Fake Shot (Boston Rebels Book 2)

I scoop her up and set her on the ground in front of me, and she practically shrieks when her feet meet the cold tile of the floor. Dragging the stretchy lace of her sexy-as-hell bra down her waist and over her hips, I let it drop to the ground. And then I turn her toward the entryway and give her ass a light smack, saying, “Let’s go.”

“Where are we going, exactly?” she asks, her feet remaining planted in place.

“Upstairs.” Stepping up behind her, I drop my voice when I say, “because the first time we have sex, it’s not going to be on the kitchen counter.”

“But another time?” she asks, her voice hopeful.

“There’s pretty much no surface in this house where I haven’t already imagined you spread out before me. I’ll take you wherever you want, whenever you want. But not this first time.”

“Such a gentleman,” she teases as she reaches behind her and grasps my belt buckle, pulling me along as she walks across her entryway in nothing but her thong.

I step behind her as we approach the front door. We didn’t turn any lights on, and it’s unlikely someone’s on the sidewalk outside her brownstone but, just in case, I make sure to block her from view with my body. And then when we reach the stairs, I pull her hand off my buckle.

“I want to watch you walk up those stairs, just like I did earlier tonight at the arena. But instead of imagining what you look like naked, I’m going to enjoy every moment of seeing all of you.”

She glances over her shoulder at me as she takes the first step. “You were picturing me naked during your warm-ups?”

“I’m always picturing you naked, Jules. Get used to it.”

She takes each step, just like she did at the arena tonight, and the gentle sway of her hips above her muscular thighs and ass has me wanting to grip her hips and watch myself slide into her from behind.

When she looks back at me and says, “Are you coming?” I take the steps two at a time, and she does as well, as we hurry to get to the bedroom. But the minute she crosses the threshold to her room, she stops, and I have to put my hand up on the top of the door frame so I don’t run right into the back of her.

I snake my other hand along her bare waist and pull her back to me, relishing the way her hair feels pressed up against my bare skin.

“What’s wrong, Tink?”

She turns, running her palms along my chest on their way to my shoulders before she wraps her arms around my neck. The feel of her breasts against my chest has the blood rushing to my dick so fast I almost feel lightheaded.

“What makes tonight different than all the other nights you turned me down?”

“You really don’t know?” When she shakes her head, I say, “I needed you to feel the same way about me that I feel about you. I didn’t want you to sleep with me because I was convenient and willing, I wanted you to want me.”

Her voice is practically a whisper when she says, “I’ve always wanted you, Colt. I just never thought you’d feel the same way. I’m sorry if . . .” She takes a deep breath and lets out a sigh. “I’m sorry if I made you feel like I was using you to cross something off my bucket list.”

I kiss the bridge of her nose. “I’m one hundred percent fine with you using me for sex, now that I know how you feel.” Bringing my hands to her inner thighs, I scoop her up so she’s wrapping her legs around me again, and walk over to the bed, where I set her on the edge and step between her parted legs. “In fact, I see a lot of sex in our future.”

Without breaking eye contact, she undoes my belt, then unbuttons my pants and pulls the zipper down. As she slides them down my thighs and lets them pool at my ankles, my cock strains against the fabric of my boxer briefs now that my zipper is no longer holding it back. Jules reaches out and touches me, cupping her hand and smoothing her palm along my shaft as she brings her fingers to my head, circling it before she hooks her thumbs into my briefs and lifts them over my dick to push them down my legs.

As she leans forward to do so, her lips part and she sucks me into her mouth. It’s impossible to resist pushing into her as her tongue laves against my length, and her hum of approval makes me do it again. She doesn’t seem to mind me hitting the back of her throat, which makes me wonder if she has a gag reflex at all. Something to explore another time, I think to myself.

