Rules of the Game (Rule Breaker, #2)

by Jessa Wilder

She was everything I had ever wanted, my seductress in an innocent package. I wondered if she had any idea just how much control she could have over me.

There was a burning question that I needed answered before I could let her go. “Why me?” She spun and tilted her head. “What?” “Why did you call me and not Marcus? You know he’d have come.” Several moments passed before she answered. “Because I wanted it to be you.” Jesus Christ. I wanted to be the one she called, fucking desperately. It was a dangerous feeling coursing through me. One I needed to stop.

Strong fingers reached back between the doors and the front seat and wrapped around my bare calf. Lucas’s fingers kneaded my muscle in slow, purposeful motions, and I matched my breaths to the rhythm. Without words, he was telling me I was safe. That he was here, and God, it was melting me from the inside.

“Lucas, you got eyes on Piper?” “Ye—” My words were cut off by the sweetest fucking mouth, and a low rumble formed in my chest. It was like a dam burst, and I chased after her strawberry taste, shifting the kiss from soft to needy. Now that I had her mouth, I was ravenous to have more. I walked her backward and pressed her against the wall, pinning her with my body, and ate up the needy whimpering sounds she made. Fuck, she tasted like heaven. I stroked her tongue, her teeth, her lips as I memorized every inch of her mouth. I’d been dreaming of this for years, but it didn’t come close to the softness of her touch. My cock ached against my pants when she hitched her leg up my thigh and rocked her pussy against it. “Jesus Christ.”

“That’s it. That’s my girl.”

“I’m going to make you come so hard. You’ll forget everything but the fact that I’m the only one able to give it to you.”

He moved so that his shoulders blocked my view of the living room and vice versa before dropping his forehead to mine. “I need your mouth.” Shit. That was hot.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” I stiffened and tilted my head to the side. “You mean kiss me?” I looked at the hollow at the base of his neck, unable to meet his gaze. “You never even looked at me.” He laughed and kissed me again before speaking against my mouth. “I’ve never looked away.”

“Lucas, this means something to me.” His fingers dug into the back of my hair, his thumb and forefinger massaging my scalp, and his low words reverberated through me. “You’ve always meant more to me. I should’ve told you sooner.”

“I love her, and I’ll fight for her, Marcus. Even if that means fighting you.”

Always. 07-24-2004 He’d gotten a tattoo of my birthday? I snapped my face to his, expecting him to be asleep, but I was met with his eyes already on mine. “I don’t understand.” My voice was barely a whisper.

“Needy, is he?” She sucked in a breath and tilted her head to give me more room. “Mmhmm, barely tolerable.” “You love it.” I repeated her words back to her. She stilled, and my gaze snapped to hers, realizing what I said. “Don’t say anything.” She rested her hand over my frantic heart. “You mean, do I love that one of the star hockey players has turned into an absolute simp for me?” She raised a brow playfully. “Yeah, a girl could get used to it.” I captured her mouth in a desperate kiss. “You fucking better.

“You have always been mine, Piper. I’m going to marry you. You’re just not ready for me to ask you yet.”