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  The Hottest Player

  by

  R.L. Kenderson

  PUBLISHED BY:

  R.L. Kenderson

  The Hottest Player

  Copyright © 2018 by Renae Au and Lara Kennedy

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  Cover Art: R.L. Kenderson

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  The Hottest Player Blurb

  I met her in a bar and knew right away she was full of herself.

  She'd become known as the hottest player because guys always wanted more.

  And she knew it.

  But I just might steal that title.

  After all, she hasn't slept with me yet.

  Dear Readers-

  The Hottest Player was originally written for a multi-author anthology that fell through. We decided to put it on Amazon as a standalone short story for everyone to enjoy. We hope you adore this quick, sexy read.

  With Love,

  R.L. Kenderson

  Mace

  “Dude, she’s here!”

  I took a sip of my beer and slowly turned around on my stool.

  My younger cousin, Andrew, was next to me, nearly bouncing off his seat at the appearance of one woman.

  I thought he was nuts.

  “So, that’s the infamous London James.”

  “Isn’t she beautiful?” My cousin asked, drool practically falling to the floor. He was a love-sick fool, and one of the few guys in the room who hadn’t been lucky enough to have sex with her.

  Apparently, she left men in a puddle of orgasmic bliss after fucking them stupid.

  I didn’t do stupid.

  I looked at Andrew and shook my head before turning back to the female who grabbed everyone’s attention. “Eh. She’s okay,” I said.

  It was a lie. She was average height, with a trim build. But on that slim body, she also had an awesome set of hips and perfect fucking breasts. She wore a skirt short enough to be appealing but modest enough not to embarrass daddy, and her top was the same. A view of cleavage but nothing extreme. Her hair was wavy, blonde, and long. And her eyes. They were brown and huge in her pixie face. The kind of eyes that stared into your soul.

  I turned back around.

  “What? You’re crazy!” Andrew told me

  I shrugged. It wasn’t the first time someone had called me that.

  I sensed her before she said anything. I could almost feel the crowd parting for her.

  Didn’t people understand this was just one chick in a world of over a billion?

  “Hey, Andrew,” she said, her voice like silk. “Who’s this?”

  “This is my cousin, Mace Hudson. He just moved here. Mace, this is London James.”

  She held out her hand and beamed at me. “Hello, Mace,” she said, her voice now a tad deeper.

  I looked at her hand but didn’t move to take it. “Hey,” I said, looking forward again. I hadn’t even bothered to pivot my seat toward her.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her shocked look for a split second before she put a smile on her face again.

  This chick had probably never experienced someone not falling to their knees, begging for her to give them attention.

  I’d met plenty of girls like her before. She wasn’t as special as she thought.

  My extended family had grown up in a small town in the Midwest, but my mom had gotten out of there the second she graduated, going not just to a big city but the nearest metropolis for college. She met my dad there, and that’s where I’d grown up. We’d used to visit my mom’s hometown when I was little, but after my grandparents passed away, we’d stopped. And my mom’s brother, his wife, and their two kids always came to visit us.

  But recently, my uncle and aunt had decided to retire, and asked me to help Andrew take over their family business. I had various experience at top-level positions at a few companies, and I was more than happy to step in and help my family. I was getting tired of the busy life I led in the city, and I needed a change. This opportunity had been the perfect excuse.

  But because of where I was from, I could spot a woman like London a mile away. She was one of dozens. But she was a big fish in a small pond in this town. Her father owned the biggest bank, which made her rich, beautiful, and well-known.

  Those who didn’t want to marry her, wanted to sleep with her, and she knew it. She’d probably never been turned down in her life.

  Except by me.

  Not that I didn’t want to fuck her. I did. But I was going to make her earn a place in my bed.

  London

  I stared at the man in front of me, finding his attitude toward me rude.

  Nobody had ever dismissed me before, and it was kind of hot.

  I rubbed my legs together under my skirt, trying to keep my arousal at bay. I hadn’t planned on getting laid tonight, but I just might need to change my plans.

  “Do you want to dance, London?”

  I turned to Andrew. Ever the overeager puppy, this one. Just the kind of guy that I wasn’t attracted to, despite his preppy good looks. He was too into me and would never give me a challenge. In or out of the bedroom. I didn’t like guys who kissed my feet.

  At least, not long term. I admit it felt good to be doted upon every once in a while, and that’s why I didn’t kick guys like Andrew to the curb.

  “Sure,” I told him, even though I’d rather dance with his more masculine cousin. Where Andrew was preppy, Mace was rugged. His hair was medium brown, which matched the short beard on his square jaw. He wore a dark blue Henley and worn-in jeans. Mace was one-hundred percent real man. I’d hadn’t met one like him in a long time.

