Love Won (Winning at Love book 1) Page 21

  “You know what I want to taste, Sprinkles. Don’t pretend that you don’t,” I tsk, stepping in closer. Bracing my arms on either side of the counter, I cage her in and nuzzle my face into her neck.

  “You want a taste test? You worried Keaton’s cake won’t be up to par?” she tries to say as though she’s unaffected, and raises the spoon over her shoulder so all I have to do is lean forward to get a taste. “You know, the Whirlwind is my thing, and my mom bakes the best cakes in the province…” I ignore her.

  “I don’t wanna talk about your mom right now. Turn around and look at me, East,” I whisper into her neck, the length of my hardness resting against her plump backside.

  “No,” her voice trembles. “You’re in my space. I need to get this finished before the others get here,” she says, and it’s a shitty excuse that I’m not buying. Keaton is a grown-ass man who does not need a birthday cake, despite what Katie might think.

  “I think we both know me standing here still isn’t close enough for either of us.”

  “Coy…” It’s breathless, and sexy as fuck.

  “Come on, turn around. Look at me, baby.”

  And finally she does.

  Goddamn, this woman is insanely beautiful. My own breath catches when I see her green eyes, all lust-laden and wide, meeting and melding with my own. She licks her lips, the subtle gesture drawing my attention to their fullness, now laced with a wet sheen, and I stare with rapt fascination. I have wanted to taste those lips for too damn long. Feeling her kiss against my lips has been a top priority on my list of Eastlyn fantasies for years, and as that old song goes, I have absolutely no doubt that her kiss will most definitely be on my list as one of the best things in life. This girl is crazy if she thinks I’m leaving this kitchen without tasting the lips that I know will destroy me, that’ll have me begging and pleading for more of her kisses. Because with just one hit, I know I’ll be addicted forever.

  “I said I wanted a taste.” I raise my thumb to her cheek. “You’ve got frosting here, Sprinkles. Seems to be our thing, you dirty from cake-ing and me coming in as the cleanup crew.” I take in her lips. I think about all the whispered promises I’d like to make over them before sealing my words with a kiss, a kiss that we’ll both no doubt feel everywhere. Leaning in, I dart my tongue out, licking the corner of her mouth. “Mmm. So fucking sweet. Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to taste you? To feel your lips against mine?”

  That’s all it takes.

  Eastlyn wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me into her, our eyes crashing, our chests heaving, and she licks the edges of my mouth with her tongue, making me groan. She lingers there a while, nibbling and teasing, driving me out of my fucking mind.

  “Eastlyn,” I warn, and I feel her smile against my cheek before she returns her mouth to mine, her tongue darting out, testing whether I’ll let it pass, allowing our tongues to touch for the first time.

  And I do. I open, granting her the access she seeks with as much ferocity as my own. She tastes like sugar, and I can’t get enough. Our tongues intermingle, moving deeper into one another, twisting and duelling to taste one another, battling for dominance as we moan into each other’s mouths with the passion of a blazing inferno, one I never want to die. We kiss one another until she pulls back, looks up at me, and smirks. “You taste so sweet,” she says.

  “Not nearly as sweet as you, Sprinkles. Now shut up and kiss me some more,” I say, gliding my tongue along her bottom lip and tugging on it gently with my teeth.

  “Oh God, Coy,” she utters, and it’s music to my cock. My hands knead her ass as I move her against the fridge, positioning my dick so it rubs between her centre, showing her just how fucking hard she has me.

  “Sshh, baby,” I growl over her lips, “your brother is right in the other room.” I grind my cock against her despite the realization that we’re standing in her family home. We’re making out like teenagers in the kitchen, and I could give two fucks as she continues to grind her hot pussy down on my cock as we dry hump each other to near orgasm. “Want you so bad,” she whimpers, as I pick up the pace, needing to feel more.

  She moans, tilting her head back, allowing me to run my tongue along her throat, trailing a line of soft kisses over her skin to her collarbone then moving back up to her ear where I whisper, “My cock aches to be in you, baby. So fucking bad.” My tone is guttural and I mean every single word.

  “God, Coy.” She pulls me in, taking my mouth with hers. I’m about two seconds away from blowing my load in my pants when I’m doused with reality.

