Okay so I am SO happy that I took time to read this series. You can see the reading order HERE.
I am ecited for more from this bunch! I love them so!!!
So the next book in the Series is Play With Me it is Will’s story, it is set to release in March. If you go to Amazon right now you can get all 3 of the books so far for only $0.99 (well 2 novels and 1 novella) just click HERE to go see for yourself. 🙂
Well with out further ado… here are the teasers that she has posted so far, you can go to her website/blog to keep updated on the books.
“Remember, this is a first draft, and may be edited before publication! Happy Reading! xo”
“Okay, what are we drinking to this time?” I ask and look around the table at my friends and their men. All of the parents left the party a few hours ago, and all that’s left are Jules and Nate, Natalie and Luke, Stacy and Isaac, Brynna, Matt, Caleb and Will. All of the other guests have gone home, leaving the eleven of us to drink shots and laugh and catch up.
I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.
If I drink this next shot, I just might forget the escapade in the bathroom with Will.
Speaking of Will, he keeps watching me, sipping a beer, quiet. But I ignore him and lift another shot of tequila in the air. So far, we’ve toasted babies, rock and roll, tattoos, shopping, and shopping again.
“Here’s to orgasms, and the three I’m going to have tonight!” Natalie exclaims, earning fits of giggles from the rest of us girls while the boys – all except for Luke – grumble about TMI.
“To orgasms!” we all concur and slam the shot.
I stopped using the training wheels of lime and salt three shots ago.
I glance back over at Will, who’s now in a deep conversation with his brother Caleb, and despite my clearly drunk state, my thighs clench just at the sight of him. Geez. He’s all broad shoulders and muscles and blue eyes.
I should have done him in the bathroom.
Stop it! That’s just drunk and horny Meg talking.
“So, Meg,” Jules slurs as she leans over toward me and plops her arm around my shoulders. “Why are you still single, my beautiful friend?”
“Because my job is my relationship, my equally as beautiful friend.”
“It’s fine.” I wave her off and take a sip of my fifth margarita. Damn, I really should have eaten more at dinner.
“Does your job give you orgasms?” Natalie asks as she crawls into Luke’s lap.
“No,” I giggle.
“Then it’s not fine,” she responds smugly.
No, it’s not fine, but it is what it is. I need to change this subject.
“You should sing something,” Jules claps her hands and bounces in her seat.
“You are all starting to kill this really great buzz I’ve got going on.”
“Sing!” Jules demands.
“I can barely talk. No singing. I haven’t sung in a long time anyway.”
“Okay, then let’s dance.” Jules stands, and then wobbles. Nate pulls her in his lap, laughing down at her.
“I think it’s time I take you up to the room, baby.” She cups his face in her hand and smiles up at him.
“Okay. Can I have some orgasms?”
“I think I can make that happen,” he replies with a smirk.
“No fair!” Natalie exclaims. “I want orgasms!”
Dear God, did we always talk about orgasms when we were drunk in college?
“Then let’s go up to our room too, I’ll give you those orgasms.” Luke kisses Nat’s cheek and stands with her cradled in his arms.
Jesus, Luke Williams is in the same room with me, talking about orgasms.
This is crazy.
“I’m out too.” I slam one last shot, grab for my purse and stand. The room spins a bit, but I brace myself on the back of a chair and take a deep breath.
“You’re not driving are you?” Nate asks.
“I’ll call a cab.”
“I’ll take you home.” Will stands too and is suddenly at my side, gripping my elbow.
“You drank too,” I remind him.
“I had one beer. I’m fine.”
“I’m in the middle of a season, Meg, I can’t drink much.”
“What kind of season?” I ask as the room spins slowly around me. I’m vaguely aware of snickering happening around me but I’m too drunk to kick anyone’s ass.
“Football,” he says gently and brushes my hair behind my ear.
“You want to play football?” I’m so confused. “I’m too drunk to play football.”
Will laughs and shakes his head. “No, sweetheart, I will play football on Sunday. With my team. Remember?”
