Player - A Deadliest Lies Novel - Michele Mannon Page 0,44

anchor myself to him. For a few heartbeats, we’re paused in place.

“Okay?”

“Corrupt away, storeen.”

I take hold of him and guide his fat tip to my center. A few strokes, to get him ready. A glide of wet fold across his head, to ensure I’m ready. We both hiss at the contact.

I do it again.

Oh, Lord, that feels good. My bones melt and my control slips.

But Finn is there to prop me up like a rag doll.

“Jaysus. I need inside that little pink pussy.”

“Pretty please, Clarissa.”

He cocks his head, eyes bright and loving every second of this. “That’s how you want to play this?”

I push down, drawing him into me. “Pretty please, Clarissa. And I’ll fuck you hard enough you won’t be able to stay standing.”

His smirk is as wicked as all hell.

Finn might be a wet dream. But I’m about to rain down on him.

I roll my hips and offer him another taste. Dragging him in deeper, my folds parting to accept the thick, bulbous head of him. He’s barely inside yet it feels like heaven.

“Pretty please, Clarissa,” I hear him groan.

But I’m too wound up to celebrate my victory.

I struggle for control, forcing myself to relax as I sink down onto him. Hissing, as his thick, hot length splits me in two. He’s big, really big. Nothing could have prepared me for being so completely, fully penetrated.

“That’s right. Take it. Give me that tight pussy.”

“There’s more?” I whisper.

He chuckles then flexes his hips, driving home.

I see stars. Beautiful, brilliant, blissful stars.

“Giddyap.”

When I don’t move—how can I when it feels this phenomenal?—he takes charge, bouncing me, forcing me to take him completely. Intense pleasure rolls over me.

“Come on. Teach me. Show me what to do.”

I tighten my thighs into his body and begin to move. A slow, upward drag. An abrupt drop into oblivion. Up and down, up and down, like I’m a jockey on a horse that’s headed for the win.

I feel him everywhere. His warm chest brushing against mine, his cock not just inside of me, but a part of me. My entire body begins to shake.

Close. I’m so close . . .

“For shite’s sake, no.” Finn grunts. He batters up into me, once, twice, three times.

“Yes, Finn. That’s exactly what to do.”

He pulls me into a tight hug.

Shakes.

Stills.

Curses.

Oh, no. He didn’t.

He lifts me off him and sets me on my feet. Cursing a blue streak as he sinks to his knees and rolls me back across the blanket.

I’ve never seen anyone look so distraught.

“Go on, you.”

“For what it’s worth, you are honestly the hottest ride in town,” I say between giggles. “

He grunts. “You didn’t climax.”

I shrug. “That comes with practice. Next time, I’ll teach you how.”

“Jaysus, Mary, and Joseph. Teach me? That’s grand.”

I tug him down for a kiss, but it takes a few seconds before he relaxes into it.

“It’s been awhile,” he offers, pulling away to roll onto his back and muttering something beneath his breath.

A name.

Antonio?

“I imagine in your line of work, relationships are difficult.”

“They are.”

“How long ago was your last relationship?” How could someone with his good looks and a rock star job women go wild for be this inexperienced?

“We talking sex?” He considers his answer, making a funny face as he does. “Jaysus, I’m pushing seven months.”

I don’t know who is more shocked. Finn. Or me.

“You haven’t had sex in seven months?”

“Seems that way.”

“Aside from that night with me?”

He snorts in response.

“No wonder—”

“No feckin’ wonder.”

I bite my lip, my curiosity stoked. “And relationships? Dating? A girlfriend?”

“I don’t do relationships.”

I sit up so I can stare down at him. “You’ve never had a girlfriend.”

“One. When I was sixteen. It’s better this way.” He turns his head to look at me. “No one gets hurt this way.”

“Because of your job.”

“Right on, as usual.”

I bend and give him a quick peck on the lips. “Maybe you haven’t found a woman who’s accustomed to living on the edge. A woman experienced with danger.”

Something flashes across his face. Regret? Longing? It’s gone as quickly as it came, leaving me gaping down at him. Because I felt it, whatever it was.

And I suddenly want more of it.

But I’ve learned a few things about Finn. He’s already withdrawing, that hard mask of his sliding into place. Pressing him further will get me nowhere. Challenge him.

I sigh, loudly. “It’s expected that a fighter like you would be so easily defeated by his performance.”

“Performance?”

I go for my second gold of the afternoon. “Sure, it lasted shorter than a five-yard sprint. Sure,