick up Jennie early. “Chinese food,” I murmur as seductively as I can manage, lips skimming her jaw.

Jennie laughs. “Let me clean myself up and get a menu.”

I follow her to the bathroom, where we decide a quick shower would be best, and I spend 99 percent of it kissing her under the steady stream. While she retrieves the menu from the kitchen, I wipe down the toy and tuck it back in its home.

A shiny gem catches my eye, and I pull out the small, pink glass plug it’s attached to. When Jennie strolls back into the bedroom, I give her a questioning look, brows raised. She likes adventure, and I like to be adventurous with her.

“Absolutely not, Garrett.”

I cock my head, pouting.

She rolls her eyes and sighs. “Fine, maybe one day.”

“It’s a fucking maybe, ladies and gentlemen!” I slam the drawer, dive-bomb the bed, hugging her to me as she giggles, and I snuggle in as we read the menu together.

We eat in bed when the food gets here, and then we have one round of soft and sweet before she wraps herself around me like a koala, settling in for the night.

Without my permission, my mind wanders to Carter. Beyond being my captain, he’s one of my best friends. He took me in the moment I stepped off that plane all those years ago, when I had nobody. He invited me into his home, his life beyond hockey, and he did it without a second thought.

It was fun at first, the secrecy, the sneaking around, when the plan was always for this to be temporary. But now, as I stare down at her face, noting the way every tiny line has faded with the peace sleep brings her, I know Jennie’s someone I’m not willing to live without.

The longer we hide this from Carter, the worse the outcome will be. The lies are getting harder to swallow, making my stomach churn and ache as my feelings for Jennie only grow impossibly deeper.

Beyond that, I’m tired of not being able to talk about her like she isn’t the very best and brightest thing in my world. I’m tired of the short-lived moments, the lingering glances across crowded rooms, the forced distance and detachment.

Spending time with Jennie is like a Sunday you don’t want to ever end. Every moment leading up to it is perfect, a weekend that goes by way too fast. Sunday comes sooner than you want it to, and you hold on to every fleeting moment, every single minute, not ready to put it down, to say good-bye. You think if you just don’t close your eyes, you won’t have to.

But then nighttime comes along, the good-bye inevitable, and you wake up on Monday morning alone, ready to start another tedious week. You tuck your weekend away and become the person you don’t really want to be, pretending you aren’t managing to get by without the person who matters most, the one that makes everything easier, just waiting for the weekend all over again, when you can finally be together.

I don’t want to wait anymore, and I’m tired of hiding.