Page 77 of Punked By the Playmaker
Reaching two hands up, she pulled me down until our bodies were flush. Nipping at my jaw, she purred, “What a way to die.”
With the pads of two fingertips, I circled her clit, and her hips bucked, chasing friction.
“I need more.”
Against her lips, I rasped, “I know you do, baby, but don’t forget who’s in charge here.”
Her frustrated scream echoed through the heated air before I silenced it with a kiss.
My tongue drove deep, claiming her mouth, but my wife wasn’t one to go down without a fight. She battled back, using her tongue and teeth to express her displeasure that I was teasing her between the legs with featherlight touches instead of giving her the pressure she needed to get off.
Her nails scored a path over my scalp, and I hissed, which gave her an opening to tear her lips away. The fire blazing in her brilliant blue eyes turned me on like nothing else. She was my perfect sexual match, the passion between us hot enough to burn the entire house down.
“You gonna make me come or not?” she huffed. “Because I didn’t come home only to have to crack open my drawer of toys.”
Now that was an excellent idea.
“Hold that thought.” I pushed upright. “I’ll be right back.” Mentally, I rubbed my hands together, wondering how many orgasms I could force her to have before she tapped out.
But I didn’t make it two feet toward the stairs when the digital unlocking of the front door sounded, and I froze like a deer in the headlights.
What time was it? Had school let out already?
To my ultimate horror, when the door swung open, it wasn’t just the kids who waltzed inside the house; they were accompanied by my parents.
My hand dropped to cover my raging erection. “Mom. Dad. What are you doing here?”
Mom’s sharp gaze landed on me. “Your sister simply insisted that we make the trip down to see what you’ve been up to since moving back to California. Imagine our surprise when we pull up at the same time as a school bus, and two children hop off before heading to your front door.”
Throat closing up, I managed to croak, “I can explain.”
“No need.” She waved a dismissive hand. “Yourdaughterfilled us in.”
I cringed. A pissed-off Evelyn Nixon was dangerous. If they decided to spend the night before heading back to LA, I’d be sleeping with one eye open.
A thought struck. “Wait a minute.” I zeroed in on Maisie and Austin. “You two met a couple of strangers and decided to let them in the house?”
Maisie blinked at me. “They’re not strangers. They’re my grandparents.”
I propped both hands on my hips, but then promptly remembered that I was still rocking a very large boner and discreetly shifted one palm back over my crotch. “They could have been lying about who they were, for all you know!”
Austin scoffed. “We checked their IDs.” He rolled his eyes. “Obviously.”
“Obviously,” I muttered. Except it wasn’t obvious, considering this was the same kid who’d hitchhiked to the beach a couple of months ago.
Dad took on his usual role as the good cop. “We’re excited to meet your wife. When will she be home?”
“Uh . . .” My eyes darted to where the woman in question currently lay flat on her back on the couch.
She covered her flaming face, pulling in a few deep breaths before she sat up so that they could see her head over the back of the loveseat. “Hi.”
Mom looked thoroughly scandalized, Dad chuckled, Austin bit back a smirk, and Maisie, well, she gazed upon Arizona with hearts in her eyes. Even though they’d only known each other for a few weeks, my wife and my daughter shared a close bond.
“Can’t say it’s the first time we’ve walked in on you with a girl,” Dad remarked.
“Charles!” Mom shrieked, swatting at his rounded middle with the back of her hand.
Adjusting her clothing, Arizona rose to her feet and moved toward my parents. “It’s very lovely to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Nixon.”
