Page 41 of Playing for Keeps

Lola’s expression transforms from worried to joyful. I feel her dropping more armor from her heart.

“I don’t care about your curse,” I say, sensing where her thoughts have gone. “On the homestead, we mate for life. If you begin to distrust that fact, just run your fingers over this butterfly,” I explain and caress the diamond pendant. “Imagine how excited I was when I bought this necklace because I knew it would make you happy. That’s not a guy who gives a shit about your family curse.”

Lola’s gaze is electric. Her hands grip my shirt. Her lovely plump lips purse for me, craving my attention. I kiss Lola and savor my dream girl’s flavor.

“Val,” she says, peeling her body from mine and admiring my face.

“Yes, dear, Lola?”

Her lovely lips curve into a delicious smile. “I only ever pushed you away to protect my heart, not because I wanted you to be gone.”

“I assumed your refusal to worship me was based on a deep-seated trauma of yours. No way could it be that you weren’t interested.”

Lola narrows her eyes and considers whether to be irritated with my reply. “I still think screaming at the store was the best option.”

Throwing my head back, I laugh at how startled I was by her response. “I nearly pissed myself when you screamed that day. I’m ninety-nine percent sure a few weaker bladders gave out.”

Lola snickers at the memory as she walks backward toward her bed. “I don’t want to drag things out.”

“Ah, yes, your horniness fills the air.”

Lola inhales sharply, and I expect her to spit hot sass in my direction. Instead, she drags her shirt over her head and tosses it at me.

I’ve tugged my shirt free by the time her jeans drop to the floor. My legs nearly give out as I admire her bouncing on the mattress in only a black bra and panties.

All the blood in my body rushes straight to my dick, leaving my brain to flounder. I don’t know how long I stare at her. I feel wetness around my mouth. Am I drooling?

Once my brain reboots Terminator-style, I’m able to move my legs enough to travel to the bed where Lola swings her bra over her head.

“You look scared,” she murmurs as her fingers trace my jaw.

“I couldn’t remember how to walk for a minute,” I mumble as she tosses her bra aside. “I wasn’t ready for so much hotness. You nearly killed me, Lola.”

“You’re fine,” she reassures and rests my hands on her perfect tits. “You’re better than fine. You’re on fire. Let’s get you naked, so I can stare in wonder.”

“No,” I say, tugging my hands free. “I’m not sure you’re mature enough to handle what I’m packing.”

Lola opens her mouth to complain until she sees my fingers working the button on my jeans. Her gaze goes soft and curious. I notice her breathing shift. I watch as her perfect pink nipples harden in anticipation.

I get my jeans to my ankles before my brain struggles to function again. Lola looks like a dream as she wiggles free from her panties and tosses them at me.

Grabbing them midair, I press the soft fabric against my lips and admire Lola stretched out on the mattress. She is so fricking beautiful. Not only because she’s naked and curvy in all the best places.

Her expression is unguarded. Her blue eyes shine like jewels. I’m what Lola McGraw wants. I’ve never felt better about myself than I do right this moment as my dream girl sighs at the sight of me.

LOLA, AKA EARL’S NEW LOVER

I suspect I break Val’s brain by stripping down so quickly. Maybe I should have played coy, but who would I be fooling? The night we met, we were rubbing against each other like horny cats.

Right now, Val is stuck in his red boxers. He stares helplessly at me in between fondling my panties in his hand.

I slide off my mattress and remove Val’s shoes, socks, and jeans. Only his boxers prevent me from getting what I want.

I lift my gaze to meet his. “Maybe we’re moving too fast,” I whisper and cock an eyebrow. “Are you unable to handle this much hotness?”

Val’s shocked expression unfreezes as he smirks. “Baby, I’ve got what you need.”

“Then whip it out.”

---