Page 168 of Fielder's Choice

“I was counting on that,” I say before kissing him hungrily, letting him know exactly what it is I’m wanting tonight.

Though if he let his fingers slide between my legs, he’d have all the confirmation he needs.

“You just want to get fucked by the porn star, don’t you?” Lane smirks, resting his hands on my ass and pulling me against him.

“I’m going to murder my sister,” I groan. “Just so you know, I had nothing to do with that.”

He licks his bottom lip again. “Doesn’t mean you can’t reap the benefits anyway, Livvy.”

Need pulses between my thighs, and I’m close to pushing him on the bed myself in a display of boldness I’ve never shown.

“And what would those benefits be?” I ask, a sultry tone to my voice.

I’m not sure where Sex Vixen Olive came from, but I don’t mind having her around.

“Incredible sex,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Best sex of your life.”

“You’re the only sex of my life,” I tease, resting my finger under his chin.

“And I’m all you’re ever going to need,” Lane says so confidently. “Isn’t that right, baby? I know exactly how to take care of your needy, dripping cunt.”

“Yes,” I reply, practically panting with need. “You’re all I need, Lane.”

“Get on the bed then, love, and I’ll give you everything you could ever ask for.”

I feel like I might combust, but I refuse to let this night get away from me. I had a plan coming in here tonight;I’min charge right now.

“No,” I state emphatically, and Lane cocks his eyebrow in response. “I need you in the bathroom. You’re going to take off all your clothes and wait for me to call you back in.”

“Goddamn,” he replies in amusement. “You can boss me around anytime, baby.”

Lane chuckles as I shoo him away, and when the bathroom door closes behind him, I get myself ready. I dig through my overnight bag to find what I need. Once I have it, I quickly ready myself before getting in position in the middle of his bed, resting on my knees with my back to the bathroom door, and I pull my hair over the front of my shoulder.

“I’m ready for you, Lane,” I state, just loud enough for him to hear me.

He quickly throws the bathroom door open and immediately groans. “Fuck, baby…”

“You like it?” I breathe as he stalks his way over to me.

Lane climbs up on the bed behind me, resting his chest against my back. “Do I like seeing my name across your back? Fuck yes, I do.” He traces his hands around my waist, and I feel his hard length press against my back when he gets to the front. “Goddammit. You’re not wearing anything else.”

“No,” I sigh as he presses several kisses down the side of my neck. “You told me you wanted to see me in your jersey andonlyyour jersey.”

“Still better than I imagined.” I lightly moan and press back against him as he tweaks my nipples between his fingers, and he hums appreciatively. “Always so responsive.”

“Because you make me feel so good,” I say, taunting him by rolling my ass over him.

“Such a fucking brat,” he chuckles darkly. “Are you desperate to have me inside you?”

“Mhmm.”

“Delaney won’t do?” I shake my head quickly. “What a shame,” Lane coos, teasing his fingers down my abdomen and running them between my legs, never breaching my entrance or hitting my clit. “Delaney is all you’re getting right now.”

“Lane,” I say in surprise, meeting his dark, heated gaze.

“Did you bring Delaney with you?”

“Yes. In my bag.”

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