“Oh, yeah. You’re a football star.” I wave him off and turn toward my friends. “He’s a big time football player. Did you know?”
Natalie giggles at me. “Meg, you’re funny. I’m glad you’re hanging out with us again.”
“Dude, you got her?” Caleb asks.
“Yeah, I got her,” Will confirms.
“Who you got?” I ask.
“You, drunk girl. Come on.” He turns to lead me toward the exit, and I start to follow him, but for some reason my feet don’t work very well.
“I lost my feet.”
“What?” he laughs and pinches the bridge of his nose.
“I can’t find my feet.”
Why is everyone laughing at me? This is serious!
“Okay, I’ve got you.” He lifts me effortlessly into his arms and cradles me against his chest.
“You don’t have to carry me.”
“If I want to get you in the car and take you home, I think I do.”
“I thought you wanted to play football.” I yawn and lean my head against his shoulder. Hmm… he still smells good.
“I think I’m drunk.”
“What was your first clue?” he chuckles.
“Don’t make me hurt you, Mungumry.”
“Yeah, you scare me.”
“What kind of car is this?” I ask.
“It’s a Shelby.”
“Is Shelby your girlfriend?” I ask, mortified. Holy shit! I made out with a guy who has a girlfriend!
“No, this car is a Shelby Mustang, Megan.”
“Oh. Then who is your girlfriend?”
“I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“No time.” He shrugs. “No one has interested me, until very recently.” He mutters that last part, and before I can ask him what he means by that, he pulls up to my townhouse.
“Thanks for the ride.”
“You’re welcome. Stay there.”
I don’t think I could get out of this car if I wanted to. It sits really low to the ground, but it’s nice. The seat is comfortable.
Suddenly the passenger door is open and Will is leaning inside, pulling me out of the car. He gets me to stand, and then lifts me again.
“I could probably walk now.”
“I doubt it. Just don’t throw up on me, please.”
Well, I didn’t feel like throwing up until he said something. Now my stomach is rolling and I have that icky feeling in the back of my throat.
“Where are your keys?” he asks.
“Do you want me to get them?”
“Yes.” Just breathe. Just breathe and you won’t throw up.
“Okay, I’m going to stand you by the door. Just lean on the wall for a second.”
Is he speaking English? I don’t understand him, all I can concentrate on is not throwing up. He shuffles through my bag and produces my keys.
“This one.” I point to the house key and he unlocks the door and scoops me up again, carrying me inside.
“You don’t have an alarm system?” he asks with a frown.
“Why not?” he demands.
“Too expensive. Fuck, put me down.”
He lowers me to the floor and as soon as my feet hit the ground I sprint to the bathroom, and hurl about two bottles of tequila into the toilet.
It never tastes as good coming up as it did going down.
Oh, sweet Jesus, make it stop. My stomach convulses and shudders, and I feel a sweat break out on my skin.
Suddenly my hair is scooped back off my face and a cold cloth is pressed to the back of my neck.
Fuck, I forgot he was here. How mortifying.
“You can go,” I mumble and rest my forehead on my arm, still cradling the toilet.
“I’ll stay.” His voice is firm and maybe a little grim.
“I’m okay, Will.”
“I’m not leaving you like this, so shut it.” He gently lifts my head and presses another cold cloth to my forehead, making me moan in delight.
“That feels good.”
“I know. Are you done throwing up?”
“I think so.”
“Okay, let’s get you in bed.”
“Hey!” My head jerks up and I pin him with a glare. “You’re not getting me into bed.”
“Yeah, I am. Don’t worry, sweetheart, no hanky panky.” He grins and I groan as another wave of nausea hits. I’m suddenly bone-tired.
“Okay.” I stand and he wraps an arm awkwardly around my waist. He’s just too tall for his own good. “I’m fine, Will. The worst is over. You can go.”
He glares down at me and wipes my face with the cool cloth. “I’ll make sure you’re asleep before I leave.”
