Page 85 of Payoff Pitch

Vance practically growls, and Cheetah smirks as he says, “The state of Montana has three times as many cows as it does people.” Vance is originally from Montana.

Daylen chuckles. “That explains McCaffrey’s prom date. The photographer had to tell her to moooove to the left. Mooooove to the right.”

The guys all laugh except Vance. He gives Daylen the finger and mumbles, “Assholes. Why do I come to these nights?”

Everyone pours drinks and makes plates of food. I hear Cheetah mention Ezra’s name. I know he has a thing for Bailey and calmly ask, “How’s he doing these days?”

Cheetah shrugs. “You know Ezra. Slightly socially awkward. He’s the kind of guy who, when he goes to the gas station, if the card reader sayssee cashier, he gets in his car and leaves.”

I chuckle. “That’s funny.”

He nods. “Yet true. His childhood friend, a cool chick, was here a few weeks ago. They were touchy-feely, but he said that’s just how they are. She apparently has a boyfriend. Anyway, he went home for a few weeks. He’ll beback in the new year as our off-season workouts ramp up a bit.”

I can’t say I’m sad to see Ezra out of town and out of sight for Bailey.

We begin playing cards, and I enjoy the usual banter, though my mind is on the naked woman waiting in my bedroom. I decide it’s time to check on her. Standing, I hold up my phone and say, “Play a round without me. I need to check on Harper. She’s at a friend’s house.”

I quickly make my way upstairs and open the bedroom door to a relieved Bailey. “Oh thank god. Untie me.”

I shake my head. “Nope. We haven’t had our fun yet.”

I rub my pointer finger over her lips before sliding it into her mouth and commanding, “Suck.”

She briefly hesitates before she does as I instructed.

“Good girl. Next time I come up here, this will be my cock.”

Her eyes widen. “Next tim—”

“Shh.”

I pull the finger out and slowly drag it down her body. Down her neck, through her tits, over her now trembling belly, and then through her pussy. “You’re wet, sweet girl.”

She breathes, “More.”

I slide the finger deep into her tightness, and she cries out, “Yes.”

Still with my finger pumping in and out of her, I bend and flick my tongue over her tiny bundle. Her hips buck, though I never break stride.

It takes only a minute or two before her legs begin to shake and I know she’s almost there. I then pull away.

She yells, “No. Please. I’ll do anything.”

She’s trying desperately to rub her legs together but can’t with how I have her restrained.

I give her a hard, open-mouth kiss before standingagain. “You’re so beautiful when you’re at my mercy.” I wink. “Back to my game.”

“Please, Tanner. Stay. Make me come. Just once, and then you can go back.”

I blow her a kiss before sucking on the finger that was inside her. “See you in a bit.”

I close the door and head back downstairs, smiling the whole way.

Forty-five minutes later I return and she’s in tears. “What’s wrong?”

She turns her head to me. “I forgot how sad the ending of this movie is.”

I can’t help but let out a laugh. “Only you, Bailey Hart, would cry during9 ½ Weeks.”