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  Chapter Two

  Lacy Pierce

  Using an elastic hair tie from my purse, I piled my hair up in a messy top knot while I looked around the enormous living room. Who would have thought the cute guy with the sexy double dimple smile and black-rimmed glasses could blow my mind on an elevator? Or have a place like this and a freaking Porsche Spyder? I eased down into the warm bubbling water of the hot tub, still trying to wrap my mind around it all.

  I'd been sitting alone at Sin, pissed at the world when Will walked up and put a smile on my face. I'd noticed him watching me while he and his friend Joe were sitting at the bar and Erica, Kylie and I danced. My best friends from high school had begged me to come out with them to try and get my mind off of my recent breakup with Zack…that fucking asshole.

  I'd met Zack Bradford during my junior year summer internship with the Charlotte Observer. I spent a few weeks at training camp with the sports writer, interviewing each player on the starting line of the Wildcats professional football team.

  Zack was the gorgeous and massive, six foot five, first round draft pick from Carolina. He was soon going to be starting quarterback for the team. He'd flirted with me every day of camp, and whenever he saw me on the practice field. I was stunned that People magazine's "Sexiest Man Alive" had noticed me and, not only that, had actually talked to me.

  I knew he was a player of more than the game of football. I'd heard the rumors so I'd tried not to let his attention go to my head. Then one afternoon I ran into him heading to the locker room after practice. Wearing nothing but black nylon shorts and cleats, I couldn't resist his charm or his sculpted body when he backed me up against the wall in an equipment room and had his rough, but incredible way with me.

  After that I bought into all the bullshit he sold, thinking I was the only one he was seeing. I found out in January when I surprised him at a game in Atlanta that he was cheating on me and fucking a girl down there. After that he admitted there had also been women in New York, Baltimore, and a few in Charlotte. The man-whore.

  Being a dumbass, star-struck young girl I had forgiven him. We'd been on again and off again while I kept on believing his lies, and continued to think that he'd stopped messing around and only wanted me. Until a few days ago. At graduation I told him I was coming home to Greensboro, not moving into his mansion in Charlotte to travel around as his groupie during football season. He'd been pissed that I'd dare end things with Zack fucking Bradford, last year's Rookie of the Year and the hottest man alive. The tabloids, however, showed he'd already moved on just freaking fine, despite what he said in all his many recent voicemails and texts.

  So tonight when I saw Will, I wanted him just because he looked safe and sexy, and he'd used a sweet pickup line that had made me laugh. I thought he was the anti-Zack, but now I wasn't so sure. Other than being much smaller and leaner in stature, Will had thick brown hair instead of blonde, and green eyes instead of full of shit brown ones. Will's glasses and big smile made him so damn adorable. After seeing him blush, I thought he'd be the type of sweet guy that would be too shy to undress me, and after I eventually stripped myself, he'd make slow, nice and easy love to me. Boy had I been wrong.

  The smart looking man had blown my mind, going down on me and then fucking me in the elevator of all places. It was better than all the times I'd ever been with Zack, the selfish, arrogant prick who, after the first few dates, thought flashing his buff body was enough to get women off. Mr. Sexiest Man Alive never worked to ensure orgasms happened, and didn't seem to care either way.

  Now to find out Will was rich, made me think I was all wrong about him. I didn't want to fall for another man that would require me to compete with hordes of women lining up to fuck him, or one with a busy career that took up most of his time. With his looks and sexual abilities, not to mention his place and Porsche, I was almost certain Will, like Zack, never had an empty bed.

  "You look awfully serious. This is supposed to be a place to relax," Will teased with his wide grin when he joined me in the warm water. He'd taken off his glasses, making his light green eyes stand out even more. And wow, underneath his clothes he was hiding a damn fine body.

  Even though he was lean, he was muscular and nicely tanned all over, with bulkier biceps than I expected. His shoulders and chest were wide, narrowing to a smooth, flat stomach with a dark treasure line that led right to his long, thick cock. That was as far as I made it in my perusal before he sank down into the water. "So what are you thinking about so hard?" he asked.