“Why? I haven’t exactly been nice to you.”
“Because I’m not an asshole, and the sooner you realize that, the better.”
I frown at him, not understanding him at all. He opens the drawers in my dresser, shuffling through clothes and socks, then turns to me with a scowl.
“Where are your pajamas?”
“I don’t wear pajamas.”
“So what do you wear to bed?” he asks and plants his hands on his hips.
He closes his eyes and exhales deeply, then searches through my drawers again until he finds an old t-shirt and throws it at me. “Here, put this on.”
“Because I’m climbing in that bed with you, and you can’t be naked or I will be an asshole.” He looks almost angry.
“Turn around,” I murmur. When he’s facing the other direction, I quickly unzip and step out of my dress and pull the t-shirt over my head. I’m not wearing panties, but the t-shirt is long enough that you can’t see so I don’t care. “I don’t think I can take my sandals off without falling over.”
Will turns to me and his eyes soften. “You look so young right now.”
“I’m sure I look like shit, but okay. Sandals?”
“Sit.” He kneels before me and takes my shoes off, and then tucks me into the bed. He unbuttons his shirt, lets it fall off his shoulders and drapes it on my desk chair. Holy muscled body, Batman.
“Your place is nice,” he mutters.
“Hmm.” I close my eyes to block out the delicious image of a mostly-naked Will. I hear the zipper of his pants and the rustling of him stepping out of them, and then the bed dips as he crawls in beside me. He turns me away from him, and pulls my back against his front.
“Why are you still here?” I ask sleepily. I should demand that he go, but damn if this doesn’t feel good.
“I don’t know,” he whispers.
“Is this really what you want to do all day?” I ask, lounging at the end of his couch. I’m in one of his old Seahawks jerseys and his boxer-briefs, since I don’t have any clothes here, and my hair is up in a knot on my head, no makeup.
Dear God, I must look horrific.
I glance over at Will, on the opposite side of the long, plush black leather couch. It’s really unfair that he looks so good in just basketball shorts and an old t-shirt.
“Why, is there somewhere you wanted to go?” he asks and flips through channels on his uber-huge television. We are in his media room, full of plush furniture, the outrageously enormous television – dear God, is he blind? Who needs a TV this big? – Seahawks memorabilia, a wet bar, a pool table. Basically a big ol’ man cave where boys can hang out and do boy things.
“No, I’m just surprised.” I lean back and plop my feet in his lap, getting more comfortable. He immediately wraps one big hand around the arch of my foot and rubs with his thumb and I sigh in contentment.
“It’s nice to relax once in a while. We haven’t really just hung out together much.” He offers me a soft smile, and my stomach flips, just a little. Gosh, he’s pretty to look at.
And he’s right. It feels good to be lazy. I’m still super tired from last night at work, and just lounging in Will’s extraordinary home with him all day is relaxing and perfect.
“Are we okay,” he murmurs, drawing my attention. His eyes are sober, and he’s watching me closely.
I turn my head to the side and offer him a half smile. “Yeah, we’re okay.”
He just nods and flips the channels to a show about whales on the Discovery channel.
“I’m hungry,” he announces.
“You’re always hungry,” I laugh and kick his thigh gently. “You just had a huge sandwich an hour ago.”
“Let’s order in pizza.”
“Let’s go get the pizza and bring it back,” I suggest.
“I like having you here, in my jersey, in my house, where I don’t have to share you and you don’t have to share me and we can just be.”
“Be what?” I ask.
“Us.” He pulls me into his lap and kisses me senseless, plunging his fingers into my hair and moving those amazing lips over mine. Then, just as suddenly as he started, he pushes me back onto the couch and reaches for his phone. “I’m calling for pizza.”
“You are such a fucking cheater!” Will is glaring at me from his position on the floor, his back against the couch, xBox controller in his hands. God, he’s adorable when he’s irritated with me.
“I am not!”
