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

feel just how tense you are, and if you don’t let go of that, you won’t enjoy this like you should.”

“That’s easier said than done,” I tell him. I look down and blush a deeper shade of red at the sight of him beneath me. This is a first for me, so I will my body to relax and just enjoy this. I’m going to need to enjoy it while it’s happening, because as soon as he walks out my hotel room door, it can’t and won’t happen again.

“That’s it,” he praises, “now, just let your body feel,” he tells me before sucking my clit back between his lips. I do as he says and just let my body feel. I’ve never been very adventurous in the bedroom, never been with someone that wanted much more than missionary, maybe the occasional time with me on top or a few seconds of doggy. So being with Lucas like this is a whole new experience for me, one that, I have to admit, I’m really enjoying now that I’ve let my body relax and get into it. Before I even realize it, my hips are rolling as he works my body over. He’s slid a few fingers inside my pussy as his tongue does some incredible things to my clit, which has me soaring over the cliff as my orgasm crashes through my body. I come so hard; my entire body is shaking as I fall forward, no longer having the strength to hold myself up.

I’m in the best post-orgasm haze. I can feel Lucas shifting around as he slides out from beneath me and goes up behind me, pressing his hard body against my back. I can feel his hard as a bat cock nestled against the crack of my ass, but am surprised when he doesn’t attempt to do anything except hold me as I come down from my intense orgasm.

I swipe some hairs from my forehead that had fallen from my messy bun. “Feeling okay?” Lucas whispers, his lips mere centimeters from my ear.

“Never been better, but I might be a bit sore later. Your scruff did a number on my lady bits,” I tell him honestly, now that I’m feeling the aftermath.

“Come with me,” he says, rolling over and out of the bed. I look over my shoulder at him. He’s standing at the edge of the bed, his hand out for me to take. I roll over, sitting at the edge of the bed for a second before I attempt to stand. Once I’m confident my legs will hold me, I stand and take his offered hand. I have no clue what he’s planning, but something tells me I can trust him.

Lucas leads me into the oversized bathroom my suite happens to have and flips the plug to the jetted tub before he turns the water on to start filling it. I watch in amazement as he adds some of the bath salts that are on the ledge, then grabs two towels and places them on the floor next to the tub. He turns back to me, offering me his hand and I step up next to him at the edge of the tub. “Let’s relax and soak. It will help with the soreness.” I’m a little in awe at his tenderness. I stay rooted in my spot as he steps into the hot water. I know it is hot just from the steam that is rising from it. I take his offered hand again and step in. We both sit down, him behind me with his large body cradling me. Once we’re seated, he reaches over and shuts the water off and hits the button to start the jets now that we’ve got enough water for them to run correctly.

We lay there in the bath for a while, the silence never feeling awkward or heavy. I could almost fall asleep like this. A warm body holding me like I’m the most important asset it has to protect.

“Feeling better?” he finally asks, breaking the silence. I watch as he cups water in his large hand, then lets it run down my chest and over my breasts.

“Yes, I’m ready for bed now,” I tell him.

“Do you want to get out?” he asks, shifting slightly underneath me.

“No,” I tell him honestly and can feel him chuckle.

“We can stay as long as you want. Or until the water goes completely cold,” he says.

“Five more minutes,” I tell him.

I watch as he stops with the water over my breasts, his hand coming to rest on my abdomen. His hands are so large, they cover my entire rib cage from just under my breasts to my hip bone. I don’t know what it is about having them on me, but it is such a comfort, one that I’ve longed for, for a while now.

My five minutes pass by, plus some, before we finally move to get out of the tub. I’m now water-logged, sexed happy, and extremely tired. I let Lucas wrap the fluffy towel around my body, loving how he tenderly tucks the end between my breasts to keep the towel in place. “Let’s get you into bed,” he suggests, leaning down and placing a kiss on the corner of my mouth. I walk out of the bathroom, not really knowing what to expect. Do I ask him to stay? Would he even want to stay?

“I can practically hear you thinking from over here.” He chuckles at me.

“Sorry, I’m just not sure what’s next, or what’s the protocol, or what you’re thinking,” I ramble on, not making much sense.

I stop at my suitcase and pull out a clean pair of panties and my sleep set.

Lucas walks up behind me and takes the items from my hands before tossing them onto the bed. He turns me in his arms and tips my head up to look at him. I see so many things swimming in his blue eyes. Lust. Want. But I