  "I was just thinking that you owe me two more orgasms," I replied, wanting to get my mind off of Zack again.

  "You're a demanding little thing, aren't you," he said, heading towards me through the waist high water with a cocky grin. "It's a good thing I'm up for the challenge."

  "Already?" I teased.

  "Yes, already. I'm not an eighty-year-old man."

  I laughed as he sat down in one of the sunken jacuzzi seats, then pulled me on top of him. I realized right away that he was telling the God's honest truth when I felt his cock harden between my legs, sending the spark of arousal through me again. I started to lower myself down onto him but he stopped me, putting his hand between my legs.

  "Not yet. I'm going to fuck you with my fingers before I let you ride my cock, just to take the pressure off. Any orgasms after the fifth are just a bonus right?"

  I smiled and threaded my hands through the back of his wavy brown hair, covering his lips with mine while his fingers started teasing me. At the same moment his tongue dipped into my mouth his finger entered my pussy, making me moan as he deepened the kiss and his penetration. The hot water made me even more aroused as it heated the blood pooling between my legs.

  I grabbed onto Will's shoulders when his thumb found my clit. My body began to shake and my hips went wild as the release was ripped from me, making me cry out. What exactly I said, I wasn't sure and didn't care.

  While I recovered, Will sat me down beside of him so he could stand up and roll on the condom he’d tossed into one of the cup holders. "Here, let me," I told him, when my mouth decided to form coherent words again.

  "No, that's okay. I've got it," he said.

  "But I want to lick your dick before you cover it," I told him, and he froze. Taking advantage of his surprise, I moved through the water until I was in front of him, and then took the length still in his hand into my mouth. I knew I was probably one of the few women in the world that actually enjoyed sucking cock, but I liked being able to make even the toughest men whimper.

  "Damn, Lacy," Will swore as his hips thrust forward. I gripped his ass cheeks with both hands to encourage him. I sucked him down my throat, all the way to the base, then reached around and grabbed his balls before I retreated. "Fuck, fuck, fuckkkk!" he groaned above me in response.

  A few more trips up and down his velvety smooth cock, and he begged me to stop. He quickly rolled on the condom still in his hand then sat down in the tub, pulling me back on top of him.

  "Ride me, and ride me hard," he said, as I sank down on his length, holding his shoulders and taking all of him in one swift move.

  "God, Lacy. Stay with me tonight. Otherwise ... I'll swear this was all a fucking dream," he said, when I started moving my hips up and down his hard shaft. I couldn't think or speak after that as the pleasure gathered deep in my belly. My sex began throbbing around him with those wonderful pulsations that felt oh so good, right before my orgasm erupted in wave after wave of pleasure. I collapsed on Will's chest and his arms wrapped tightly around me, holding me comfortingly to him.

  "Wow," I said, kissing his chest before winding my arms around his neck. I laid my head down, resting it on his damp shoulder to recover. I was suddenly exhausted. I guess five orgasms in about thirty minutes will do that to a girl.

  "This is by far the best night of my life," Will said, pressing a kiss against my ear. I nodded in agreement against him.

  We sat there quietly in the water, and my eyes closed, enjoying the
feeling of his warm body against mine, his heartbeat thumping against my chest. I wasn't used to just being held. I didn't have any serious relationships before Zack, and he didn't think there was any reason for us to touch each other if we weren't fucking. Asshole. I had to stop thinking about him.

  "Lacy? Would you rather go get in bed?" a masculine voice asked, waking me from sleep.

  "Huh?" I asked groggily.

  "You’ve been asleep for a while now. I don't mind if we stay right here all night, but I don't want to fall asleep and have you drown."

  I lifted my head and looked around, finally remembering where I was and who I was with. We were in Will's hot tub and after I'd fucked him, I'd fallen asleep on him. Wow, that's embarrassing.

  "Shit, I'm sorry, Will. Why didn't you wake me up sooner?" I asked.

  "Because I didn't want to move. You're going to stay here tonight, right?" he asked softly when I looked up into his lime green eyes.