She grasps the base of my cock with one hand as the other slides down between her legs, and then she’s moaning around me, and I watch in fascination as her fingers dip into her underwear and work her clit with the same tempo she’s taking me into her mouth. I reach out, brushing my palms along her nipples, and she moans again, sending shock waves through my body and spurring me on. Her hand begins moving frantically between her legs as she lets me fuck her mouth, and when she starts moaning through the orgasm she’s giving herself, it’s all I can do to hold myself off from coming right down the back of her throat. But I cling to that last, thin thread of self-control because there’s no way we’re not having sex immediately after she’s done.

As her orgasm recedes, she releases me from her mouth and looks up into my eyes as she licks a circle around the head of my cock like some sort of vixen. Then she’s standing and sliding her thong down her legs before she steps forward and presses her fully naked body against mine. I sweep her legs up in one arm while I hold her back, cradling her as I take a step toward the bed and lay her down.

“You’re a fucking masterpiece and I want to see every inch of you,” I say, standing over her and taking in the sight of her long limbs and muscular body. The bed dips under my weight as I plant my knees between her legs.

She lets her knees fall open, baring herself to me, and I suck in a breath at the sight of her—even in the moonlight streaming through the window, I can see her smooth skin glistening with evidence of her orgasm.

Planting one hand above her shoulder, I lean down and kiss her forehead. I’m about to promise her that I’ll take it slow, be gentle with her, when she says, “I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve dreamed about this.”

“I don’t know what you dreamed up, Tink, but I can promise you, this is going to be so much better.”

She reaches out and strokes the entire length of me, and I almost lose my mind and push into her bare. Shit. “I, uh, I have to go upstairs and get a condom. I don’t have one on me.”

“I have a whole drawer full,” she says, nodding her chin toward her nightstand.

“Why do you have a whole drawer full?”

She cocks an eyebrow at me. “Because I planned on having a lot of sex with you when you finally gave in.” With slow, gentle strokes, she continues sliding her hand along my shaft, making me impossibly hard. “What are we waiting for?”

I take a deep breath, exhaling slowly. “This is going to change everything.”

“Good.” She gestures toward the nightstand again, and so I reach over and slide the drawer open, grabbing a condom out of a bowl they’re sitting in. As I tear the foil packet open, she says, “Show me how to put it on you.”

The sight of her lying beneath me, using her long fingers to roll the condom over my tip and down my shaft with so much care and reverence, is doing funny things to my heart. This couldn’t be more different from all the one-night stands I’ve had in the past—mostly because I want to see this sight every night for the rest of my life.

When her hand reaches the end of my cock, I lean in to kiss her, and she sucks my lower lip into her mouth, sinking her teeth into it lightly like I’ve noticed she likes to do. As she wraps one leg around my ass, pulling me closer to her, I know what she wants, but I want to make sure she’s ready. Reaching between us, I slide my fingers over her clit and down to her entrance. She’s so wet that two fingers slip into her tight pussy easily.

“Colt, when I said I wanted you inside of me, that wasn’t what I meant,” she growls against my cheek after pulling away from the kiss, making me chuckle.

“You’re adorable when you’re frustrated.”

“Please, don’t make me wait any longer.”

“Well, if you’re going to beg⁠—”

“I’m not begging,” she says, using her lower leg to push down on my body until my cock hits my hand. “But I will if you want me to.”

I slip my fingers out of her and make sure I’m lined up with her entrance, and as I push into her, I tell her, “There’s no reason to beg for something I can’t wait to give you, Jules.”

She sucks in a breath when she takes the first couple of inches of me, and then she relaxes as I drive my hips forward slowly. She’s hot, and tight, and wet, and lying there with all her hair fanned out beneath her, and those big blue eyes staring up at me, she’s basically a goddess. The dream girl I didn’t know I was looking for and was lucky enough to find anyway.

She winces when I’m not even all the way in yet, and I freeze. “Are you okay?”

“Just . . . so full. I’ve never been this full.”

“Not even with your extensive toy collection?” I tease.

Her eyes widen. “How do you know about that?”

“Besides the one I got a first-hand view of in the shower, you mean? You told me all about your collection on our walk home when you were drunk.”

