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

also see some hesitation, maybe a little worry mixed in, as well. I’ve always thought that he was this over-confident and often cocky man, but maybe that is just a façade. “What comes next is up to us. There is no protocol. We’re both adults. We can decide for ourselves what we want, where we stand. I’m not saying this is forever, but I can tell you that I’ve enjoyed getting to know you better lately and I want to get to know you even more. We’ve proven tonight that we connect on an intimate level,” he says, and that devilish smirk returns to his lips. “One I wouldn’t mind exploring more,” he says, then lowers his head to place a kiss on the corner of my mouth. “But for now, how about we get some sleep. We can see how we feel in the morning.”

“Okay,” I finally agree. “Does that mean that you’re staying the night?”

“Unless you kick me out, I plan on laying my head on that pillow over there and holding you in my arms all night,” he says, and I about melt into a puddle at his feet.

Instead, he steps away from me, closing the distance over to the bed, and holds up my clothes. I follow him, slipping my panties on before dropping the towel. I slip my shorts and tank top on, as well. “I need to brush my teeth before I get into bed,” I tell him and pad off to the bathroom. I rush through my nighttime routine before returning to the bedroom. “I found a hotel toiletry kit in the bathroom with a toothbrush, if you wanted one,” I tell him.

“Thanks, I’ll go get myself ready,” he says. I watch his tight ass—unfortunately, it is now covered by the fabric of his boxer briefs, so at least it’s being showcased nicely—as he walks away. I bite my lower lip to stop myself from either moaning or drooling at the sight of it. Once Lucas is out of the room and my line of vision, I pull back the sheets and adjust the pillows on my side of the bed. I slip between the cold sheets, loving the crisp feeling of them on my skin. I’m still a little warm from the hot water we soaked in for so long, that the coldness from the sheets feels so good against my hot skin.

Thirteen

Lucas

I wake up, still a little shocked I ended up in Carmen’s room, naked, with her coming on my cock and tongue multiple times last night. It was so much better than I could have ever imagined it to be, especially once I got her to relax and just feel.

I can’t see a clock from the way I’m lying on the bed with Carmen tucked into me. I know it’s early since it is still dark outside.

I slip from the bed, needing to piss. I take care of business, find my phone, and make sure that I didn’t miss anything important while I’ve been a little occupied with Carmen. I don’t find anything pressing, so I set an alarm on my phone, then set it on the nightstand before I slide back into bed and curl around Carmen once again. I haven’t slept this soundly in forever. Being with her last night was so much more than I ever could have expected. I can only hope it wasn’t a one-time thing. Something tells me she isn’t the one-night stand kind of woman. I start thinking of ways I can convince her to give me a shot as I drift off to sleep for another few hours.

“Lucas!” Carmen screeches my name and she suddenly sits up. I crack my eyes open and see the panic on her face as she looks at me and around the room. The sun has come up, now, bathing the room in lots of light.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, trying to reach out and pull her back into my arms, but fail when she bats my hands away.

“I have an eight thirty meeting,” she says, all flustered as she tries to untangle her body from the sheets.

“What time is it?” I ask as I roll over and reach for my phone. Apparently, I had my phone on silence and the seven thirty alarm I set went off but we didn’t hear it. I see that it is already eight fifteen, so at least she isn’t late for the meeting yet. “Shit,” I mutter, rolling myself out of the bed. “What can I do to help?” I ask as she starts to run around, grabbing clothes from her suitcase before disappearing into the bathroom.

“I don’t know!” she cries from the other side of the closed door. I can hear the water running and the rustling of her moving around, probably trying to do her hair and put on makeup at the same time.

“How about some coffee and breakfast. I can put in an order for the Starbucks downstairs and run down to get it if you tell me what you want,” I offer.

I pull up the app, and the door to the bathroom flies open. “You’re a godsend,” she says, already dressed in a pencil skirt and blouse with some fuck-me heels that have my dick twitching in my boxer briefs. “I’ll take a Grande White Mocha with an extra shot of espresso, no whip cream and a breakfast sandwich, the bacon Gouda one, if they have it,” she says, pulling me from my dirty thoughts. I punch all of that into the app, sending the order in while I go in search of my clothes.

“Do you want me to bring it back up here to the room, or just meet you in the lobby?” I ask as I slip my shoes on. She’s down to about seven minutes until her meeting starts, so hopefully it is somewhere close by.

“Can you bring it to the meeting room next to the banquet room the team meals are