  But Mace would have to wait for now.

  “Ladies first,” Andrew said and followed me out the dance floor.

  Once we were out there, he made sure to keep a respectful distance away from me, and I gave him a once-over. He wore khakis and a plaid button-up shirt. Yawn. It was boring.

  Yet he was dressed like most of the guys in the bar, so I couldn’t fault him too much.

  Andrew and I got into the music, and before long, we had worked up a sweat and were dancing with a group of people.

  My best friend, Elle, showed up with her husband, Zach, and joined us. I’d known Andrew, Elle, and Zach my whole life. Such was life, living in a small town. It was harder to find someone you didn’t know than someone you did here.

  The popular eighties song stopped, and the DJ put on a slow song next. Zach pulled Elle into his embrace while I turned to tell Andrew I needed a break. He’d be disappointed, but I didn’t feel like leading anyone on tonight.

  I saw the hopeful look in Andrew’s eyes, and I opened my mouth to tell him I was done when a strong arm wrapped around me from the back.

  “She’s dancing with me.”

  His voice was rough and sexy next to my ear, and I spun in his arms. I wrapped my arms around Mace’s neck, and he pulled me flush against his body. No propriety in this dance.

  I saw Andrew slink off to the bar, and I felt bad for him.

  “That wasn’t very nice of you to steal me from your cousin.”

  Mace laughed. “You were two seconds from bolting. Don’t act like I stole you from anyone.”

  Growing
up as the daughter of one of the town’s most prominent business men, I had practiced proper etiquette since I was little. I could fake my way through a boring dinner, and I could turn down a man with a sincere sounding regret. Mace was just guessing how I’d felt about Andrew.

  “You’re just guessing that,” I said partly to deny him and partly to try to provoke him.

  “Whatever you say.”

  He didn’t take my bait.

  I reigned in my sigh and let myself enjoy the feel of Mace’s body against mine.

  I wondered what he would feel like inside me. Would he like the way I felt? Could I bring him to orgasm?

  Ugh. What was wrong with me? I didn’t think of guys like that. Sure, when I slept with someone, I wanted them to have a good time, but I never worried about it. And I didn’t even have Mace in bed! I didn’t like this unconfident side of me. I met this man an hour ago. I should not let a stranger affect me so much.

  “You would never be satisfied with someone like him.”

  I leaned back in Mace’s arms. “Huh?”

  The corner of his mouth ticked up. “Andrew. You would never be satisfied with someone like him. He would never satisfy you.” He dropped his smile. “That’s how I know you were going to leave him up here to dance alone.”

  I swallowed and lifted my chin. “And you know what would satisfy me, I presume?”

  Mace pulled me close again and kissed my neck. “You need a man who tells you what to do in bed. You need someone with a big cock who makes you scream when you come. Not timid shit. You need a fucking man.”

  I was breathing hard, and my heart was pounding. Don’t let this guy know he affects you, London.

  I shrugged. “Whatever you say. I’ve been there, done that. It’s all the same if you ask me.”

  Mace laughed.

  I narrowed my eyes at him. “What’s so funny?”

  “You.”

  “Me?”

  “Yeah.”

  I tried to pull away but Mace held me tight. “How so?” I challenged him.

  “Because a woman who make statements like that hasn’t been properly fucked.”

  My mouth dropped open while he seemed to be deciding something.

  “What the hell. I was going to make you work for it, but after that confession, I think you’ve suffered enough.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  Mace let me go and grabbed my hand, leading me toward the front of the bar. We walked past Elle, Zach, and Andrew, and Mace gave them a single wave.

  He wasn’t taking me to the front of the bar.

  He was taking me home.

  Mace

  I had watched London dancing with my cousin while the two guys beside me had talked about her. They referred to her as a player, a tease. A tease because she led on many of the guys in town, thinking they were going to get a piece of her when it was never going to happen. The funny thing was that none of the men could see it about themselves.

  The player description was because when she did sleep with someone, they fell in love with her and she never had sex with them again.

  That alone told me she’d never been satisfied in bed.

  And I figured it was my job to remedy that.

  I led London to my car and opened the door for her. “Get in.”

  Her eyes widened. “I can’t go anywhere with you.”

  “Sweetheart, you can go anywhere you want. And right now, you’re coming home with me.”

  She didn’t say anymore, sliding into her seat, but once I got inside, she was full of questions.

  “Where do you live?”

  “4th street.”

  “Do you live by yourself?”

  I looked at her like she was crazy. “I’m thirty-three years old. Of course, I live alone. The housing here is dirt cheap.”

  “That was my next question. Your age. I just turned thirty.”

