Game Saver - BJ Harvey Page 0,8
be the expectation of naked gratitude. I’ve gotta get something out of this.”
I thrust my hips against her as my answer, and a breathy sigh escapes her lips.
“Why are you being forced?”
I drop my lips to the valley between her breasts and place a gentle kiss there. “Because my father is running for mayor, and his family is expected to be at his side.”
“I’d be like the mother buffer, then?” she asks, her voice sounding breathy as I drag my mouth up her chest to her neck and in turn, move my body over hers and nestle my cock in the warm wet apex of her thighs.
“Let’s file any talk about my mother for a time when we’re not naked.”
“Will you think about it?” I ask, bracing my elbows on either side of her head.
“I don’t really have time for a relationship, Cade. Fake or otherwise.” Her words aren’t derisive, they’re matter-of-fact.
“Think of it as helping out a friend in his time of need,” I reply, giving her a dose of my puppy-dog eyes.
“So you want to pretend to date and reward me with lots of orgasms?” A wry smile plays on her lips.
I shake my head and pull myself up, taking Abi with me until I’m sitting up against the headboard, her body plastered to mine.
Running my hand through my hair, I contemplate how to explain that I don’t want it to just be fake. “I want to get to know you, Abi. Don’t mistake this as me wanting benefits without anything else.”
Her fingers toying with my chest hair freeze. “You don’t like the benefits?” she asks, rolling her hips against my hard-on.
My eyes go half-mast, a groan rumbling in my chest. “Did the three times I buried myself inside you last night give the impression I didn’t like it?”
“Well no, but guys like anything with a pussy and a pulse. I have both, so you’re in luck.”
With a growl, I move her onto her back, my body pressing into her and my cock nestled right on target. “Some guys like that. Real men—like me—want personality, conversation, attitude, and the promise of a hot, hard, mind-blowing fuck if she lets you in there.”
“No pulse necessary?” she breathes, her pupils dilated.
“Oh we definitely need that . . .” I reply, lowering my mouth to her neck and licking over her pulse point before sucking the sensitive skin between my lips.
She moves her hands to my shoulders and pushes me back slightly. “Did you just give me a hickey?”
“Marking your pulse so men know you’re taken,” I say with a grin.
“I’m not taken!” She slaps me playfully.
“Well, we can’t pretend to date and then see other people. It wouldn’t be right,” I explain, my smile growing wider.
“Bastard.”
I thrust my hips against hers, running my cock long and hard against her clit.
“Total bastard,” she moans, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and pulling me down for a deep, wet, hungry kiss, and initiating round four.
Cade walks out of the bedroom and into the living area, wearing his clothes from the night before, his unbuttoned shirt showing off his delicious chest that just twenty minutes ago I was licking, sucking, and biting as he fucked me speechless—again.
“Coffee?” I ask, my voice rougher than it should be.
He takes a seat on a bar stool on the other side of my kitchen island, leaning forward on an elbow. “Sounds good, Spitfire.”
I turn my back to him to hide my grin.
I pour two cups of coffee and move to the fridge to pull out my Vanilla Half and Half. “How do you have it?” I ask, looking over my shoulder at him and holding out the creamer.
“I’ll have some of that and two sugars, please.”
Turning fully toward him, I tilt my head. “You like it sweet?”
His eyes darken as he licks his lips and does a slow top-to-toe of my body, my spaghetti-strap camisole and sleeping shorts not hiding much. “Definitely.”
I clear my throat, and his gaze snaps up to meet mine as I slide his mug in front of him. “Nuh-uh, buddy. None of that sexy, smoldering gig.”
“Sexy, smoldering gig? Didn’t hear you objecting last night. Or this morning . . .”
“Oh believe me,” I reply, taking a long, satisfying sip from my cup. “I’ve got nothing to complain about. You’re hot, you’re talented, and you can do a lot more things with your mouth, fingers, and cock than most men. And now that you’re my boyfriend, I’ll get to enjoy those skills of yours