  “Ahem.” There is a familiar clearing of a throat, and panic sets in. I practically drop Eastlyn onto the floor as we scramble to separate and brace ourselves to face the music.

  We’ve been caught—like two fucking horny teens. I stuff my hands in my pockets.

  “Well, it’s about damn time,” Mrs. Hatfield says. “Now, finish getting that cake ready, the others have just arrived. Then you can go home and finish sucking face.”

  Katie smirks before walking back out the swinging door.

  “Holy shit,” Eastlyn whispers, and we both burst out laughing.

  12

  A Little Kino Goes a Long Way

  “Welcome to Laser Quest. My name is Devon. Before we begin, do we have any newbs here tonight?” the teenager asks. We’re all sitting on benches in the holding room. It’s dim, and there are bloody fluorescent colours splashed everywhere.

  Eastlyn and Kami are sitting across from Keaton and I, and I’m having a hard time concentrating on anything else but East. After frosting the cake, we’d all gathered around Keaton and sang “Happy Birthday” like a bunch of children. I had to laugh, as such is life with Katie Hatfield, so we all know and accept the drill. Once we polished off most of the Captain Underpants cake (don’t ask, I have no clue), we piled into Philip’s and Kami’s cars and here we are.

  “We’ve never played,” Kami pipes up, pointing between herself and Eastlyn.

  “Great. I’ll run through a few tips and tricks for you, then I’ll assign teams and get you all suited up and playing as soon as I can, so bear with me.”

  “Sounds good,” Keaton says.

  “First things first: you will sweat. It’s hot as hell in there, so, ladies, you might want to tie that hair up.”

  “Great, exercise on a Saturday night…” Kami says, shooting Keaton a look, and he just smiles.

  “I know how much you like a good work out, Kam. Seven days a week.” He winks and she harrumphs, rolling her eyes.

  “Okay, let’s get started. Number one: learn the layout. I suggest taking a quick walk around the floor to see if you can find a few spots that will give you a wicked vantage point, but also some cover and protection. But I always like to remind people: playing too safe is boring! So, after thirty seconds, if you haven’t shot anyone it’s time to move on. Find the action,” he says, his voice booming with excitement, and we all laugh and agree that we’re here to play, not hide.

  “Two: the upper levels are great if you want to shoot targets from higher ground or need a break, but, again, can be boring because you’re not right in the game’s action.” He grins and looks around at us all, making sure we’re still with him.

  “Three: don’t always stay upright. Walk like a crab, crawl, or slither on the ground. It will give you the best protection, as long as you remember to keep moving. Standing in one place like a chump will get you shot!” he says, and Philip yells out how he likes this kid.

  “And, finally: if you see someone aiming at you, and you can’t escape, try turning sideways.” Devon nods, pleased with himself. “Any questions?”

  “Yeah, can you be on our team?” Eastlyn asks, a huge smile on her beautiful face.

  “No, but if you need me, I’ll be right in the other room,” Devon says.

  “You won’t need him,” I say, sidling up beside her as we walk into the adjacent room to suit up in our gear.

  “Oh boy, this oughta be fun, caveman
.” She bumps my shoulder and rolls her eyes at my Neanderthal comment.

  What? It’s true. I’ll be everything she needs in there, especially since I plan on testing out that kino shit.

  Walking over to the red vests, me, Kami, Keaton, and Eastlyn suit up. We agreed to be with the girls since we aren’t as hardcore players as the others, and, let’s be honest—as if I’d let her be on a different team than mine.

  “You ready to kick some ass?” I ask Eastlyn and Kami, who are struggling to hold their guns comfortably from the looks of it.

  “Sure am,” Eastlyn says, holding up her laser rifle, pretending to cock it. “All locked and loaded.” She’s too fucking cute.

  “Let’s go, Rambo.” I nudge her to walk forward to join the others.

  “Each game lasts twenty minutes,” calls Devon, “and the team with the most hits wins. Each numbered vest is assigned with a player name. That way, at the end, you’ll be able to see which players ranked highest.”

