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“Oh really? And what is your type?” I ask, spearing my hands in his hair and tipping my head back to welcome more of his kisses along the length of my neck.
“You. My angel is my type.”
“Because of my pretty face and big tits?”
He mimics me, sliding his hands through my hair, and kisses me on the lips, slow and sensual, only drawing back to say, “Because of your pretty soul and big heart.” Then his lips are back on mine as I drink in his words, his affection, his sincerity, and they tattoo themselves upon my heart and soul.
My lower belly flutters, and because I can’t straddle him like I want to, I stand up, pulling him up with me. I wind my arms around his neck and hike my knee up by his hip.
James takes the hint and boosts me up with his hands under my thighs so I can wrap my legs around his waist. He adjusts my weight so he can slide his hands under my skirt to palm my ass cheeks.
I moan at the feel of his large hands kneading my flesh. Fisting my hands in the back of his thick hair, I grind against his swelling erection and plead, “Take me to bed, J—”
There’s a soft rap of knuckles against the door before it swings open a few inches, and Isaiah pops his head through the crack, smirking at me wrapped around James.
“Whoops, sorry to interrupt. Do you, uh, want us to leave?”
“Yes,” James says.
“No,” I say at the same time, making James pout. He actually pouts his lips, and it’s the cutest thing ever. I give him a quick kiss that turns into two that he then tries to deepen, and Isaiah makes a choking sound.
I break the kiss with a sigh and slide down to my feet. I tug on James’s shirt to make him lean down, then whisper in his ear, “We can pick up where we left off when your game is over. We’ve got those condoms, remember?”
James grips me by the hips and pulls me flush against him, his erection bulging against my belly. “Fuck yes, I remember. You sure I can’t make them leave right now?”
I push him away and out the door, closing it behind me so I can laugh without having to muffle the sound. “Yes, I’m sure. Now go. Have fun.”
He pulls me in for one more heated kiss, then makes his way back to the kitchen after adjusting the bulge in his jeans. I distinctly hear the sound of a back slap and Isaiah filling Martin in on what he caught us doing.
“You’re fucking kidding me. I thought he was making it all up when he said they were together,” comes Martin’s deep voice. “I told myself I was going to warn her about his delusions so she could make a break for it. Walk her across the street myself if need be.”
“Yeah, me too,” Isaiah says with a laugh. “Thought we’d have to pull some kind of intervention.” There’s a grumble that I know must come from James, and Isaiah says, “Better put a ring on her finger before one of us gets there first.”
“The fuck you will, asshole,” James says with a growl.
I was so wrong. James did tell his friends about me, and they simply didn’t believe him. It leaves me feeling giddy and lightheaded, though it does give me pause that they thought it was so outlandish that we could be a couple, the same as James’s siblings. I just don’t get it. James is amazing, so sweet and caring, and he is honest to god, the sexiest man I’ve ever seen in real life. I mean, have they not seen his six-pack abs or something?
I may have told James to go back to playing his game, but that doesn’t mean I’m not counting down the minutes until he’s done. Then we can play our own games, just the two of us.
Chapter 24
James
I play for shit all night, though Isaiah, Martin, and I have a hell of a lot more fun after kicking Mara out. What happened earlier has me reevaluating my interactions with her over the years, and it’s easy to see now how much of a drag she was. I don’t know how I didn’t see her behavior for what it was before.
What I thought at the time was a sarcastic and crass sense of humor was actually her being an ass to us in the guise of “just joking”. Also, all the weird touching she did. She definitely went out of her way tonight to touch me more than usual under Shayla’s apparent watchful eye, but it’s not the first time she’s done it. It makes my skin crawl to think about it.
Eventually, Shayla announces she can’t concentrate on her homework while we are having so much fun and asks if she can sit and watch us play. Fuck, yes.
“Of course.” Martin yanks Mara’s vacated chair to his side of the table and pats the seat. “Come sit next to me, and I’ll teach you everything you need to know,” he says in his panty-dropping voice that even makes my angel blush.
“I think the fuck not,” I bark and pull Shayla down on my lap, which is both enjoyable and painful since my dick is achingly hard under her ass for the remainder of the night. It doesn’t help that her short and sexy white skirt keeps working its way up her thighs every time she shifts, and I can’t keep my hands off of her smooth skin.
When we finally call it a night, the guys invite her to our next game night with promises that Mara is gone for good, which she excitedly accepts. I’m excited, too. I get the warm fuzzies that they are accepting her into our group, which has been small and tight-knit ever since we started playing together after college.
Shayla offers to clear the table while I push the guys toward the front door. “Better not fuck it up with your dream girl, bro. A woman like her will have a line of guys ready to pick up the pieces if you break her heart. Of course, if you do, I’ll be the first to offer a shoulder to cry on because I’m nice like that.” Isaiah winks, and a slow smile spreads from ear to ear when I clench my jaw.
“Nope, I’ll be the first in line. Imagine how beautiful and smart our kids would be. A red-headed Lainey or two running around,” Martin jokes, painting a picture I want to rip apart.
