All In:Playing the Fool(4)

Ready to go in record time, I grasped the back of Lacy's upper thighs  again, lifting her against the corner of the elevator wall before  thrusting into her.

"Oh fuck!" I groaned at the tight, warm sensation, at the same time as  she cried out. She was so slippery wet I could barely stay inside. I  pounded my hips into hers, hearing her gasp or appreciatively moan my  name or God's with each hard, deep thrust.

Lacy's arms were wrapped snuggly around my neck, just as tightly as her  legs clasped around my waist. Those blazing blue eyes of hers finally  came open, looking right into mine.

"You ... are so damn gorgeous," I told her. "And you taste  …  God, you  taste so fucking incredible." I covered her mouth with mine, letting her  taste herself as I held her up and kept thrusting into my very own  heaven right here on Earth.

Too soon I felt my release catching up with me. Thankfully, she came  first, squeezing the shit out of my cock, and trapping me inside of her  until I came so hard I saw stars burst in my vision.

Kissing her softly, I took a few minutes to recover from the best orgasm  of my life, before I sat her feet back on the floor. Still panting, I  helped her pull her panties back up over her shoes and her dress down,  then reached over and hit the release button on the elevator. I zipped  my cock back up into my pants, condom and all, then pressed one, two,  zero, seven, Dylan's birthday, which was the four digit penthouse code  required for us to begin our ascent to the top.

The elevator was awfully quiet, other than our heavy breathing. I looked  over at Lacy from my corner, trying to give her some space. She was  still slumped against the wall, chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes  wide and hazy, face flushed with arousal, looking shocked and awed. The  woman was so goddamn sexy it hurt.

"What the fuck just happened?" she asked softly.

"I think I just made you come three times in five minutes," I replied, unable to help my smug smile. "Is that a new record?"

"Oh yeah," she said in an exhale, running her fingers through her long  hair. "I didn't know you had it in you. There's like an unbelievable sex  god hiding underneath your unassuming, good guy exterior."         

     



 

"Sex god?" I laughed at the absurd comment. "How much did you have to  drink tonight?" I asked, now worried that she was drunk and I was taking  advantage of her. That would explain why someone like her would want to  come home with me. Either that or the lie that I was rich. Goddamn it.

"All I had was that one strawberry daiquiri, that I didn't even finish," she replied.

"Did someone slip something into it?" I asked. She smiled and shook her head.

"No. I never let men buy me drinks or touch them."

Good thing I hadn't used the "Can I buy you a drink?" line, or I  would've been shot down instead of standing here with her, having just  finished up a round of mind-blowing sex.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened on the top floor. "Ladies  first," I said. I picked up her long lost purse, handing it to her and  then motioned for her to go ahead of me. When she started to walk  forward her ankles wobbled in her heels, so I grabbed her around her  waist to steady her. I loved knowing that I'd thrown a beautiful woman  like Lacy off balance. She leaned against the hallway wall while I  unlocked Dylan and Jules's door.

"Holy shit, this is nice," she said when we entered the foyer. "What  exactly is it that you do with computers to have all this?" she asked,  waving her hands around. "And that car."

Fuck. Lie or tell the truth? I knew a woman like Lacy was a  one-night-only deal for me. She'd come to her senses in the morning,  regretting fucking a complete stranger to get over some other guy. She'd  probably sneak out before the sun came up. What the hell.

"I've designed a few apps and software programs." Both technically true,  but I'd let her think I made more than the few thousand from each.

"Huh," she said as she looked around. "Is that a hot tub?"

"Yeah," I replied as I headed for it. I stuck my hand in to test the  temperature before knocking the dial up to one hundred four and turning  on the bubbles and light show. "You want to get in?" I asked. When I  turned around Lacy was already naked, her dress and panties at her feet.  "Fuck. Me. You are too damn perfect to be real."

She slipped her heels off then stalked toward me, paralyzing me as I  stared at all her incredible curves, those perky tits bouncing, and her  small narrow waist before a swell of hips. Her pussy still glistened  from where I'd just gotten her off three times.

"I plan to fuck you in there as soon as you're up for it. Have you got a  few more condoms?" she asked. I nodded praying I could find some of  Dylan's. Her lips brushed over mine and I swore I had to be dreaming. If  so I needed to move quickly before I woke up. After palming a handful  of one of her breasts, I had to pull my lips away from hers to cover  that perky nipple and roll it around in my mouth.

"Mmm that feels so good," Lacy moaned, combing her fingers through my  hair. I switched and rubbed her nipple between my finger and thumb while  I sucked on the other one. "Everything you do to me feels so damn  good," she said softly.

The woman must have had some seriously shitty past lovers if she liked  how I touched her. I've been with my fair share of women, maybe twenty  or so, but I sure as hell wasn't an expert. None of my past  relationships had lasted longer than a few weeks … well, except for  Alexis. The two of us were never serious, she was just a closet freak  who I can admit I learned a lot from. For months the girl asked me to  fuck her in all sorts of kinky ass ways she'd never tried, but had only  read about in books. I never complained or minded indulging in her  unusual requests, until she asked me to do some sort of erotic  asphyxiation shit. That was a big hell no.

I pulled my mouth and hands away from Lacy before I went too far and  couldn't stop. I needed condoms. Lots and lots of motherfucking condoms.  Dylan, the rich bastard, better have some. I cringed thinking about why  he'd need them. My little sister. Ugh, God. I'm not sure if I'll ever  get used to the idea of the two of them together.

"Go ahead and climb in and I'll be right back," I told Lacy, finally  forcing myself to back away from her. I had to clean myself up in the  bathroom and get rid of the condom still on me so I could search for  more.

I'd been sleeping in the guest bedroom every night I'd stayed here,  since that was one of the rules. But I couldn't walk Lacy past the  master bedroom without her wondering what the fuck was going on. So  that's where I headed.

As soon as I walked in my eyes went to straight to the humungous canvas  photo hanging over the mile high bed. The one completely in black and  white except for the red lips, red heels and colors of the balls on the  pool table. The disturbing sight of seeing my sister bent over, looking  over her shoulder and showing her ass in some sort of lingerie.         

     



 

Goddamn it. That had to go. Not just because I wasn't going to be able  to have sex with my sister's half-naked picture in the room, but because  our resemblance was so close. Trying to explain why I would have that  picture of my sister in what is supposed to be my bedroom would be too  bizarre.

After cleaning up in the master bath, I stood up on the bed to pull the  photo down and stowed it in the closet before going through drawers  looking for condoms. After a discovery of all sorts of shit I wished I'd  never seen, including more pictures that made me want to vomit, I  finally found a box. But of course they were XL Magnum condoms. I wasn't  small by any means, but if the huge bastards didn't stay on me this was  going to be incredibly embarrassing.





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.