  “Get ready to eat my dust, Graves. I’m a sharpshooter,” Eastlyn says, before smacking my ass and taking off once Devon activates our vests and the game officially starts. My cheeks hurt from smiling. I can’t wait to find her and mess with her in here.

  “You know you’re not supposed to shoot me, right? Eastlyn?” I call after her.

  But she’s already gone.

  *

  Spotting her in front of me, I slink along the wall so she can’t hear me when I make my move. I see a blue team member approaching her and take it as my cue.

  “I got you.” I rush up, banding my arms around her, my gun in ready-position to defend her honour. I pull her back into me, and we land against the wall as I shoot the blue guy, his vest lighting up with the hit, and he scurries away. Holding her tightly, I lean down to her ear, lick the shell, and then mutter softly, “You were almost shot. Be more careful, Sprinkles.” Then I grind my dick against her ass, showing how the smallest touch of her affects me. “I saved your life,” I add, before rubbing my hand over the globes of her ass. Then I pay back her earlier smack, and run away to the sounds of her cursing me and laughing.

  *

  I see her about to come around the corner where I’m hiding. As soon as she’s visible, I run up and push her back against the wall, pinning her with my legs, causing her to moan and whisper my name. I press my gun to her stomach and she drops hers, choosing to wrap her arms around my neck, holding me tight.

  “You’re going to make us lose, if you keep this up,” she says, rubbing her core along my rigid cock. “Did I mention how much I like laser tag?”

  I see her face light up in the darkness, and my heart skips a beat, knowing she’s enjoying our little side game as much as I am. Before I bolt again, I rub my hand along the seam of her jeans right over her pussy. “Gotta go, babe. Stay safe.”

  *

  We’re deep into the third game. I’m having trouble finding my Rambo until I hear a round of giggles and look down to see Kami hiding along one of the walls, peeking her gun over a ledge. That’s when I spot her. I stand rooted for a few seconds, watching Eastlyn and Kami trying their damnedest to shoot one another—even though they’re on the same team. Seeing them having fun makes me smile. I’m just about to head down and sneak up on both of them, needing to feel my girl against me one more time, and maybe even break the kino rules a little and just kiss the hell out of her. Even if it means surrendering the four of us to the opposing team before our game ends.

  I shift on my feet, ready to pounce, when out of nowhere, I see Keaton. He must have almost the same idea, but it isn’t Eastlyn he’s moving in on, it’s Kam. Hearing Kami squeal, I laugh, making it up to and in behind Eastlyn just as the lights turn on to signal the end of the game.

  “You look sexy as hell, all sweaty and breathing heavy,” I say, pulling her back into my chest as I walk us to the equipment room, my hard cock rubbing against the sweet curve of her ass the whole time.

  Once Kami and Keaton—the last ones to emerge from the course—join the rest of us, I’m not surprised to hear that our red team didn’t win a single game when the scores were announced. I, myself, was too busy playing my own game to bother really making much of an effort except where Eastlyn was concerned, so I take the ribbing from the others like a champ. As for Rambo and her mad shooting skills, I think she was lucky to have maybe made one shot, but I’m pretty confident she’s not too upset with the outcome either.

  By the time we’re ready to leave, I’m not sure which game we’re more sweaty from, theirs or ours.

  13

  Better Than Dipping Sauce

  “Let me guess. You found the sauc—Oh! Coy?”

  A make-up free Eastlyn, looking more beautiful than ever—wearing an old pair of grey joggers and a tight black V-neck T-shirt that pulls across her chest—answers her door with a pizza box in hand.

  “Hey.” I offer a grin.

  “What are you doing here? I thought you were the pizza guy coming back with my dipping sauce,” she giggles, and the sound goes straight to my dick. Since laser tag last night—and Keaton’s genius idea about kino—I’d kino-ed Eastlyn so much that I gave myself the biggest case of blue balls. I feel as though I’m detoxing; I’ve been going through the worst withdrawals.

  The need to fuck this woman is now all-consuming. Even after jacking myself off to images of how she’d felt and responded when I kept touching her last night, I’m still wound up tighter than I’ve ever been. Eastlyn Hatfield is responsive as fuck. And, like a starved man, I’m here for more. I had a plan to draw this out, to be sure this is what we both wanted since so much is at stake if it goes wrong, but I’ll admit, I’m in way over my head. She needs to be mine, and it needs to be tonight.

