Page 20 of The Secret Play

She laughed and I moved in. I kissed her, her hands on my shoulders and mine cradling her face. Her lips were soft and warm, and the world around us seemed to fade into nothing.

And then it started to rain.

At first, it was just a light drizzle, but within seconds, it turned into a full downpour. Gemma laughed against my lips, and I couldn’t help but laugh too, pulling her closer as the rain soaked through our clothes.

“Guess this date isn’t done going wrong,” I said, grinning.

“Depends on how you look at it,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“We should find someplace to lay low until the rain passes?—”

“Why would we do that? You’ll keep me warm, won’t you, Casey?”

I answered without words, slanting my mouth over hers as I backed her against a nearby tree that stood in a cluster of them. It was the most privacy we could find in the moment, and since no one had been around before the storm, I wasn’t too concerned with propriety.

The rain on her lips, the way it soaked through her dress so it clung tighter to her body, I was lost in my senses and all of them pointed to Gemma.

She wasn’t shy about what she wanted, either. Her hands wandered down over my pants, and I hadn’t planned on that, but I wasn’t about to turn it down.

I wanted Gemma. It wasn’t right of me—consorting with a player’s family was strictly forbidden for a number of reasons. But I couldn’t remember a single one of them at the moment. She had me, and I couldn’t help myself.

I reached beneath her dress, my hand sliding between her thighs. She groaned in my mouth, and it was a sound I wanted to hear over and over. Blood was pouring into my cock. “You like this, don't you.”

“Don’t stop!”

I couldn’t help but smile hearing that. When I slipped my hand into her underwear, she was wet already, and her body jolted when I played with her. She was tight on my fingers, and her whimpers only grew when I worked her over.

She rode my hand, bucking between me and the tree with her arms around my neck for balance. We kissed, but it was more than that.

It was everything.

As she came, she cried out, the rain drowning out the sound. I gentled my fingers out of her, and she gasped, “I want more.”

Thank God.

I pressed my forehead to hers. “Tell me what you want, Gemma.”

“I want you inside of me.”

No sweeter words in the English language. Unfortunately, I was unprepared. “I don’t have a condom.”

She pulled one from her purse. “I do.”

I put it on, and with a furtive glance around the park, asked one more time, “How do you want me?”

“Bad.” She giggled.

“I mean, what angle?” But I didn't wait for an answer.

I kissed her and picked her up, so her back was against the tree and her legs belted my waist.

I slid inside of her and the deeper I went, the more her head tipped back to the tree as she moaned. Her exposed throat begged to be licked and bitten, and I obliged, tasting every raindrop that dared to touch her.

I pumped deep into her and relished the feel of her tight heat. It was addictive, this feeling. I should have been scared to death, unable to perform. We were in public. She was too young for me. She was one of my player’s sisters.

But none of that mattered. Or maybe the forbidden aspect added an edge that I didn’t want to acknowledge.

Gemma rode me rough, bouncing on my cock like it belonged to her. And in the moment, it did.

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