The Red Zone (The League, #2)

by Meg Reading

I wasn’t one to call people profane names often… but what a fucking bitch.

“I’d rather be trapped at the bottom of the ocean without an oxygen tank.” “Why suffocate down there when you could suffocate on my cock instead?”

Now, what I hadn’t planned for was the surge of jealousy at her mentioning another person taking my place.

“You what?” I challenged. “You want my mouth on your pussy, don’t you?”

“You know my brain inside and out. In the span of a minute, you can make me feel a rainbow of emotions. You know exactly what makes me tick. You can read my facial expressions like you memorized them a thousand lifetimes ago. So, while you might not know my favorite color or how I take my coffee… you know me. Far better than I’d like to admit.” “Blue.” “What?” “Your favorite color is blue. Light blue to be specific. And you don’t drink coffee, you drink tea. Ginger tea twice in the morning and chamomile once at night. If neither of those are available then you’ll settle for green.”

“I make you turned on…” “And then some.” I pressed my forehead to hers. “You’ve been eye fucking me since the day I moved in.” “You must be mistaken, because I’ve hated your guts the entire time.” “No, you haven’t. You just wished I was rearranging yours.”

“I hate you,” she moaned breathlessly against my lips. “Likewise.” I grabbed her waist and lifted her up out of the pool and onto the ledge. “Now pull your swimsuit over to the side and spread your legs so I can taste your pussy.”

Mae might’ve been okay being the naked neighbor, but there wasn’t a chance in hell that I’d let one of our neighbors get a free show of all the ways I was about to make her come for me.

“Not a chance, March. Out there I might let you get the upper hand, but in this bedroom, I’m in charge.”

Now take this cock that you wanted so badly.”

“You look so pretty taking all of me like that.”

“I—” “Take it.” Flames awakened in his eyes before he dropped down to capture my lips and whispered against them. “Pretty little sluts like you deserve it.”

My eyes rolled instinctively. “Oh, suck my dick, balls included.”

“It’s brand new… I wouldn’t give you a jersey someone else has worn. You deserve better than that.”

“You’re gorgeous, Mae. More gorgeous than my thoughts from the last seven years led me to believe.” He ran a thumb over his bottom lip slowly as he looked me up and down. “Like it or not, I’ll never apologize for admiring how beautiful you are.”

I sat against the headboard scrolling on my phone for the better half of twenty minutes before I heard the front door creak open. Another five, and I would’ve marched into Mae’s house and carried her to my bed, slapping her ass along the way in the hopes that she’d let one of those charming giggles slip past her lips like last time.

“Please,” Mae begged, wriggling beneath me as her thighs began to tremble. With my hand back around her throat, I pressed my fingertips deeper into the sides. “You can come for me now.”

“It’s too much.” “You can take more,” I rasped into her ear, eliciting a small shiver as goose bumps started to prickle her arms. “I’ll tell you when you’ve had enough.”

Such a fucking good girl. I knew she could take more. "How does it feel being such a good girl for me?"

“I want to keep going,” she mumbled, her head resting against my shoulder and her eyes still closed. “Beg for it. I want to hear you use your words.” “Please.” “Please, what?” “Fuck me. Please fuck me,” she begged with those big doe eyes that made my dick throb. “I thought it was too much?” “I can take it,” she whimpered. “I promise.”

“Such a pretty little slut desperate for my cock.”

“Your pussy feels so good.” She tightened herself around me and I almost lost it right then, but I did my best to hold on a little bit longer so she could get another orgasm out of this. I wanted to see her mouth open into a perfect oval shape. “So come in it.”

“Come here.” He placed his hands gently on the sides of my upper arms and helped me lean back against his chest once again. “No, I can’t.” “We’re done for the night, baby. Let me clean you up.”

“You did such a good job for me tonight.”

“I’m serious. Every time I thought you were too tired to continue, you’d surprise me by taking another one… and another one,” he praised, kissing along my jawline and my stomach filled with butterflies. I could listen to him talk like this all night. “Keep going,” I taunted. “And the way you kept going, taking me so well, even when you thought you couldn’t handle any more.” His breath against my ear sent chills skating down my skin. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Good girl. Now, take a few sips so we can go to sleep.”

“Open the damn door, Mae, or I’ll break it down myself.”

The most stunning girl in the world with her face in her palms. My fucking heart couldn’t take seeing her like this.

I could feel the wetness from her tears soaking through my suit, but I couldn’t have cared less. I’d walk out onto that runway naked if it helped her feel better.

“Baby, tell me what’s wrong? Talk to me.”

“I’m going to kill him.” I broke apart from her body to stand, and pushed off the ground, headed straight toward the door.

“I’m right here, baby,” I whispered, pulling her firmly to my chest once again.

What I wouldn’t give to lay out the fucker who was responsible for making Mae fall apart like that.

“Stop talking and let me kiss you for a while.”

“Just lie back and let me take care of you.”

I began placing searing kisses, across her jawline and down the sides of her neck, lifting her legs up and pinning them together by her ankles as I dropped down to my knees to lick her sweet pussy.

Fuck, I could do this all night, getting drunk off her juices until she was too overstimulated to keep going.

“Spread your legs and play with your pussy for me.”

If I didn’t have a job, I’d stay in this bed and kiss her forever. Spending days, weeks, committing every inch of her mouth to memory. Picking up on all of her little antics, like how she’d bite my bottom lip to throw me off guard, so she could take dominance.

“Now get your hands off of her before I break yours.”

“Touch. Her. Again…” I pulled back his pinky until a wail escaped his throat. “And I’ll break your arm next time. Do you understand?”

“You’re mine. Do you understand that?” I leaned in, sealing my words with a kiss. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I never stop thinking about you. Even when we lived a thousand miles apart and I hadn’t seen you in seven years, you consumed my thoughts more than I’d like to admit. Don’t you get that?”

“For a long time, I hated that I wanted you. I hated that you drove me fucking crazy, taking up space in my head at all hours of the day. I hated that when you joked about not sleeping in my bed tonight, the first thought I had was how awful my day would be tomorrow because I wouldn’t get to wake up next to you.”

“And if another guy bothers you like that, tell me. I can’t guarantee it’ll be just his hand next time.” “Did you really break his hand for me?” “I’d do anything for you. Now get on your knees for me.”

“Get up. I want to fuck you in front of the mirror, baby.”

“You’re mine,” I rasped against the shell of her ear, picking up the pace. Mae whimpered, nodding her head up and down. “I want to hear you say it.” Our eyes locked in the mirror as I thrust into her one final time before we both came together and she drained every last ounce of cum out of me. “I’m yours.”