With Me In Seattle: Play With Me Part 11

"What is it?" I whisper.

"I want you."

"I sort of figured that out, babe." I offer him a smile, but he doesn't return it. Maybe this is an invitation without actually asking me, to make good on what I said in the stadium?

"Are you wearing underwear?" I ask him.

He laughs ruefully a finally! a and shakes his head. "Of course. Most people do, Meg."

"Tilt your seat back," I tell him. He holds my gaze and does as I ask. I kick off my shoes and pull my legs under me in the seat, settling my b.u.t.t on my heels. Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I lean in and kiss him hard and deep, earning a growl from deep in his throat. I reach down and unb.u.t.ton and unzip his jeans and he helps me by raising his hips and shimmying his pants and really s.e.xy white boxer briefs down his hips, letting his heavy, long, thick erection spring free.

Jesus H. Christ, the man is hung! Given his height, this shouldn't surprise me in the least, but it does intimidate me. I bite my lip and look into his gorgeous blue eyes uncertainly.

"What's wrong, babe?" he asks me and runs his knuckles down my cheek.

"When we do finally get to have s.e.x, I'm not sure..." I can't complete the sentence and he chuckles.

"You'll stretch, Meg." His eyes are warm and happy, and he pulls me in for another long, slow kiss. I reach down and stroke him, loving the velvet-soft skin, the feel of the veins, and the smooth, round tip.

"G.o.dd.a.m.n, honey." He throws his head back and sucks in a deep breath. "Your hands should come with a warning label."

I grin and lick the head of his c.o.c.k, right across the top, lapping up the little bead of dew that already formed there. His hips buck up off the seat and I decide I've played nice long enough.

I want to drive him f.u.c.king mad.

I lick him from his b.a.l.l.s to the tip, and then back down again, and then, cupping his s.c.r.o.t.u.m in one hand, I sink down on him and suck.

"Holy, f.u.c.k!" He sinks his hands in my hair and gently starts to guide me up and down his hardness. I suck and lick, and suck and lick some more with each movement and continue the torture with my hands. I feel his b.a.l.l.s tighten in my right hand, and I know it won't be long before he loses control.

So I sink down on him as far as I can, until I feel him deep in my throat, and slip my finger down past his s.c.r.o.t.u.m to that sensitive skin just underneath and I rub gently, making him crazy.

"Megan, I'm going to come."

I hum in pleasure, but I feel him holding back, so I repeat the motions, move my mouth up and down his shaft, and rub that little spot below his s.c.r.o.t.u.m.

"Ah, f.u.c.k!" Will comes violently, shoots his warmth into the back of my mouth and I swallow quickly. I continue to lick and tease him as droplets continue to flow out of his slit, and I smile as his body goes lax.

I look up into his deep blue eyes and offer him a shy grin. "Was that okay?"

"Sweetheart, if that had been any more okay, I would have died."

I laugh as he tucks himself back in, and then he leans over and kisses me hard and fast.

"Stay with me tonight."

Yes!

"Not for s.e.x," he continues. "Although I'm about to kill someone if I don't get inside you soon. I just don't want to be without you tonight. You can stay in my spare room if you want."

"Can I sleep with you?"

"If you wear one of my shirts, yes."

"Deal."

Chapter Eight.

I wake with a start, sitting up in bed, disoriented. I'm swimming in a huge football jersey and boy boxer-briefs, which immediately throws me off. I take in the large room, bathed in moonlight, and remember I'm in Will's room.

In Will's bed.

The s.e.xy man is sleeping soundly next to me, on his side, facing me. His handsome face is relaxed in sleep and there is stubble starting to grow on his firm, square chin. His hair is messier than usual, begging my fingers to run through it.

So I do.

He's also in a t-shirt and pajama pants, and when he brought me here, to his beautifully decorated bedroom, and bed the size of a small country, he'd been tender and sweet and the perfect gentleman.

I love it and I hate it.

I'm ready to give my body to him. h.e.l.l, I think I've already given him my heart, and that scares the h.e.l.l out of me.

I lie like this for a long while, gently brushing his soft almost-brown hair with my fingers, memorizing his sleeping face. He shifts slightly and reaches up to take my hand in his, kisses my hand, and without opening his eyes, pulls me against his chest, wraps his arms around me and holds me close.

"Go back to sleep, sweetheart," he whispers and kisses my hair.

My eyes close, and I fall asleep to the sound of his heart against my ear.

"Do you know how to drive a stick?" Will asks me nervously as I adjust the driver's seat in his s.e.xy Mustang.

"Of course I do. Don't insult me," I shoot him a mock glare and then smile widely, jumping up and down in the seat. "Gimme the keys."

