Hustle Me (Bank Shot Romance #1)(65)
Author: Jennifer Foor

Elle and Zach came walking toward us hand in hand, followed by Jammer’s mother. "We figured you would be in here. Are you two better now? Have we finally heard the last of Charlie’s miserable complaining?"

I pushed Elle for making fun of me. "Shut up!"

"She’s got a point. You haven’t exactly been easy to be around lately," Zach chimed in.

Jammer reached his arms around me from behind. I felt him kissing the side of my cheek. "I’ll take care of her from now on, because I’m never letting her go again."

His mother walked up to us and hugged us both. "I’m so happy to see the both of you smiling. You have time before the final match, if you two want to be alone. I’m sure the rest of us can find something to do."

Jammer smacked me lightly on the ass. He grabbed both of the pool cases and threw them over his shoulder. With his free hand, he found mine and waved as we exited the building without saying another word to anyone.

Once outside, he put down the sticks and leaned me up against the building. "I can’t wait another second to kiss you again."

His mouth was aggressive and I met his pace as our tongues mingled together. My hands slid inside of his shirt and I felt his warm skin. I pulled him even closer as we continued kissing. He pulled away and kissed all around my mouth. "So, it’s a proven fact that sex relaxes the mind. I think we should go back to my room and practice relaxing."

I giggled and kissed him on the chin. "Sounds good to me. I mean, I’d hate for you to be stressed before the big match."

We started walking in the direction of an old motel. “I don’t know if I can make it inside the room before I get you naked. I’m so turned on right now and it’s been too long.”

I had to admit, it made me happy to hear that it had been a while since he’d been with someone. It made me believe that maybe I was the only person he wanted to be with and that he really did have hopes of us getting back together. “We better hurry then.”

When Jammer stuck his key into the door, I couldn’t control myself any longer. I slid my body between him and the door and started unbuttoning his pants. We shuffled into the dark room and he used his foot to close the door behind us. His skin tasted salty from sweat but the smell of alcohol wasn’t as strong as our first kiss. His hands grabbed a chunk of my hair and he pulled it back so he could kiss down the base of my neck. I closed my eyes suddenly remembering how amazing it felt to be kissed by this sexy ass man. He drug his lips over my chin, letting his tongue work its way back up to my mouth. I heard him grumble as his lips met mine again. “I need you so bad.” He grabbed my shirt and tugged it off of my head. I reached back and unhooked my own bra, shaking it off of my br**sts, while Jammer yanked down my pants. He kissed the skin between my br**sts while moving my pants below my hips. Gentle kisses were placed down my abdomen and when I felt my pants falling past my knees, I also felt where his mouth was headed.

With both of his hands grabbing each of my legs, they traveled up until the beginning of my thighs. His tongue teased the smooth skin above my sex. I licked my lips as I watched him so close to touching me there. “Baby, you are so f**king sexy.”

I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled it over his head. As soon as his head was free from fabric, his hand started playing with my lower lips. He spread them open and inserted his finger inside of my heat. I leaned back against the dresser and closed my eyes, focusing on how it was making me feel. Jammer placed small kisses all around my thighs, before taking his tongue and pressing it against my clit. His first touch made me buck against him. He pulled away and licked it again, while still moving a finger in and out of me. Right before I started to cry out, he stood up and lifted me onto the dresser. He took my legs and placed them around his hips. I couldn’t believe how badly I wanted him to be inside of me. I scooted my ass off the edge of the dresser and felt him teasing my sex with his hardness. He slapped it against my clit, each time while sucking both of my ni**les. I felt his hand cup my breast and pinch the tip just as he entered me with his erection.

It felt so tight and so tremendously amazing to feel him driving deep into me. I tightened my legs around his hips and reached my arms around his neck. I knew his tight ass was working hard to steady his eager pace.

“Charlie…you feel so good.”

“Don’t stop.”

I could feel the texture of him as it glided against the walls of my sex. I’d become so wet that it was starting to make a slapping sound when our skin smacked together. My br**sts were bouncing around as I began pushing myself into his thrusts. The harder he pounded the more I mimicked his movements. I teased his tongue with mine, meeting them outside of our mouths. Jammer bit down on my bottom lip and pulled it away with his teeth.

I could feel my muscles tightening as he moved even faster. The warm sensation started between my legs, but rushed throughout my whole body. Jammer’s hands dug into the cheeks of my ass as he heard me crying out. He tossed his head back and tightened his face as he filled me with his release.

Afterwards we just stayed wrapped in each other’s embrace. I kept my legs tight around his hips.

He kissed me softly and held his head against mine. "You know, the guy I’m playing is really good. He won the whole thing last year."

"It’s a good thing that I own a freaking bar and am in the market for a new bartender. The one I hired sucks." I laughed. "Jammer, win or lose, you still win. Sure, it’s less money, but we have something that is way more important than any amount of money. We have a family."

He smiled and kissed me again. "Yeah, we really do, Charlie. We really do."

Epilogue

Jammer

1 year later

“Mom, how many times are you going to keep checking the door?” Ever since we opened for the morning shift she had been watching the doors. A local newspaper was doing a story on the tavern. My mother was just a little too excited about it. Since she’d been living with us, we’d turned the tavern into a local favorite.

Everything turned around for us after playing in the U.S. Open. I may have only came in second, but after being picked up by sponsors and joining the pro-circuit; I was making a pretty good side income. Sure, I had to travel here and there, but usually Charlie went with me. My mother lived with us and never minded watching Ryan if we needed to go out of town.

In the past year Charlie and I had become closer, if that was even possible. You’d think that after working all day together and living under the same roof, we would want to kill each other. The truth was I think we were better together.