It was like the woman had been made to make men come. She was so perfect, so hot, so...
"I'm going to come." Her pussy pulsed around him and he closed his eyes, feeling every quake and movement of her shuddering muscles. God, what he wouldn't give to bottle this feeling. To feel her coming around his hard cock whenever he wanted. And to feel himself, responding to her moves with his own swift thrusts, letting out every desire until all he could feel was the pulsing of his cock as he released himself inside her.
She gasped her final release and it was all over. The world went white before his eyes and he was lost. Every muscle in his body seemed to expand and contract all at once and before he knew it, he was on top of her, panting on top of her beautiful body.
He fought the urge to get up.
As soon as he slid from her and faced her, it would be with the knowledge that they'd both done this. That they'd moved past friendship or business savvy and into an area that they'd never be able to come back from. Maybe she'd thought it was a one-time thing, but he knew better.
Something had happened between them just now, and he'd be damned if he was going to let her walk away anytime soon.
But there was only one way to find out how hard he'd have to fight to keep her.
He slid from her and rolled, landing beside her on the cold, wet grass. For a moment, he stared into the stars, but then he turned to face her.
She was smiling.
Not her usual, shy grin or her mocking know-it-all smirk. It was a bright-eyed smile.
And it was directed at him.
"Round two?" she breathed, quirking one brow as she spoke.
His cock pulsed with the notion, but he knew better than to try again so soon. "How about at my place?" he asked.
"Deal," she breathed and stood. When she was finally up again, she brushed the grass from her knees and backside. He knew he should have joined her, but it was too tempting to lie there and watch as her hands traced over her supple white skin.
She kicked his elbow. "Hey, I don't have all night." She laughed and bent for her clothes, exposing him to her full backside.
Oh, when he got her back to his house, he had a whole lot of new things to try. Apparently Andy was just as down for this as he was, and he was going to show her his gratitude in every position he could imagine.
They got dressed quickly, though if he had his way, they could have had round two right there in the back of his truck. For crissake, that's why God had invented bench seats to begin with.
Still, after their clothes were hastily put back on, they headed for the car and hopped in. He was so eager to get back to his place that he nearly started the car before he'd gotten in it, and Andy laughed at him.
"Jeez. Relax, buddy. We'll have plenty of time." She clicked her seatbelt, then offered him a wink.
Hell, yeah. They'd have all night, and all day, and all night again...
Andy's phone buzzed against the upholstery and he watched from the corner of his eye as she picked it up.
He backed out of the parking lot and was on the main road, but when Andy remained quiet, he prompted her, "what's wrong?"
"Oh, um, I guess I left my phone in the car while we were in the stadium. Actually, I...I don't know if tonight is a good idea. Could you take me home?"
He chanced a glance at her. Her face was lit up by the white glow of her phone, but the rosy blush that had been there before was long since gone. In its place was an ashy white paleness.
Shit.
"What happened?" he asked.
"It's nothing."
"Andy." It wasn't a question, and she knew as much.
"I've got five missed calls and six missed messages from my brother."
"Matt?"