CHANGING THE PLAYER: Charleston Pirates #1 by Chance, Jacob (digital e reader TXT) 📕

“It really doesn’t. Our past is supposed to teach us lessons.”

“What did yours teach you?” he inquires.

“Not to get married again.” I laugh.

“Be serious. If I have to share, so do you.” His eyes turn stern, and I stick my tongue out.

“My past has taught me I can achieve what I want if I only set my mind to it. My parents taught me to work hard, but I’ve also learned that I don’t want to parent like they did. I want to be a hands-on mother and I don’t want a nanny raising my child for me.”

“How are you going to make sure that happens?” he asks.

“I’m going to need to take on less work and delegate more.”

“I’m sure that’ll be a big adjustment for you.”

“It will be, but I better start planning it out because it’ll be happening in the not so distant future.”

His blue orbs stare earnestly up at me. “You’re going to be an amazing mother.”

“You think?” I ask, baring my insecurity to him.

“I know you will.”

His words mean so much to me. My eyes sting with tears as I’m suddenly overwhelmed with an abundance of emotions. A bubble of gratitude swells in my chest, and I lean down, pressing my lips to Flynn’s. The upside-down kiss is meant to be a simple meeting of our mouths, a brief thank you from one friend to another. But friendship is not even close to what I’m feeling.

Flynn releases a surprised grunt and then his tongue sweeps along the seam of my mouth. Parting my lips, our tongues touch for the first time, and time stops. All that matters is this kiss.

My fingers clutch his head as I try to get impossibly closer. Our tongues twist and tangle in an eager frenzy.

For every excuse my brain calls forward, I throw it back rapid fire.

Our kiss, though unexpected, feels inevitable, like the sun rising each morning. Some forces are too powerful to stop once they’ve been set in motion, and this is one of them. All we can do is hang on and enjoy the ride.

15

Flynn

Nadia’s tongue boldly slides along mine, sending a jolt of desire straight to my dick. Reaching up, I cup the back of her neck, pulling her closer.

Fuck me. Kissing Nadia is even hotter than I’d imagined it would be.

As painful as it is to tear my lips from hers, I need my hands on her beguiling form, mapping out every tantalizing curve.

Sitting up, I spin around and crash our lips together once more. Gripping her hips, I slide her down the couch until she’s beneath me. I lower until our torsos connect, with her soft tits pressing against the hard wall of my chest. My ragged groan gets smothered by our heated kiss.

Nadia’s legs circle my hips, and her fingertips clutch my shoulders, drawing me closer. I caress a palm up her thigh, gripping her hip and wishing she were naked. The only way this could be any better is if I were touching her bare skin.

My other hand slides upward over her ribs to palm and squeeze one of her full breasts. My cock grinds into the seam of her jeans, and her breath hitches. Rocking my hips, I create the friction we’re both craving.

“Don’t stop,” Nadia whispers against my mouth.

“No fucking chance,” I growl before my tongue dips between her lips. I’m not stopping until she comes.

Her sock-covered heels dig into my ass with urgency as her hips circle, complementing the rhythm I set.

My lips trail down to lay kisses under her jawline before I hover above her lips, watching and waiting for her to unravel.

Nadia’s head falls back, arching her neck forward. The elegant column of coffee colored skin is too much to resist. I drag the tip of my tongue in a straight line, stopping just shy of her mouth. Drawing her bottom lip between my teeth, I nip the fullness and soothe the sting with my tongue.

Her quick, jerky exhales blow against my face and I know she’s close. Bracing my weight on my forearms, I cup her face. Her eyelids flutter open and her passion-glazed stare meets mine. “Come for me. I want to watch you unravel.” Grinding my cock against her clit a few more times sets Nadia off. Her face lights up like fireworks in the night sky. I can’t take my eyes off her as she trembles and moans through her orgasm. She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, and at this precise second it hits me—I’m fucked. Completely and utterly fucked.

I’m experiencing some unexpected emotions toward Nadia and I don’t know what to do with them. But emotions aside, what I do know is, I won’t be satisfied until I have her naked beneath me with my cock buried inside her. I’ve never wanted anyone with such a vicious intensity, and what I want, I go after. I won’t stop until she’s mine.

Holding her close, I wait for her breathing to even out and my cock to calm down. But I have a feeling as long as I’m touching her, my hard-on isn’t going anywhere.

Nadia pushes on my chest and I loosen my hold, rolling toward the back of the couch. Sweeping a lock of hair from her forehead, I tuck it behind her ear.

“You’re so beautiful. I loved watching you come,” I say.

Nadia covers her eyes with her forearm. “Oh God. I can’t believe we did that.”

Pulling her arm down to the couch beside her head, I thread my fingers between hers. “Don’t you dare regret what just happened.” My steely tone has her eyes showing her surprise. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. I’m not going to let you ruin it by being embarrassed about something that was special.”

“I’m not trying to ruin it for you, but I can’t help that I’m embarrassed. This kind of behavior is unusual for me, and it never should’ve happened. Especially not with