“No, I didn’t,” she says, tilting her hips up to take more of me. “There’s no way I was that drunk.”

I lean my face down and nuzzle into her hair next to her ear. “So you’re saying you told me about all your different vibrators while sober. Got it.” I draw my hips forward, pushing into her farther.

And then she tightens her leg over my ass and slams her hips up so I enter her completely. She hisses as her muscles contract around me, and I swear to God I see stars.

“That’s better,” she says on a breath. “Stop treating me like I’m going to break. I need you to fuck me like you mean it.”

“Like I mean what, exactly?” I ask as I start to move inside her with long, slow strokes.

“Like you mean all the things you said to me earlier tonight.”

Moving one of my knees up under hers, I smooth my hand up her ribcage on the opposite side of her body, letting my thumb graze under her breast and across her nipple. And then I’m sliding my palm around her collarbone and up her neck until I’m cupping her chin in my hand.

Kissing her lips lightly, I whisper, “The problem is, I don’t want to fuck you like I’m falling in love with you. I want to fuck you like I’m trying to ruin you for every other man in existence.”

I feel her chest shake with laughter and I still because I can’t figure out why that would make her laugh. She responds by tightening the walls of her core and squeezing my cock, then she reaches out and cups my cheek in her hand.

“You already have, Colt. You’ve shown me how I should be treated by a man. You’ve shown me that I can trust you, and that I don’t have to control everything. Now, I just want to lose control with you. So fuck me however you want to because I’m going to love it no matter what.”

Her words unleash whatever part of me I’ve been holding back. I am absolutely feral for this woman, and determined that she know it, feel it, and understand it before this is done. And as I move inside her with abandon, she meets me thrust for thrust. Our lips, tongues, and teeth tangle together as we devour each other wholly—it’s like the first time I kissed her in the alley, but a hundred times better, too. While I kiss her, my free hand explores her body, caressing and gripping the smooth expanse of her skin, learning every nook and cranny of her. I want to memorize every single thing about her, so that I can still feel her with me when I leave for a road trip later this week.

I don’t want to go.

Later on, when I’m not in the middle of having sex with the girl of my dreams, I’ll have to figure out what it means that I’ve had that thought twice tonight. I’ve never dreaded going on a road trip. I’ve never wished I was home with a woman instead.

Then again, I never had anyone like Jules in my life before.

“Yes,” she hisses as I drive into her deeply. As I bottom out, I tilt my hips so the end of my cock hits the ridges deep inside her that I know will help her orgasm again. With my body grinding against her clit, and her legs wrapped so tightly around my waist that I can barely pull out of her, I know I’m hitting all the right places.

“Holy shit,” she says, her breath catching, “please don’t stop.”

“There’s no chance we’re stopping, Tink. Not until you’re screaming my name so loud someone alerts the media.”

She wraps her hand around the back of my head and pulls my face to hers, sinking her teeth into my lower lip before she says mumbles into my mouth, “How about you make me?”

“Don’t worry, I plan to.”

I bring my other knee up under her other thigh and wrap my arm around her lower back as I continue with the deep thrusts that have her chanting, “Yes, fuck yes,” over and over. And then her chants are practically screams, as her muscles pulse around me while her orgasm overtakes her. And when she yells, “Oh my god, oh shit, Colt!” I trail gentle kisses up the side of her neck and behind her ear as I let her ride the waves of her release on my cock.

The feeling of her coming on me, the way her body rhythmically squeezes mine, has electricity flowing through my veins until the pulsing in my balls has me emptying myself into her in several long, hard thrusts.

“Holy shit,” she says as I collapse on my elbow, hovering just above her. Her lower body is still wrapped around mine, but she exhales until the rest of her is almost lifeless beneath me. “I don’t know what that was, but it was magic. Is it always like that?”

I look down at her flushed cheeks, the way she’s still panting and not letting me go. I want to be joined to her like this forever.

“No,” I tell her honestly. “It’s never like this. Except with you.”