Page 112 of Well Played

BRETT: Text me at this number and I’ll answer any question you have. Maybe more. Because I do love the ocean and absolutely want to have the time of my life tonight.

She fucking texted me her number to my phone. With my phone.

BRETT: I thought you said you were calling someone, Tornado?

I added the moniker as her name in my contacts.

TORNADO: Tornado, huh?

With a smirk, I responded. Not just because my dick wanted it. The fucking initiative. Damn.

BRETT: You ran away before I could catch your name and left me in shambles.

TORNADO: Maybe you didn’t earn it yet.

BRETT: Earn it?

TORNADO: I’ll make it easy. Tell me what your first thought was when you saw me.

Mine, or my dick’s?I thought. Fourth shot went down, smooth and warm. Not that I needed it to tell her, because my dick and I were in agreement.

BRETT: Only if you do the same, Tornado.

TORNADO: Oh, I can do that. You first.

Fuck it.My plan for the night fell into place the second I turned and found myself face to face with sunset eyes and lips meant for kissing and being wrapped around my cock. Might be a bit too much.

BRETT: I thought you looked like a sunset. Then I wondered how you’d taste. Everywhere.

I resisted the urge to turn around and see where she ran off to after giving back my phone. But, fuck, I’d love to see her face when she read my text. See if her lips parted, pupils dilated. Did it turn her on, or did she think I was some random creeper hanging out in my post wedding party suit?

TORNADO: I wondered how you’d look when I choked on your cock. So we’re not too far off.

Holy fuck.

BRETT: Oh, honey. You shouldn’t say things like that unless you mean them.

TORNADO: Tell me what you would do if I gave you my room number and left my door unlocked. Waited in bed only wearing my thong and bra. My back to you when you walk in.

For a few seconds, I didn’t dare move, my dick was so hard. Fuck, this girl, whoever she was, was either crazy as fuck, or needed to get laid as badly as I did.

BRETT: Playing a dangerous game, Little Tornado.

TORNADO: I can tell you’re the kind of man who knows how to give me what I need. Or am I wrong?

BRETT: Honey, when I told you you should be having the time of your life, I meant it.

TORNADO: Don’t disappoint me, Daddy. Room 713.

Before I could type a response, her dark tipped hand slid into view along with a key card. I resisted the urge to take her in my arms, kiss her until she melted, so I could whisk her upstairs and give her what she asked for. I waited, not turning to look at her, hard as a fucking rock.

“This is so we’re clear on what I want, and that includes you taking everything the way I meant it. You know where I’ll be. Please don’t leave me waiting too long.”

The warmth of her body behind me vanished, and I felt her loss immediately. The key card on the bar top gleamed like a damn beacon in the dim glow of the bar.

Fuck yes.She had the kind of body a man could get lost in and forget all the shit tumbling around in it. And I intended to get lost all fucking night.

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