The Player and the Single Mom

I nodded again, because that’s what she wanted to hear. Let her think that for now.

“Then when we get home there is no dating, no complications, right? Because no offense, but I don’t think I want to date you. You’re really too young for me.”

“No offense taken.” I knew my age was going to be a hang-up for her. She didn’t like that she was older. I also knew Sera well enough to know that if I poked her, I could ultimately get the response I wanted. “I’m not sure I want to date you either. You’re just shy of bossy.”

Her jaw dropped. “Hey!” She hit my arm. “Why do you want to go to Mexico with me if you think I’m so bossy?”

I grinned. “Bossy women are great in bed.”

I thought it would get her back up, in a good way, but instead her shoulders slumped. “What if I’m not?” she asked. “I mean, I think I’m good, but what do I really know? I've only been with one man.”

That surprised me and made me feel bad for teasing her. It was a big deal for her to take this step and she was entrusting me with a lot. If she agreed. Which I was determined she was going to. “I don’t think he was lying to you for thirteen years.”

“What if we don’t have chemistry?”

“We do,” I told her confidently. “I’ll show you at midnight.”

“You’re going to kiss me?” she asked, her eyes widening. “Okay. As long as no one sees us.”

“Here, fill out your information,” I said, reaching out and lifting her hand with my phone in it so I could touch the screen. “This has flights included and everything.” I picked the best hotel suite and first class upgrades, and added my credit card from my phone’s wallet. I pointed to the space for travelers. “Just type your name and birthdate in here.” I wanted her to put her own name in, just so that she had ownership of the action. I didn’t want her to bail on me tomorrow.

She lifted the phone and started typing. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’ve never been impulsive. But I guess if we go in February that gives me time to sort out the kids.”

“The season will be done for me then. I always take a vacation at that time of the year. Picture leaving the cold weather behind and sinking your toes in the sand.”

“I’ve never been to the ocean,” she said. “Actually, I’ve never been on vacation unless you count Pigeon Forge as a kid.”

I was surprised, but then wasn’t sure why I was. Sera was a single mom running a business. She wasn’t likely to have time or money for a vacation. “We never went on a beach vacation as a kid either. Though sometimes my parents would take us to New Orleans. That was a big treat. But I am certain you’ll enjoy this trip, Sera.”

“This is going to be a lot of firsts if we do this,” she said, handing me the phone back. “Don’t hit the buy button just yet. I’m freaking out. I need a minute.”

“Of course.” Shoving my phone in my pocket, I opened the door to Miles’s gaming room. I stepped backward into the darkness, lit only by his many monitors and power strips. “Come here, Sera.” I reached out and took her hand in mine. She had cool skin and long, elegant fingers that matched her frame.

She came forward, glancing behind her. “What if someone sees us?”

“Close the door.”

She did and then stood in front of me, staring into my eyes in the dim room. “Tell me again.”

She didn’t need to elaborate. I knew what she meant. I eased my hand around her waist to the small of her back and shifted so I was in her personal space. I dropped my gaze briefly to her lips, then back to her eyes. My other hand was still holding hers and I laced our fingers together. “I’m going to make you feel like a woman again. I’m going to get you inside that hotel room and I’m going to lift up your dress and stroke you until you’re hot and wet, then I’m going to fuck you, Sera.” I brushed my lips against her earlobe and felt her shiver. “You want to get fucked, don’t you?” I murmured.

She nodded. “I really do.”

“Let me fuck you in Mexico.” I let my fingers drift under her shirt to the bare skin of her back, stroking over the soft skin. Damn, she felt so good. I shifted my boot to the outside of her heel so that her leg was between mine and the denim of our jeans brushed against each other.

Lifting our entwined hands, I placed her hand on my waist and removed my own hand.

“You’re very muscular,” she said, her lips a hairbreadth away from mine. Her eyes were wide, her breath anxious, aroused.

“You might want to close your eyes for this.”

I didn’t wait for her to protest or ask questions. I just kissed her, softly, slowly.

She tasted every bit as delicious as I had been anticipating. She was trembling a little, but she had obeyed and closed her eyes so when I briefly pulled back to study her I took in the sweep of her nose, her high cheekbones, her long eyelashes. Her mouth was slightly open and she looked like she wanted more. Almost imperceptibly, she rocked toward me.

A cheer came up from behind the closed door. This was the best stroke of midnight I’d had in a long damn time. “Happy New Year, Sera.”

Then I took her mouth again, more forceful this time, enjoying hearing her moan in soft pleasure and compliance. Her hand gripped the waistband of my jeans, and she tugged me closer to her. Passion exploded between us, without warning. One minute I was teasing her mouth open with my tongue, the next we were fighting for dominance, devouring each other, hands desperately roaming everywhere.

I lifted her leg so her thigh rested on my hip and I could grind into her as I slipped my hand under her shirt and palmed her breast.

She moaned, her head falling back. I kissed the sweep of her long neck and took her mouth again, our bodies rocking together, the desire for her I’d been suppressing springing forward, my cock rock-solid.

Sera bit my lip, almost as if she was so wound up she needed somewhere for the excess energy to go. It was the hottest thing ever and I bent down, shoving her shirt up, drawing her nipple into my mouth through the fabric of her bra.

“Yes,” she said. “More.”

Sucking her nipple, I squeezed her ass, pushing her harder against my cock. The need for her was a steady beat, urging me to take her against the wall. Right here, right now.

We were about one minute away from fucking in Miles’s gaming room in the middle of the party. I knew enough about Sera’s personality to know if we did, she would bail on the trip to Mexico. She would retreat immediately.

I needed to control myself.

That didn’t stop me from unzipping her jeans and slipping my hand inside, cupping her sex. I wanted to see if she was wet and I was rewarded with a hot damp pussy when I slipped my finger inside her.

“You have a really big finger,” she said, gripping my shoulders and breathing hard.

“Too much?” I paused in stroking her.