Page 64 of Playing for Keeps (Checkmate 4)

His heart breaks as he sets the plate back down.

“Can you get those?”

“Yeah.” I squeeze his hand and pick up the brownies. Stopping at the fridge for the rest of the bottle of wine I opened earlier, I throw a salacious grin over my shoulder that I hope distracts him from the realization he can’t just take a step, and give him the‘come get me’eyes.

A little shaky on the crutches, but seemingly unphased by it, our cuffed hands rattle as we make our way down the hall and past my bedroom where Nacho and Ninja lie huddled together on my bed. Ninja encircles Nacho, her much bigger body creating a crib of sorts for my high-maintenance pig on this snowy winter night.

The windows are freezing up, the snow falling in constant flurries outside just as the weather report predicted, but inside this house, the fire burns hot in the living room and Riley’s presence just behind me warms my back.

I stop at his bedroom door and quell the odd tingles that pop in my belly. Opening the door and stepping aside, I stifle a giggle at his goofy grin as he swings past and takes much bigger steps on the crutches than he should. “You gotta be careful, babe.” I follow close as he tugs me along and set the plate and wine on the end of his bed. “Swear to all the mini-pig gods, we’re in here to eat brownies and make your pain go away. If you fall because you were being dumb on your crutches, I might murder you.”

He tosses his crutches so far away, I just know I’ll have to get up and fetch them for him again soon, but for now, he turns with hungry eyes and leans a little too heavily against me. “The pain’s already gone, Dee. You have magic hands. You fixed it.”

His hands rest on the sides of my neck, squeezing, but not so tight that I’m scared. His nose runs along mine, his lashes kissing the tops of my cheeks as he simply…breathesme in. “Thanks for not quitting on me, Deedee.”

I choke on a cry and slam my lips over his. Lifting my hands to his neck and ignoring the way the cuffs bite against my wrist, I slide my tongue over his and swallow his sigh. “I’ll never quit on you. I tried, but I can’t. My heart won’t let me.”

Sliding his unbound hand down to my back, Riley glances over my shoulder to make sure the bed is clear, then pushes me back until I crawl onto the soft mattress I’ve missed in ways I never want to feel again. “Lie down with me.” Even one legged, he helps position me against the multitude of pillows at the top of his bed, then he pulls the plate of brownies closer. “I’ve never in my life been stoned, Dee.” His finger slides along the buttons of my flannel shirt.

He pops one, then the next.

Then the next.

He opens it up and exposes my belly and missing bra. My stomach drops with nerves as his finger slides along the taut skin, only to dip into the top of my pants, but the warmth that oozes in my blood is enough for me to allow this to happen.

“I was so mad at you, Dee, because I loved you with my heart, and you told me you’re not interested.”

“I’m interested.” I drag his eyes away from my belly and up to meet mine. “My heart has been invested for way too long.”

“I can’t let you be in love.” He swallows and sends his Adam’s apple bobbing. “It wouldn’t be fair to you, but I can love you. I can show you a nice time while I eat brownies off your belly. And when you explode, I can eat that, too.” Reaching out, he remains on his one leg and leans over the bed. He takes a brownie from the plate and crumbles it over my belly. The mess makes his brows tighten. The emotions warring inside his brain are visible from the outside; this boy scout is half way to stoned, so eating chocolate from my skin sounds pretty damn good, but the perfectionist neat freak in him is having second thoughts at the mess on his fancy bedspread.

Being stoned and horny wins.

Diving in, he slides his tongue along the ridges of my belly, collecting crushed brownie as he passes, and forces my body to fold from the potent sensation. Our arms fight, because of my stupid handcuff idea, and my legs pull up until my knees practically touch his shoulder. “I don’t know how to live my new life, Deedee. I don’t know that I’ll ever make love to you again, but I can still show you a good time.” His face comes up to mine, his tongue slides past my lips and shares the brownie, but his spare hand slides beneath my pants and into my panties. Without warning, thick fingers slide inside until I cry into his mouth. “Oh my God!”

“Relax, Dee.” His fingers slide in, out, fast, then slow. Thick, so fucking thick I could almost come. “I’ve dreamed of this. I’ve dreamed of you.” His lips bite mine, they suckle, then they bite again. “I can hardly sleep anymore, but when I do, I swear, I dream about you.” He separates his fingers, slides two into my pussy, and a third into my asshole without allowing me time to prepare. I bow off the bed, my toes dig into the bedspread, and heat pools heavily in my stomach. “I never got to fuck your ass, and I’m in mourning. Now I’m broken, and nothing will ever fix it.”

My head swims; pot brownies, Riley’s presence, Riley’s fingers. It’s a fog that settles on my brain and passes over his cryptic words until I’m a quivering mess covered in chocolate cake and frustrated at the limited movement he has because of my pants.

“Help me.” I lift my hips. “Help me with my pants. I’m gonna come fast. I need you there when I do.”

“Okay.” He tears his hand from my pants and draws another cry from my chest. Hopping a foot down the bed, he yanks my yoga pants off so hard, I hear the strain and snap of fabric. He tosses them aside and stares at my glistening legs. “So wet, Dee. You already half came.” His eyes come up and meet mine. They’re almost unsure. They’re insecure. “That’s for me?”

“Mmm.” I sit up on the bed, then stand until crumbs scatter all over the floor. I yank his shirt up his chest. I can’t get it all the way off, since my brilliant handcuff logic has us stuck, but I can get it over his chest, over his shoulders, until I’m met with the body I’ve dreamt about, too. Taking his hips, I spin us so his back is to the bed, then slowly, I lower his sweatpants just low enough I won’t have to fight his weight later.

His dick springs free of his pants, promising me pleasure my body has only ever known when with him. I gently push him back until he sits on the edge of the bed, then I drop to my knees and take his rock-solid cock between my lips. He cries out, flops back onto the bed, and tugs our bound hands up until it pulls on the ball of my shoulder and makes me laugh. “Stupid idea.”

The old Riley is back, and the old Riley has zero tolerance for not getting to the fucking point when my lips are wrapped around his cock. His unbound hand goes to my hair and pushes me down until his dick slides down my throat and tears rush to my eyes.

“Suck me off, Dee. Suck until I explode.”

“Mm.” I have no words, so I allow his hand to guide me. I allow him to use his good leg to jut up and fill my throat until I gag, then I bring my spare hand down and cup his balls until his dick grows inside my mouth.

“Oh my God! Wait.” This isn’t anoh my God, that feels fantastic, this is anoh my God, I’m freaking out.Riley shoots back up onto his ass and yanks my hair back until the sting shoots straight down to my pulsing pussy. “Dee! It works!”

“Huh?” I swipe a hand over my cheek and glance between his dick and his eyes. “What?”

He fists his dick, squeezes hard enough I almost come just from watching, and forces a drop of pre-cum to slide over the head. “Oh my God, my dick works, Dee. It fucking works!” He lets off a girly-giggle, a legitimate, snorty, belly giggle that can only be the result of too much raw batter. “I thought I was broken!”

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