Calling the Play (4 page)

He reached one arm down and lowered them to the bed without losing contact with either her pussy or her mouth. Man was a pro at this, and she didn’t mind one bit. She just felt lucky she was one of the few who got to find out live and in person how good he really was. When he had them in the position he wanted, he broke the kiss and bit her lower lip, pulling her out of her lust-induced haze.

“I’m going to fuck you really hard now,” he whispered against her lips. “I just thought I’d give you a warning.”

“Hard is good,” she said breathlessly. “I’d love to feel that gorgeous dick giving it to me hard.”

“You don’t even have to think before you say shit like that, do you?” he murmured. “You just open your mouth and turn me the fuck on.”

“No. Yes. Fuck,” she panted, not really sure what she was saying and not caring in the least.

He was as good as his word. He didn’t even work his way up to hard. He just pulled back and slammed into her and she gave a choked-off scream at how good it felt. And when he did it again, she screamed again. She had never, ever been reduced to that sort of girly shit before.

“I want to make you scream so much you can’t talk tomorrow,” he growled. “Can I fuck your mouth after I’ve made you lose your voice?”

“Yes,” she said, pretty sure she’d agree to anything he wanted at that point. It was the right answer, because he kept fucking her hard and pretty soon she was reduced to one long, drawn-out moan that never stopped, her throat raw and aching. She needed to come so badly, but he wasn’t hitting her clit. He’d found her G-spot and damn if she wasn’t close from that, but her clit was throbbing for attention.

“Please, Ty,” she said, nearly crying. “Please.”

He knew what she wanted. He slipped his finger into her mouth and she sucked on it, swirling her tongue around it. Then he leaned back a bit and pressed his damp finger against her clit. Each thrust drove his finger against her and when her climax hit, it hit hard. She screamed again and shook from head to toe, her pussy holding on to his dick so tightly he didn’t even try to move. Instead he let her hold him tight, her arms wrapped around his neck as she sobbed her release. When the peak had passed he moved and she gasped at the little tremors it caused.

“Yeah, fucking keep coming,” he muttered, fucking her through it. “I’m going to come. Don’t stop until I do. Keep coming.”

She didn’t think that would be a problem because she couldn’t control it, couldn’t stop if she tried. In seconds he was coming, making this rough, growly noise as he held himself deep inside her, his mouth pressed against her neck. It was sexy as hell.

When it was over, they lay there still wrapped around each other, panting. Randi was so weak she didn’t think she could get him off her even if she wanted to. Right when the need to breathe finally overcame the pleasure of his weight on her, he rolled off with a grunt. “Be right back,” he said. He stood and stumbled out of the room.

Randi reached back and yanked the little pillows off the bed, throwing them aside. Then she somehow pulled the covers down and crawled under them. By the time Ty was dressed she figured she’d be asleep and hoped he didn’t mind that she didn’t wait to say goodbye.

When Ty came back from the bathroom after throwing away the used condom and grabbing a washcloth for Randi he found her cuddled under the blankets and half-asleep. She was so damn pretty, her light-brown skin against her white sheets, her curly hair still damp and jumbled all over her pillow. She had the sexiest hair he’d ever seen on a woman. He’d been so glad to find the hair on her pussy soft and curly and wet, just like she’d promised.

“Randi?” he asked quietly.

“Hmm?” she mumbled, her eyes still closed.

“Roll over on your back and let me clean you off. I sort of made a mess,” he told her with a smile. She complied without opening her eyes. He pulled back the blankets and she protested a little, but when he pressed the warm cloth between her legs, she sighed and it sounded happy. She was sexy as hell. Her full breasts and hips tempted him, but he was tired and she was already half-asleep.

“Can I stay the night?” he asked, holding his breath and hoping she’d say yes.

“Whatever,” she mumbled. He took that as a yes.

After he took the washcloth back to the bathroom and tossed it into the tub, he climbed into bed beside her. She didn’t protest when he pulled her into his arms. She wrapped herself around him like a clinging vine, throwing a leg over his. He hadn’t expected her to be a screamer. She was so feminine when she fucked, so different from the tough-as-nails cop she showed everyone. He smiled in the darkness. She was the most amazing woman he’d ever met, but she was going to be a challenge, he could tell. He was up to it because he’d be damned if he was going to let this one get away.

