The Screw Ball (Indianapolis Lightning Book 3) by Samantha Lind (the lemonade war series .TXT) 📕

her, wanting her to use my body to reach that ultimate release. “Fuck,” I growl as I feel the tingle at the base of my spine start to strengthen before it slides down into my balls and shaft.

It all happens too quickly, I’m not even sure I know what happens first, but I do know that I come so hard I see stars behind my eyes as I empty into the condom with Carmen’s body milking me as she comes hard.

I roll our sweat-slick bodies as I collapse onto the bed. I didn’t want to crush her and that is exactly what would have happened had I collapsed on top.

I kiss her shoulder as I attempt to suck in a few calming breaths. “You good?” I ask once my breathing has returned to almost normal.

“Yeah,” she says, pushing up from the bed. I watch as she starts to walk out of the room.

“Where are you going?” I call out, just as I hear the bathroom door snick shut. I stay on the bed, sprawled out with every part of my body on display, hoping she’ll return, and we can do that all again.

Twelve

Carmen

“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck” I chant to myself as I stand at the bathroom sink looking at my reflection in the mirror. What did I just do? Why did I just let Lucas ravish my body like he did? That man is talented. My body has never felt so good, nor do I think I’ve ever come that hard. I’m not usually one that can orgasm during intercourse, so the fact that I did is saying something.

I sit down and pee quickly. The last thing I need while on the road is a UTI. I contemplate jumping in the shower to wash off the sex sweat, but wonder if that would be more awkward with Lucas still in my room. I grab the fluffy hotel robe from the back of the door, wrapping it around my body before I open the bathroom door and walk back into the room.

I’m a confident, bad-ass woman. There is no reason I should feel any shame for just having sex, possibly the best ever. So, I hold my head high and walk back into the bedroom. I grab a hair tie from my bag as I walk past it, pulling my hair up into a messy bun on the top of my head.

“Everything okay?” Lucas asks, his sexy voice causing my lady bits to tingle.

“Yea-Yes,” I correct myself. Remember, you are a bad-ass and confident woman. Do not feel shame. My inner voice encourages me as I step closer to the bed. The same one that Lucas is still sprawled out on; did I mention he’s still gloriously naked? Every last drool worthy inch of him is on display to me and I, all of a sudden, have a craving to run my tongue along the ridges of his abs.

“Carmen.” He says my name, pulling me from my trance. Shit. I’m so busted checking him out.

“Yes?” I say, more question-like than statement as I shift my eyes up to meet his. He’s got a shit-eating grin filling his face, seeing as he just busted me checking him out.

“See something you like, Red? You’re more than welcome to come back for round two,” he says, tapping the bed beside him as he rolls onto his side. I can’t help but allow my eyes to follow the length of his body as he moves. My eyes widen when I stop on his cock. He’s hard again and I can feel the slickness between my thighs in response.

“Maybe,” I breathily reply. I flick my eyes back to his and watch as they dilate as I flick my tongue across my bottom lip to moisten it. The sexual tension is practically crackling between us and I can tell now that it is inevitable that we’ll end up in another jumbled, tangled mess of limbs, sooner if the look in Lucas’s eyes is any indication.

“Why don’t you come back over here, lose the robe on the way, and sit on my face. Let me make you feel really good,” he says, my eyes falling once more as he starts stroking his cock.

“How?” I ask, pointing to his cock.

“How what, baby?” he asks.

“How are you able to go again and so quickly?” I ask in astonishment. I’ve never been with a guy that had any rebound time, much less within an hour.

“Easy, Red,” he says, using that damn nickname that pisses me off just as much as it turns me on—not that I’ll ever tell him that. “Stamina. I’ve got it in spades. Haven’t you seen me out on the field?”

“Some,” I admit. “But I don’t ever get to watch a game from start to end. I’m always busy with something and only get to catch bits and pieces.”

He holds out a hand, encouraging me to come join him. I pull the belt free, allowing the robe to fall from my shoulders. I drop it to the floor, standing still for a few seconds as it pools at my feet.

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he muses, and it causes me to blush. “Red,” his voice drops an octave and gets all gravely, “get your pretty ass over here. Now. Or I’m going to spank the shit out of it.”

I do as instructed, walking to the edge of the bed. I place a knee on the mattress, sliding on as seductively as possible. “Like this?” I ask.

“Yes, now get your sexy ass up here and let me eat your pussy,” he says as he slides his hands under my arms and helps guide me up the bed and to where he wants me.

“Lucas,” I try and scold him, but it comes out all breathless seeing how his tongue just connected with my clit.

“Relax and just let your body enjoy,” he says after sliding me off his mouth for a second. “I can