“All you’re doing is pushing all the buttons at once and waving the controller all about,” he accuses me. He’s right. I have no idea how to play this shit, and making him crazy is hilarious.
“It’s called strategy, Mr. Football Star.” I bat my eyelashes at him and laugh as his scowl deepens.
“You’ve never played this, have you?”
“Madden Two Thousand Thirty-Four? No.”
“It’s Madden 2013, smart ass.” Now he’s laughing at me. God, he’s fun.
“I’m still kicking your Seahawk ass. The guy with your name on the jersey looks nothing like you, by the way.” I pick up my soda and sip from the straw. We are surrounded by junk food. Pizza boxes, chip bags, cookie containers, you name it. It looks like a twelve-year-old’s birthday party exploded in here.
It’s fucking fun as hell.
“It’s a video game, babe, not a music video.”
I throw a chip at him, hitting him in the head, and he turns to glare at me. “Did you just hit me in the head with a freaking Dorito?”
“No.” I shake my head innocently and back up on the couch as he lays the controller on the coffee table and turns to me.
“You deserved it, smart ass.”
“I know what you deserve.” He kneels in front of me, grabs my hands and pulls me toward him and then in one swift move, pulls his jersey up over my head. “I don’t think you can borrow this anymore.”
“Fine.” I lean back against the couch again and cross my arms over my naked chest, covering up my breasts. Will’s lips twitch but he holds his smile back and gives me a mock-glare and grips his black shorts at my hips and yanks them down my legs and throws them over his left shoulder.
I think they land in the salsa.
“Those are mine, too,” he murmurs, his eyes glassing over as he sweeps his gaze from my face down my body.
I move to cross my legs, but he holds them still, hands on my thighs, and pushes himself up between them so his pelvis rests against my own and his lips are inches from my face.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asks softly.
I shrug, my smart mouth having suddenly left me, and just stare up into Will’s sea-blue eyes.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs and kisses my forehead, my nose, over to my dimple. “I love this dimple. Makes you look so innocent.” He smiles against my cheek and kisses it again. “Of course, I know differently.”
I chuckle and slide my hands up under his t-shirt, over the smooth muscles of his back. “Get naked.”
“I will.” He kisses his way over to my neck and runs his hand down my face to my breast to tease my nipple. I suck in a breath and squirm beneath him.
“Naked,” I repeat but he just chuckles and keeps up the torment, running those hands over my body, those lips down my throat to continue the torture of my nipples. Oh dear God, that feels good.
“Your skin is so damn soft.” He’s on his knees again, kissing down my stomach to my navel where he pays special attention. He grips my hips in his hands, holding onto me, and bites and kisses my stomach, brushes his nose over it, and then kisses it some more.
Jesus, when did my stomach become an erogenous zone?
He suddenly jerks me to the edge of the couch and pushes my thighs wider apart and sits back on his heels, just looking at me.
“So damn beautiful,” he repeats. He raises his hand to my face, his eyes on mine, and runs the backs of his fingers down my cheek, brushes my lower lip with his thumb, and then traces the pad of his index finger down the hollow of my throat, down my sternum, my stomach, over my navel and my pubis.
I can’t move. I’m completely in his trance. For Godsake, we went from me playfully cheating my ass off on a video game to intense sexual tension in the matter of seconds.
Suddenly, he turns around and fishes an ice cube out of an empty soda glass and pushes it into his mouth. His eyes smile up at me before he lowers his head, and very gently, places a kiss right on my metal. His cold lips send a zing through my core and I raise my hips in response.
“Holy shit, that’s cold!”
He chuckles and does it again, but this time he slides down, hollows his cheeks and sucks my lips into his mouth with the cold ice and I about come apart. I grip his hair in my fists and hold him to me but he backs out of my grasp and shakes his head.
“Grip the back of the couch with your hands, babe.”
“This is going to get intense for you, and it’ll be even more so if you can’t touch me.” He gently caresses my thigh with his hand. “Trust me.”