Randi came awake slowly, not sure what had woken her up. She immediately became aware of the bright sunlight shining through her open blinds, a throbbing pain in her arm, and the smell of coffee.

“Good morning, sunshine,” a sexy male voice said softly.

She spun over onto her back and stared blearily up at Ty. “You’re still here,” she said stupidly. He was wearing his jeans, top button undone, of course, so he looked like a male model or something, and he was bare chested. Overall, it was a good look for him.

“Yeah. Wasn’t I supposed to be?” He frowned down at her.

“No,” she said. “I thought you’d leave.”

“Thought I would or wanted me to?” he asked. His voice was neutral. She’d had that voice before from suspects who were trying to hide their reaction. It usually didn’t work for them, either. Ty was clearly not happy with her response.

“Thought you would,” she answered honestly. “Most guys do, you know. Once the party’s over they’ve got places to go and people to see.”

Ty cocked his gorgeous head at her. His hair was wet and she smelled more of her strawberry body wash. “I don’t have anywhere to go but here, and no one I want to see but you,” he told her. She looked at him suspiciously, trying to determine if it was the truth. “Here,” he said, stepping closer. He held out a cup of steaming coffee. “I put a little milk in it, like you did at the station last night. No sugar.”

“You remembered how I like my coffee?” she asked in bewilderment. “Did they take your man card away?”

He laughed. “Nope. Card’s still in my wallet. But I need more condoms.”

“You keep bringing me coffee in bed smelling like strawberries and you damn sure will,” she told him. She took a sip. Perfect, of course. “Can you cook?” she asked, crossing her toes because her fingers were busy holding her mug.

“A little,” he said with a shrug. “But I’m no chef.”

“A little is better than me,” she admitted.

“Now why am I not surprised you can’t cook?” he asked with a grin.

She almost threw the mug at his smug face. “Shut up. I need a shower, some food, and maybe a fuck. I’m not sure about the last one yet, though. I’ll let you know.”

“I’m here to serve,” he said sarcastically. “Which will it be, Lucky Charms or Cocoa Pebbles? As far as I can tell, that’s the only food you have in your house. I couldn’t believe the milk was still good.”

“That’s the only food I need,” she said defensively. “I only eat breakfast here.”

“Randi!” She heard the front door slam after Johnny shouted her name. With a wince she looked down at her naked boobs. She quickly yanked the covers up over them and was glaring at the door when Johnny stomped into her bedroom doorway and immediately came to a sudden halt.

“Holy shit,” he said. “You fucked Ty Oakes?”

“Is your entire family pretty much unfiltered?” Ty asked, sitting down on the bed beside her. He took a sip of coffee as he looked from her to Johnny.

“Give me the key,” she demanded. “I told you that was for emergencies only.”

“It was an emergency,” Johnny said, glaring at Ty. “You got shot last night and I wanted to check up on you. Also, I still need to yell at you.”

“Fuck that,” Randi said, taking another sip of the hot brew. She didn’t even know her coffee could taste this good. Maybe she should have read the directions.

“Is that coffee?” Johnny asked suspiciously.

“No, it’s shine,” she said flatly. “Moon broke in before you did.”

“Ha ha,” Johnny said. “I know that’s a lie because I left Moon sleeping in his room at the house.”

“Who’s Moon?” Ty asked.

“My other brother,” Randi told him. She leaned over and kissed him on the shoulder just to piss Johnny off. “Thanks for the coffee, lover.”

Ty grinned at her. “Don’t put me in the middle,” he said, standing up. “Although, you are welcome. Lucky Charms coming up.”

“I didn’t tell you which one I wanted,” she said, not really caring.

“Well I’m feeling lucky, and I figured since you have both, you like both.” Ty grabbed his shirt from the dresser. Last time she’d seen it, it had been on the bathroom floor. How long had he been up, and had he cleaned the whole house? She hoped so. She hated housework. She’d never had a grateful fuck before. It was kind of nice.

Ty yanked on his shirt and tried to leave, but he was stopped at the door by Johnny, who was still standing dead center in her doorway. “Is there enough coffee left for me?” Johnny asked menacingly.

“Sure,” Ty said cheerfully. “And I can always make another pot. She’s got, like, three barrels full of the stuff.”

“Sam’s Club had a sale.” She turned and let her naked legs slide to the floor, making sure to keep everything else covered.

“Get dressed,” Johnny told her, turning away. “And take a shower. This whole place smells like sex.”

