Game Saver - BJ Harvey Page 0,68
me back in the direction of the car. “Way to kill the moment, Spitfire.”
“I’m sure you’ll let me make it up to you, Carsen. You always do.”
“So what should I expect at this Christmas party then?” Abi asks as I sit on her bed in a tux, waiting for her to finish. She’s standing in her bathroom, her mouth wide open while she brushes on what must be her tenth coat of mascara. Okay, maybe a slight exaggeration.
Watching her, it strikes me how weird it is that women need their lips apart to keep their eyes open. It’s giving me an awesome mental picture though, remembering that sexy-as-fuck look she gets when she kneels down with her lips wrapped around my cock, taking me deep while those gorgeous brown eyes of hers look up at me . . .
“Cade?”
I snap out of my fantasy and meet her dancing eyes in the mirror.
“You’re imagining me doing something, aren’t you?” she asks, and my head jerks back.
“I’ve heard of women’s intuition, but that is just freaky.”
She shrugs. “I call it my superpower. Besides, it’s easy when you’re pitching a tent in your pants and you’ve got that same goofy grin on your face that you get when I’m giving you head.”
“See?” I say, standing up and making my way into the bathroom, fitting my body—and hard-on—to her back. “You must be a mind reader.”
“No, I’m just tele-pathetic,” she replies, pushing her ass back into me, causing a groan to rumble in my chest.
“Back to the question at hand . . .” Her eyes dance with amusement as my cock twitches at the mere mention of hands, my man brain taking it as if she’d said she was going to take me in hers. “What can I expect tonight?”
“Same crowd as the fundraiser, but with Christmas decorations, music, and faux holiday joy,” I say dryly.
“Right. The difference this time is I have more parent-buffers.”
“This coming from the original mother-buffer?” I ask with a quirked brow.
“There’s a lot to be said for buffering.” A wicked grin appears on her face, making me want to kiss it away. I reach around and grab hold of her chin, turning her mouth to mine. I lean forward and brush my lips against hers.
“What about if I buff you before we go?” I ask in that low, deep voice I know makes her wet.
“I’m game if you are,” she breathes, her eyes now half-mast and way-the-fuck turned on. Mission accomplished.
“Sorry, haven’t got time. We’ll have to take a rain check,” I announce, stepping back and spinning around on my heels before walking out of the room and to the kitchen, chuckling at her frustrated growl behind my back.
A few moments later, Abi appears in the living room dressed, primed, and ready for whatever the night will bring, Downing my drink, I make my way over to her, kissing her cheek—since she turned her lips away when I went in for the kill—and lacing my fingers with hers before leading her out the door and down to my parked car.
Thirty minutes later, we’re pulling into my ostentatious childhood home, waiting in line behind the queue of cars waiting for the valets.
“Woah,” she says when we pull up outside the front of the house, waving off the hired attendant and stopping my car in front of the four-car garage to the side of the house.
Turning off the engine, I turn in my seat towards her. “What’s whoa?”
“This house. It’s kind of crazy big.”
“And over the top?” I ask.
Her lips twitch. “That too.”
“Very different to mine, that’s for sure.”
“Let me guess—you probably went to an all-boys boarding school.”
I grin. “Co-ed actually.”
“Oh God. Those poor, innocent females.”
“I’ll have you know that there were a lot of them who weren’t so innocent. In fact, I owe those girls for corrupting me.”
She raises her eyebrow and studies me. “Like you could ever be corrupted.”
I burst out laughing. “I was virginal once.”
“Probably for a millisecond,” she mutters. “You are far too skilled not to have years, even decades of experience under your well-notched belt.”
My smirk must say it all because she just shakes her head at me. “Shall we get this party started?”
“Yeah, I think you need a drink and I need to find Cam and Callie to see what the plan of attack is for tonight.”
“Kiss for good luck?” she asks, puckering her lips in my direction.
Like I’m gonna ever say no to that. I lean in and—again—she gives me her cheek. “Abi,” I