  Cocking her head to the side, she’s about to speak when I move into her space. I drop my eyes to feast on the cleavage she’s sporting before licking my lips in appreciation, and then my mouth overtakes hers in a searing kiss.

  Dropping the pizza box onto the floor, she automatically pulls me in the way she seems to enjoy, kissing me back with the same ferocious intensity. Stopping the kiss, she moves her hand up, resting it on my cheek. After taking me in for a moment, a beautiful smile greets me and I feel nothing but rightness in my world. Leaning in slowly, a whisper’s breath separating our mouths, she runs her thumb along my lips. “I’m glad you’re here, even if you did destroy my pizza.” She rises on her tiptoes and rests her forehead against mine before she gently ghost kisses her lips over mine again.

  Suddenly, I lose any restraint I’d been showing.

  Moving my hands into her hair, I hold her head in place hard, her mouth still mashed into mine. Slipping my tongue in to mesh and move with hers, I can’t get enough. It’s sloppy, it’s rough, and it’s all consuming. It’s—perfection. A soft moan escapes her throat, echoing one of my own, giving me all the go-ahead I need to finally take things to the next level.

  Grabbing her by the waist, I scoop her up. She wraps her legs around me as I kick the door closed behind us.

  “Which way?” I grunt.

  “To the left.” she answers, before biting my bottom lip. My cock rasps against my zipper, begging for freedom in response to her affection. I hold her tight, feeling an intense heat from between her legs when she starts grinding down on my cock, just like she did in her parents’ kitchen.

  “Been waiting too long for this, baby,” I say, looking into her lust-filled eyes.

  “Not my fault. You knew where I was all these years.” A cocky smirk tugs at her lip as she sasses me, even when drunk with desire.

  “I know. And you’ll feel it when I slip my cock inside you and fuck you like I’m making up for lost time. ’Cause I will be,” I promise.

  “Oh God,” she cries, pressing herself harder against my raging hard-on. My hands move to her ass and grope it, helping to move her up and down over and over my hard length while I carry her down the hall to her room.

  “Fuck, yes, do it. God, Coy, fuck me just like that.”


  “I plan on it, Sprinkles,” I laugh, then toss her onto the bed. Finally.

  “Shirt off. Now,” I demand, and watch her scurry onto her knees, whipping her T-shirt off to expose her tits, all snug in a lacy black bra. “Now the bra,” I add, and she complies, tossing it at my head. Catching it, I take a quick whiff. I stare at her perfect tits, tits I’ve dreamt about sucking and licking, about slipping my dick between while she licks the tip of my cock like it’s her favourite flavour of lollipop—the one she can’t get enough of. Still inhaling her scent from the fabric, I continue to tell her what I want. “Smells sweet, just like you. Now, the pants. Give me the pants.” I toss the bra behind me. I’m actually panting, this girl has got me so fucking jacked.

  Nodding, she lays down and lifts her ass up off the bed before making slow work of pulling off first one stretchy leg, then the other. Her jogging pants come off and are flung into my hands. As before, I bring them up to my face. Finding the crotch, I lift them up to my face and inhale. Beautiful—like tangerines, citrusy and tangy.

  “You smell so fucking good.”

  “Shit, Coy…” Her eyes go wide and her mouth opens in that beautiful cocksucking “O” that makes me want to drive my hard dick in and out of her luscious mouth. I see her thighs shaking in response to my actions, and the thought of her whole body convulsing under my touch has me reaching down to squeeze my aching cock, begging him not to lose control just yet.

  “Now, the panties. Be a good girl and toss them to me, Eastlyn,” I growl, and she does, Sliding them down off one foot then the other, she tosses them my way. “That’s my good girl.” Once again, I bring the lacy fabric to my nose, deeply inhaling her unique scent, the one that I already know will keep me coming back for seconds, thirds…just plain more. Rubbing them along my face, I savour the dampness I feel from her arousal. “You’re so fucking wet, too fucking perfect…” I tell her, before putting them in the pocket of my jeans.