“That’s because we had sex,” she explained patiently. “Great sex. It leaves a mark.”

“Randi,” Ty warned her in a tone that said enough is enough.

“Okay,” she said with a sigh. “Don’t let the door hit you in the ass. I’m taking a shower.”

She knew it was a mistake to leave them alone together. Hopefully no one would end up with a busted face. Johnny didn’t like most of the guys she hooked up with. At least he’d only beaten the crap out of one, though. She stretched as she stood up. She had aches where a girl ought to have them after a good fuck. It felt nice. She might have to keep the player around for a while.

“So what’s the deal with you and Randi?” Johnny asked him. Ty handed him a cup of coffee before answering.

“I like her.” He’d decided that was the best answer.

“You better,” Johnny said. He took a sip. “Damn, that’s good coffee.”

“It’s the one thing I know how to do well,” Ty told him.

“You’re not too bad at football,” Johnny conceded graciously.

“Gee, thanks,” Ty said at the underwhelming praise.

“She tried to kick you out yet?” Johnny’s question surprised him.

“Not exactly,” Ty hedged. “But she seemed awfully surprised to see I was still here this morning.”

Johnny grinned. “I bet she was. She scares most of them away before morning.”

Ty just shook his head. He didn’t have any siblings, but if he did, he couldn’t imagine he’d be this blasé about his sister’s sex life.

“I just mean she’s not the settling-down type,” Johnny said. “I love her, but she’s a lot like her mother.”

“About that,” Ty said, glad he’d found an opening. “You and Randi don’t exactly look alike.” As a matter of fact, Johnny was obviously white, no mixed parentage at all. Typical Southern boy, a little overweight, brown hair with a full beard, ball cap. He was tall, too.

“Different mothers,” Johnny said. “We have what the locals would call a colorful family history. Me and Moon and Watt were legitimate, Randi and Tuck weren’t.”

“Five of you?” Ty asked in shock. He’d always wanted brothers and sisters. “Wait. What do you mean not legitimate?”

“I mean my dad had a girlfriend on the side,” Johnny explained with a straight face. “Second family, without the benefit of polygamy.”

“Ouch,” Ty said. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Just want you to know that Randi has baggage, is all,” Johnny said, but Ty could tell there was more to it.

“And?” he asked.

“And,” Johnny said, “she’s going to try to push you away. Don’t let her. She’s a great girl. She deserves someone who treats her right.”

“And you think I’m that someone?” Ty asked incredulously. He decided to shoot as straight as this strange family did. “I just met her last night, in pretty unusual circumstances, and we jumped into bed together. What makes you think I’m going to treat her right?”

“Because from all accounts, you’re a nice guy,” Johnny said. “And you stayed. And made coffee.”

“You have low standards,” Ty told him. “Especially for Randi.”

“See?” Johnny said with a grin. “Nice guy. I told you so.”

“Did you tell him my life story?” Randi asked as she walked into the kitchen. She was wearing tiny cutoff jean shorts that hugged her generous, curvy ass and a gray T-shirt that said
Cops Do It Undercover
. Her hair was curling in little spirals down to her shoulders, and the memory of running his fingers through her wet hair made his heart beat a little faster.

“Yep,” Johnny said. “The whole sordid tale of how you got dumped at the prom.”

“That’s bullshit,” Randi said. “I found a better offer. Guy didn’t deserve my cherry anyway.”

Ty choked on his coffee. “Seriously? He dumped you at the prom?”

“Some uptight white boy asked me and then forgot to tell me he asked someone else, too,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Some country-club princess. Well, when he didn’t show to pick me up I went by myself and gave him hell. I wasn’t the one embarrassed, he was.” She snorted. “I can tell you he didn’t get any pussy that night. And I got Jordan Lane. Ha!”

“Jordan Lane?” Ty asked.

“High school basketball star that went stag to the prom because he didn’t want to have to pick one girlfriend. Boy was pretty good in the backseat, too, if you know what I mean.”

Ty was pretty sure he knew what she meant.

“Anyway,” she said, dragging the word out, “where’s my Lucky Charms?”

“Coming right up,” Ty said, reaching for the box and the empty bowl he’d left sitting on the counter while he waited for her to wake up.

“You can have this one trained in a couple of days,” Johnny told Randi.

