Power Play (Nashville Assassins Next Generation 2)

Wait. What? His eyes are playful, and soon I realize they are promising way more than a discussion of an eight formation. “Yes. Let me get my tablet.”

“Great.”

I turn just as my mom stands up. “What are you doing?”

“Hey, hand me my tablet,” I say, and she grabs it before coming down the aisle.

“What’s going on?”

“Hoenes wants to discuss a few plays,” I say, and she walks behind me down the aisle. I’m vibrating with nerves. I don’t want her to know, but she doesn’t seem to suspect anything. Boon gets up and lets me in. “I always sit on the outside.”

“Oh, okay,” I say just as my mom taps his chest.

“You don’t want to rest?”

“No, ma’am. I’m going over and over in my head about this play. I don’t want to let you down.”

She grins. “You won’t, honey. I’m sure our Posey will take care of you.”

Oh, the way he looks down at me tells me that’s exactly what he wants. He licks his lips as he sits down, and when our knees touch, our eyes meet. I’m breathing hard, my heart is out of control, and I want to attack him. I want to feel him. I want to kiss him. I just want him. All of him. He leans on the armrest, his eyes burning into mine. “Pull up the plays.”

“You’re being very bossy,” I mutter as I do as he says. “I don’t like it.”

“Oh, but you will in a few.” When the door to the bathroom opens and Mom steps out, he points to the screen. “You want me back here, right?”

“Exactly.”

“Keep it down, okay?” Mom advises as she walks by us.

“Sure thing, Mrs. Adler.”

“Of course, Mom.”

When she heads up the aisle, he brings his body in closer, his knees pushing into mine while his back blocks any view of us. His eyes meet mine, dark and wild as he slides his hand up my leg and pushes my knees open. “Here is the deal, lovely. I want to feel that wet cunt of yours,” he says, very low and very dangerously. “I’m going to move my fingers into you, but you can’t make a sound.”

Oh. My.

I swallow hard, my body trembling as he inches his hand closer and closer to my throbbing sex. He hooks his finger into my panties, pushing them to the side, and I press my lips together to keep from moaning loudly.

“Do you want it?”

“You don’t need to ask. Find out for yourself.”

His eyes drift shut for just a second as he bites his lip. Then, slowly, he moves his fingers along my lips. I let my head fall forward so no one can see the pure ecstasy on my face. “Oh, lovely, you’re so wet.”

I can’t answer, not once he slides his two fingers along my clit, flicking ever so intently. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly as he continues his torture. But it’s not just his fingers that have me on edge; it’s his words. “Do you know how bad I want you? How I want to bury myself into you, get lost in you? You’re so fucking incredible, Posey. So beautiful.”

I almost can’t hear him, he’s whispering so low. So I’m not the least bit worried anyone else can hear him. What I am worried about is screaming his name. He moves his fingers down, into my entrance, and starts to thoroughly fuck me with his fingers. His arm is jerking so hard into me, I’m almost coming off the damn seat. I open my eyes wide, making sure there isn’t anyone watching, but no one is paying us a lick of attention. They’re all on their tablets, with headphones on. My vision is blurring from how hard he is working his fingers into me, but I can see my mom is talking to Luna, and even she’s not paying attention.

No one knows I’m being finger-blasted by Boon, and I don’t know why, but that excites me even more.

“Anyone could catch us,” he whispers, his head dropping down closer to mine. “And I don’t care. I want to drop between your knees and suck your pussy dry.”

“Oh God,” I mutter, my mouth dry.

“Oh, he can’t help you, lovely. You’re all mine.”

Yup, I’m done for.

I feel my body tighten up, and when I shatter, everything goes white.

“That’s right, baby. Come all over me.”

He curves his fingers up into my pussy, pressing his thumb against my clit in the most unbelievable way. To keep from screaming, I squeeze the shit out of my tablet, and I gasp in a breath. I bring the tablet up, slapping my face with it, but I’m so far gone, I don’t care. My heart is pounding in my chest, and when I open my eyes, I drop the tablet into my lap and find he’s watching me with this primal look in his eyes. “You are incredible.”