So I grab the couch above my head and watch him. He smiles reassuringly and kisses my thigh, then fishes out another ice cube, but instead of pushing it into his mouth, he spreads my labia with one hand and, eyes on mine, guides the ice from my anus, through my folds, and up to my clit.
“Watch this, Megan.”
I’d love to go to Will’s but I ended up working late. It’s almost 4:00 a.m., and he has a game tonight, so I decide to just go home and not bother him. I’m still driving the Rover. It’s much fancier than my Toyota sedan, and is fun to drive.
My phone suddenly starts ringing and I frown when I see Football Star flashing across the screen.
“Where are you?” he sounds sleepy.
“In your car. I just left work; I got out late.”
“Are you on your way here?” he asks and I hear the covers rustle as he moves in the bed.
“I think I’ll just go home. You have a game tonight, you should get some sleep.”
“I’m fine, babe. I’ll sleep better if you’re here. I kept waking up every few hours checking to see if you were here anyway.”
I chew my bottom lip. Who am I kidding? I want to see him. Get naked with him. Thank him for earlier.
“I’m on my way,” I murmur.
“Good.” I hear the smile in his voice as he hangs up.
I drive through his gate and park in the garage. He’s left a few lights on in the house for me, so I turn them off as I make my way upstairs. He’s in bed, asleep, naked from the waist up with the white linens wrapped around his waist.
He looks tan and sexy and…mine.
I strip down to nothing and slide into the bed, over to him, and wrap myself around him. Head on his chest, arms and legs wrapped around him, clinging to him.
He wakes and holds me, kisses my hair, runs those magical hands down my back, and the next thing I know, he’s rolled us so he’s on top of me.
“I missed you,” he whispers against my ear.
“I missed you, too.”
He kisses my dimple, and then over to my lips and offers me soft, sweet kisses. He gently nibbles my lips, and then slides his tongue into my mouth, taunting and playing with me. I run my hands up his back and then down to his ass and smile against his mouth when I find him naked.
His ass is really spectacular.
He pushes my legs apart with his and settles himself between my legs, not moving, just resting there, kissing me, brushing my hair rhythmically with his fingertips. I continue caressing his back, his sides, his arms, and we are just content to love each other softly. Be together.
I raise my legs and hitch my thighs around his hips, opening myself to him. I feel my wetness against his sex, and he groans as he slides effortlessly against me.
“So wet,” he whispers.
“Need you,” I whisper in return. He pulls his face back and gazes down at me, runs the backs of his fingers down my cheeks and slowly, oh-so-damned-slowly, sinks inside me.
His eyes close as he reaches my cervix and is buried balls-deep inside me. He rests his forehead on mine and starts to gently move, letting me get used to him, allowing my body time to accommodate him.
“Your body is already learning mine,” he murmurs. “It’s easier this time, isn’t it?”
“Mmm…” I moan and circle my hips, inviting him in further. I clench around him when his pubis rubs the metal against my clit.
“Fuck, that piercing is going to be the death of me,” he mutters and I giggle. “You have the most beautiful smile.”
He disarms me. With just a few words, or a touch, this man completely disarms me.
His hips begin to move a bit faster, a little harder. His lips circle around a nipple and he sucks greedily, making it harden even more. He pays the other the same attention and I writhe beneath him, as my body becomes just sensation. His beautiful cock is moving deliciously in me, his strong body is blanketing me, his hands still running through my hair, his mouth on mine… I am draped in him, and yet I can’t get enough of him.
“I love the way you love me,” I whisper. He grins against my mouth and pushes his cock all the way inside me, grinds his pubis against me, and holds himself there until I come apart around him, my muscles spasm, my hands clench onto his ass, pulling him in even tighter.
“Ah, hell, honey.” I feel his body tighten and he’s coming with me, emptying himself inside me.
He kisses me softly and then pulls out of me and lowers his head to by belly. He rests there, his cheek against my navel, arms wrapped around my waist, and falls asleep.
I think I just fell in love with him.