Play With Me (Playing for Keeps, #2)

by Becka Mack

Her words die a gasp when I pin her to the wall with my hips, wrists locked in my hands on either side of her head. “I’ll marry you right the fuck now. Don’t test me, baby Beckett.” She squirms, hips lifting. “I’m not a baby.” “No, you’re not.” I release one wrist so I can grab a fistful of her stellar ass and hoist her up to me, long legs coming around my waist. I drop my lips to hers. “You’re my sunshine, and one day, you’ll be my wife.” “Okay,” she says on a soft sigh as my mouth trails her jaw. “That sounds nice.” “I can’t wait to fuck you for the rest of my life.” “Hey, Jennie, are we gettin’ that pizza or—” Carter’s words end a shriek as he stops at the top of the staircase, horrified gaze glued to our intimate position. I can only assume he heard my last words too. I sigh, because I’m going to have to hear about his new trauma for at least the next month. Carter spins away from us. “Ollie! I need help!” “Do your breathing exercises, babe!” she shouts back. His footsteps thud so quickly down the stairs it’s a wonder he doesn’t faceplant. “I don’t remember how!” I look back at my sunshine, the smug smirk on her beautiful face. Her fingers thread through my hair, and she lifts one shoulder in an innocent shrug. “Oops.”