“I like a man who can be coached,” Randi replied, patting Ty on the ass as she walked over to the coffeepot.

The front door opened and Ty looked over toward the dining room. The house was small, with a simple layout. The front door was in the den, the dining room was off to the left, and the kitchen was in the back, beside the dining room. The whole thing was cozy and crammed full of books and furniture and family photos. Another big guy who looked like Johnny ducked under the low arch between the den and the dining room. His hair and beard were longer than Johnny’s, and he looked a little younger. Ty had Johnny figured for about forty, so this guy was maybe about thirty-five. He wasn’t sure how old she was, but Randi was clearly at least ten years younger than these two. The newcomer had on jeans, work boots, and a ratty, old New York Yankees T-shirt.

“Hey,” he said, looking at the three of them. Nothing else. He just walked into the kitchen, took a mug out of the cabinet and set it down in front of the coffeepot. Then he took a bowl out of one cabinet and the Cocoa Puffs out of another. At close quarters Ty could see the guy was built, with powerful shoulders and arms and not an ounce of fat on him. He paused on his way to the refrigerator to pick up Randi’s arm and look at the bandage on it. He grunted and then dropped her arm and got the milk from the fridge.

“This is my other brother, Moon,” Randi said, pointing at him with a thumb over her shoulder. “You gotta work today?” she asked Moon.

“Yeah,” he said. “Promised Dickie.” He took a spoonful of Cocoa Puffs. “Stupid thing, getting shot.”

“Shut up,” Randi said, without any real anger. “This is Ty.”

“Hey,” Moon said, taking another bite.

“Hey,” Ty said, not really sure what the protocol was. He’d never been confronted with two older brothers after sleeping with a woman before. “You a cop, too?”

Johnny snorted and Randi laughed out loud. “Hell, no,” she said. “Moon got his name after Daddy caught him running moonshine for a guy when he was fifteen. Made him spend a night in the county jail. He doesn’t much like cops.”

“No, ma’am,” Moon said with a grin. He put his empty bowl in the sink. “Just came by to make sure you weren’t dying.” He kissed the top of Randi’s head. “Do I have to beat him down?”

Ty took a step back. The way the guy said it sounded like he had no doubt he could. There was something scary about Moon.

“No,” Randi said. “This one’s good.”

Moon poured himself a cup of coffee and started to walk out of the kitchen with it. Randi grabbed his hand before he got away. “How long are you gonna be gone?”

Moon just shrugged and tugged his hand free, then left after a quick handclasp with Johnny.

“Where’s he going?” Ty asked, wondering at the odd atmosphere.

“We don’t know, and we don’t ask,” was Johnny’s cryptic reply. “His buddy Dickie owns a private security firm that does shit all over the world. Moon does favors for him from time to time. They were in the army together, more ‘hush hush’ crap. As long as Moon keeps coming back in one piece and pays his half of the mortgage, I don’t complain.”

“I didn’t hear a car,” Ty said, frowning. “Where do you live?”

Johnny smiled. “Two doors down,” he said. “If I had seen your car, I wouldn’t have shown up so early.”

“You bought a house next to your brothers?” Ty asked, finding the whole situation surreal. But then, he’d been feeling that way ever since he’d met her.

“No, are you crazy?” she said. “I didn’t buy this house. Meemaw left it to me in her will.”

“Of course,” Ty said. “You’re living in your dead grandmother’s house.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” she said, giving him a deadly stare over the top of her coffee cup.

“Nope,” Ty said, and meant it. “It just fits you. I mean, this town fits you. Like you belong here.” He cleared his throat, not really sure what he was trying to say, but sure he wasn’t saying it. He changed the subject. “Are your other brothers going to show up?”

“Don’t worry, player,” she said, punching him in the shoulder. “Watt lives over in Hoover and Tuck’s got an apartment near UAB. He’s a junior.”

“When he and his college buddies find out about you two,” Johnny said, waving a finger between the two of them, “expect company.” He laughed as he put down his coffee cup. “Well, I didn’t get to yell,” Johnny said. “But I am going to tell you that you’re off the job for two weeks.”

“What?” Randi said, slamming the milk down on the counter. “Why?”

“Really?” Johnny asked as they squared off across the kitchen. “You want to go there? How about that damn-fool car chase last night for starters? And him?” He pointed at Ty. “Not to mention mandatory time off when you get hurt in the line of duty.”