  "Yeah, I'd really like to stay with you."

  After my break up with Zack I swore to myself I wouldn't jump right back into a relationship with another guy. But with Will…he seemed like a great guy, worth making an exception for.

  "Good, then let's get to bed," he said with a smile. "I'll grab us some towels."

  He sat me on the seat beside him, then stood up and climbed out of the warm water. He wrapped a towel around himself before offering one for me. With Will’s help I somehow made it out of the hot tub without slipping and breaking my neck. He wrapped the towel around me and rubbed up and down my arms, trying to warm me from the chill of the air conditioner running.

  I looked up into Will’s eyes and noticed just how tired he seemed to be, too. I couldn't wait to curl up in bed with him, and maybe spend some time getting to know each other over the weekend.

  After we quickly dried off I followed Will down the hall to his bedroom. Damn, he had a big bed. I wasn't sure how I was even going to get up on the mountainous thing until I saw the wooden steps on the side. Letting my towel go, I climbed up then dove naked into the center of the thick mattress.

  "Holy shit. This is the most comfortable bed ever," I told Will when he fell in beside me.

  "I know, right," he replied. Moving against my back he pulled the covers over us and wrapped himself comfortingly around me before I passed out.

  ...

  I woke up from what had to be the best sleep, in the most comfortable bed, of my entire life. I immediately became aware of an arm draped heavily around my naked waist and morning wood against my ass. I waited for the regret or shame to hit. But nope, it didn't come. I really liked Will, even though we'd just met and I didn't know much about him. He was sexy and sweet, and being with him was amazing.

  "Mmm. You are real, it wasn’t a dream," Will said sweetly from behind me, pressing a kiss to the back of my neck and tightening his grip on my waist. His lips moved down, kissing along my spine all the way under the covers, until he came to my tailbone. He pushed me onto my back an instant before his tongue thrust between my legs.

  "Oh!" I cried out when my hips shot up off the mattress. Will held them down to keep licking me frantically until my head spun. "Oh God yes, Will! Don't stop!" I exclaimed, when his very talented tongue found that magical spot. "Yes! Yes!" I screamed my release, barely conscious and not caring how loud I was as the sweet, wonderful waves of ecstasy rolled through me.

  I floated back down from my high and laid completely still, unable to move a muscle. My legs felt like jelly and my arms laid limply above my head. My eyes were still closed when I heard the tearing of a condom wrapper and felt Will's weight on top me. His knee spread my legs wider to make room for him between them. His lips found mine right as his hard cock entered me, causing my body to automatically respond. My tongue stroked his and my hips rose, working to meet his thrusts until I was writhing in bliss underneath him again.

  "Thank you for staying, and for an incredible night," Will said against my neck, after his body collapsed down on top of mine. "I had to have you one last time."

  That sounded a helluva lot like he was saying goodbye. Not just a, "See ya later," but an "It was nice knowing you" one.

  "So this…this was just a one-night stand? Is that what you're saying, while your dick is still in me?" I asked, beginning to get angry. We were supposed to be more than that. He was supposed to be a good guy, damn it!

  "Well, what else would it be?" he had the nerve to ask. It almost sounded like he genuinely didn't have a clue. Maybe one night hookups were all that he knew.

  I pushed against his chest to get him off of me. I needed to get dressed and get the hell out of here before tears fell. I wasn't expecting a marriage proposal after one night, but damn, I thought he might want to see me again. Nope, he'd just wanted to fuck me.

  "You really fooled me. I thought you were actually different," I said, too ashamed to look at him as I tried to figure out how to get off the high two story bed. "Why is your bed so fucking high?"

  I finally found the steps and climbed down, heading for the living room to find my dress. Will didn't even follow me or try to stop me as I dressed, then grabbed my things and left his apartment. No, "Can I get your number and call you sometime?" Nothing. He didn't even know my last name. I was just a random girl he'd fucked a few times. Why the hell had he even asked me to stay? He should've just kicked me out last night and been done with me. Oh, but then he wouldn't have been able to get in a quick fuck this morning. I can’t believe I’d been so wrong about him.