"You're adorable." He's grinning at me, enjoying my enthusiasm. He's letting me drive his car to our date tonight.

"I'm ready to drive. Hand them over, Montgomery." I hold my hand out, palm up, waiting for the keys. He kisses my palm, and then drops the keys in it.

"Okay, let's go."

I press on the clutch and start the car. It purrs to life and I sigh in happiness.

"I might have an o.r.g.a.s.m while I drive," I mention casually.

"I'd rather you didn't," Will laughs. "Let's get there in once piece, sweetheart."

"Where are we going, anyway?" I ask and start to pull into his driveway, but kill the car, making it jerk frantically.

"Holy s.h.i.t!" Will exclaims, gripping onto the car door.

"Sorry. Just getting used to the clutch." I start the car again and pull into the drive, ignoring the glares coming at me from the pa.s.senger seat.

"Don't kill my transmission."

"Oh, calm down. It's just a car, right?" I bat my eyes at him and giggle when he twists my ear in his fingers. "Where are we going?"

"Bowling. The Alley not far from your place."

"A couples date?" I ask incredulously.

"No, a family date," Will clarifies.

I stare at his profile for a second and then look back to the road and can't help but laugh. "Is this your plan to keep your hands off me until the official end of the third date?" I ask.

He smirks and then rubs his hand down his face. "f.u.c.k."

"We almost had s.e.x with your family sitting twenty feet away before, Will."

He glares at me and then smirks again. "You were hot for me even then."

"Whatever, don't flatter yourself." I smother a happy smile and focus on the conversation at hand. "Why bowling?"

"Well, a few times a year we all like to get together and go."

I gape at him, trying to wrap my head around Luke Williams, movie-star, bowling.

"It's okay, sweetheart, I'll show you how."

This time I can't stop my smug smile. I bowl quite well, thank you very much, but I choose to let him think he'll be giving me instructions. Hmm... Will, pressed up against my back, showing me how to roll the ball down the lane... yes, this has possibilities.

"So, who's going to be there?" I ask and purposely swerve on the two-lane side street, just to get a rise out of Will.

"Hey! Stay in your lane!"

"You have insurance," I smirk at him, earning another glare. I laugh out loud, enjoying both him and the car.

This car is f.u.c.king amazing.

"Who's going with us?" I ask again.

"Jules and Nate, Luke and Nat, Brynna, Isaac and Stacy, although she'll just watch because she's miserably pregnant at this point." He offers me a wide smile. "And I think Matt and Caleb and Luke's sister Sam are even coming tonight, so we'll have everyone accounted for."

"I'm going to need some drinks," I mutter and Will scowls.

"No, no alcohol for either one of us tonight." He shakes his head adamantly.

"Why ever not?"

"Because when I get you back to my bed later, I'm going to make love to you for hours, and you will not only be awake for it, you'll have full use of your beautiful brain." He takes my hand in his, links our fingers and kisses my knuckles. "I mean it, Meg, no alcohol. Please."

How can I refuse that?

"Okay, no alcohol," I agree and my stomach twists and turns nervously. He smiles softly and kisses my hand again before I pull into the bowling alley parking lot. I find a parking spot and kill the engine and take a deep, deep breath.

"Thank you for letting me drive your car," I murmur over to him with a big smile on my face.

"You're welcome. You look hot driving this car."

"It's the car. Anyone would look hot while driving it."

"Can I have my keys back now?" he asks.

We find the whole gang already in the bowling alley, putting on their shoes and choosing b.a.l.l.s. The alley is small, in an out-of-the-way neighborhood of Seattle, and I'm sure it was chosen on purpose to minimize the chance of Luke and Will being recognized. The lanes are dark, the pins and artwork lit up with black light and pop music is playing loudly. This is obviously techno-bowl night.

Will and I approach the counter.

"Rental shoes," He smiles down at me, and I grimace.

"And rental foot-disease."

He laughs loudly and kisses the top of my head. "They disinfect them, I think."

"With what, Aquanet?" I eye the spray can on the countertop and the guy behind the counter gives me the stink eye.

"Size?" the big guy asks.

"Eight," I mutter.

"Fourteen," Will responds and I giggle.

"What?" he asks.

"You know what they say about men with big feet..." I giggle again as he glares at me, and if I'm not mistaken, actually blushes.

"Behave."

"What did I say?" I ask innocently.

"Yeah, you're not innocent, babe. You just had to wear that outfit, didn't you?"

I look down at my red, thigh-length sun dress, and brown shrug and frown up at him.

"What's wrong with my dress?"