  She seemed to be waiting for something so I said, “Good for you?”

  “You don’t think I’m becoming an old maid?”

  I laughed so hard I almost ran off the road. “Oh, man, I didn’t realize how different small towns were than the city.”

  She rolled her eyes and cocked her head to the side. “What are we going to do once we get there?”

  “I’m going to fuck you.”

  She crossed her arms across her chest. “Maybe I’m going to fuck you.”

  I looked her up and down. “That’s your problem, pretty lady. You’ve done all the fucking, and no one has taken the time to fuck you.

  I saw her swallow, and she didn’t say anything else.

  Since it was a small town, we were at my house in five minutes. I pulled into the driveway and opened her door for her before I led her inside.

  It was dark, except for the neighbor’s porch light and the streetlight outside. I directed her toward the living room, and when she felt around for a light, I stopped her.

  “Take off your clothes.”

  I couldn’t see her, but I heard the quiver in her voice. “Here?”

  “Yes, here.” I pulled my shirt off over my head and pushed my jeans from my waist. “Strip,” I told her again.

  She slowly did as I asked. She stumbled while taking off her heels, and her hand brushed against my naked cock. She straightened and gasped. “You’re naked.”

  “That’s how this works, sweetheart.”

  She moved to finish taking off her clothes and then stood before me.

  I moved my hands all over her body. Learning her curves and letting her know how much I appreciated her.

  She sighed, and I felt her relax.

  “Get on your knees.”

  Her eyes got so big I could see the white from the outside lights.

  “Go ahead,” I encouraged her. “I want to feel your mouth.”

  I could tell she’d never been bossed around before, and even though she hesitated sometimes so far, she hadn’t denied me.

  She slowly got to her knees.

  “Put me in your mouth.”

  She slowly followed my directions, and she came across as shy, which seemed odd with her personality, and it suddenly dawned on me, she’d hadn’t done this much, if ever.

  “You don’t have much experience with giving head, do you?”

  She looked down. “You can tell?”

  I lifted her chin. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m sure you’re used to receiving, not giving. I bet you have the men in this town lined up to go down on you.”

  “You’re vulgar.”

  “I’m truthful.” I put my hands under her arms. “Stand. We’ll work on your blow jobs skills later.”

  She stood. “Later?”

  I turned her toward the wall. “Put your hands against the wall.” I picked up one hand and demonstrated. “And yes…later. We have plenty of time.”

  I heard her suck air.

  I put my hands on her hips and kicked her legs apart. I grabbed my dick and slid it through her slick heat to make sure she was ready. She was very ready, and I pushed in to the hilt.

  She went up on her tiptoes and pushed back against me as she moaned.

  I pulled out and pushed back in, and she picked up her head, which had previously fallen forward.

  “Are you wearing protection?”

  I pulled out and slammed back in. “Nope.”

  She moaned. “But— But—”

  “But you’re mine now, which means I get to come inside this pussy.”

  London

  I knew I should tell him to stop. We were having sex without a condom. But a part of me was afraid he’d actually stop.

  I reached back, dug my fingers into his hip and pulled him forward.

  He pushed inside me again, stretching me, pushing me beyond my limits.

  “Fuck yeah, sweetheart, take all of me.”

  Mace grabbed my hair and pulled my head back as he began to pound into me.

  “Oh, oh, oh,” I cried out.

  Mace stuck his han
d between my legs and smacked my clit. Once, twice…three times. I came like I never had before.

  He shoved his cock inside me once more and came inside me. I felt him jerk as his hot seed filled me.

  He slowly slipped from between my legs and turned me back around. He still held my hair in his fist as he kissed me. He consumed my mouth like he had my body…like he had my soul.

  He pulled back and looked at me. “Don’t let anyone fuck you any less than I just did.”

  Mace took my hand and led me upstairs to where he kept me busy all night.

  When I left the next morning, he was the first guy I wanted to go back to.

  Mace

  “Dude, she’s here!”

  I took a sip of my beer and slowly turned around on my stool.

  Andrew was next to me, nearly bouncing off his seat at the appearance of one woman.

  “So, there she is, the infamous London James.”

  “Isn’t she beautiful?”

  I looked at my cousin. “Lay off, she’s mine.”

  London walked directly toward me and wrapped her arms around my neck. “How was my husband’s day?”

  I pulled her close. “Better now that you’re here.” I put my mouth near her ear. “I can’t wait to get you home and get you naked.”

  London laughed. “Play your cards right and it just might happen.”

  I grabbed her drink from behind me and handed it to her. “Here’s to our one-year-anniversary.”

  She clinked her glass against mine. “And to many more.”

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