  Waiting for the elevator I pulled my cell phone out from my purse to call a cab and realized it was dead. Shit. Used, dismissed and now stranded. It was turning out to be a helluva day. My tears started falling before the elevator doors closed.

  Chapter Three

  Will

  I laid my head down on the mattress, right where just seconds ago the most gorgeous woman I'd ever met had been lying. Up until I’d opened my mouth and sent her running.

  It wasn't like I had a choice. It was already ten o'clock; Dylan and Jules's plane was due in around noon. Besides, I knew Lacy would never date someone like me, especially after she found out I'd lied to her. She could have any man she wanted, so why would she want more than a night with me to get over some other man who had broken her heart?

  I wallowed in my own misery for a few more minutes before I pushed myself up, striped the sheets off the bed, and threw them in the wash. Jules would be pissed if she found out I fucked someone in their bed. I better throw some extra chemicals in the hot tub to clean it from the sex, too. And I'd never be able to get in the elevator in this building without thinking about Lacy. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  I cleaned up the apartment, and had just finished putting the clean sheets on the bed when I heard the key in the lock.

  "I'm still here," I warned them, when they came in kissing and all over each other. My sister was in Dylan's arms, since he was apparently carrying her over the threshold. And here I was interrupting their moment.

  "Shit, Will!" Jules exclaimed. "You scared the piss out of me. Seriously. I'll be right back," she said, as she wiggled out of Dylan's hold then headed quickly down the hall.

  I looked back at Dylan, who seemed tanner in his cargo shorts and tee, and like he hadn't stopped smiling in days.

  “How was Hawaii?” I asked, then cringed. “Never mind, I don’t want to hear any details about your honeymoon.”

  "How have things been going here?" Dylan laughed.

  "Your life sucks," I told him.

  "My single life sucked. My married life is fucking awesome! Did you see the woman I get to spend every day and night with forever?"

  "Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

  "You're awfully grumpy. Does that mean you didn't get any ass with my Porsche? I thought it was a sure thing," he said, bringing their luggage inside and shutting the door.

  "I got some alright. She was so out of my league it's not even funny. Then I fucked it up."

  "Well, back to the real world after tomo
rrow. For all of us."

  "You mean you're actually going to work for the first time in your sorry-ass life?" I joked.

  "Yeah, I've got a wife to support now," he replied with a big grin.

  "Right," I said, rolling my eyes. Dylan had never worked a day in his life. He'd just graduated from Madison, and next week he was going to work as the VP of his dad's company, Daughtry Brewing. I was willing to bet that over the years his parents had never let his trust fund dip below nine figures.

  "Whew, I feel better," Jules said when she returned to the living room. Her hair, which was the same plain brown as mine, was braided in pigtails, her normally fair skin was tan, and her green eyes, so similar to mine, sparkled. She looked happier than I'd ever seen her, and I was glad for her. For them. Hell, I wished I had what they had.

  "So what've you been up to this week?" she asked.

  "Oh you know, work, mostly. I went out to Sin with Joe last night," I laughed, remembering how I'd left him. "The man has it bad for his enemy."

  "Enemy?" Jules asked in confusion.

  "Prosecutor. Apparently one that loves making an ass of him."

  "What about you? Did you pick up any gold diggers in his car?" she asked.

  I didn't think Lacy had been a gold digger, but she wouldn't have wanted a nobody like me.

  "Yeah."

  "Then why do you look like someone just ran over your puppy?" she asked with a grin.

  "It was just a one-night stand. I don't know her last name, and didn't get her phone number before she ran out of here this morning."

  "You didn't fuck her in our bed did you?" Jules asked, having told me more than once I was only to sleep in the spare room.

  Heat flooded my face before I could try to lie convincingly.

  "You did! You asshole!" Jules exclaimed, jabbing my shoulder with her tiny fist.

  "I washed the sheets. Oh, and I put extra chemicals in the hot tub."