She does a double take, and looks at me like I’m stupid. “To watch you play. Why else would I—whoa!”
I’ve hooked her around the hips and dragged her to my lap so that her face is inches from mine. “No one has ever come to one of my games before.” I nuzzle her neck and lick at the mark I left on her skin, a surge of male possession pumping my blood.
“Never?” she says breathlessly as I run my lips along her throat. “Not even your mom or a friend or—”
“No.” I cup her breast and thumb her nipple.
“The women.” She pants softly. “There must be women who come to—”
“Women want me for what I can do in the bedroom. My ability on the field is never of interest to them.”
“They’re missing out.” She pulls my face to hers. “Watching you play is a turn on.”
“Guess I’ll see you at the next game then,” I say, mostly joking, but hopeful.
“I wouldn’t miss it.”
I move to kiss her, but she slips from my lap and down my chest, wedging herself between my thighs. Her small, pale hands contrast with my jeans as she runs them up my legs to my fly.
“Enough talk. We still need to celebrate.” She opens my jeans and my hard-on reaches for her.
I push a hand through her hair and bring her mouth closer. “Just thinking about your mouth on me is going to make me explode.”
She smirks and licks me from base to tip in a mind spinning tease. “Don’t watch me, watch the movie.” Another swipe of her tongue. “You’ll miss the best part.”
I ignore her request in anticipation of watching her take me completely into her mouth.
She sits back as much as she can in the cramped space between my feet. “I’m not going to touch you until your eyes are on the screen, Theodore.”
My jaw clamps down in response to her game. I don’t like anyone telling me what to do, following orders feels like a weakness.
Seeming to sense my struggle, she runs her hand up and down my thigh. “You can trust me.”
I want to laugh and tell her this has nothing to do with trust, but that I get off on watching her mouth on me. But she knows me too well to sell that lie.
Emery and I aren’t all that different. We both wear armor to keep people away, to maintain control. To cover our vulnerability. To keep from getting hurt. She was wrong the night she told me we were alike in that there was nothing in either of our eyes. Looking at her now, I can see beyond her defenses and what I see is something along the lines of camaraderie. Intimacy. Friendship.
I lift my gaze to the screen, showing her the same trust she showed me the night she let me lay her back in the pool. The screen flickers with images from the movie, but my vision is a blur as her hot mouth covers and swallows me. My eyelids grow heavy. I fist my hands at my sides to keep from fisting her hair and taking over the pace. I bite my lip to keep from panting. Choke back the urge to moan as her tongue unleashes an erotic assault. My ass comes off the seat involuntarily and her low hum of approval delivers a mind-spinning vibration. As much as I want to watch, to take in the visual stimulation along with the physical, I know if I do the pleasure will crest and be over too quickly. I don’t close my eyes for fear that I’ll imagine what she looks like on her knees with her lips spread wide—
A knock on my window jolts me from my thoughts. I turn slowly toward the sound. A woman who looks to be in her early thirties gives me an apologetic smile when she says, “Hey, sorry to bother you but is your speaker working?”
My window is rolled up but I make out her words clearly enough. I feel Emery smile then take me deeper.
A hiss escapes my throat at her intensified vigor.
“Ours keeps cutting out,” she says without taking her eyes from me as she awaits my answer.
“Ours works—” My voice is cut off on a groan as Emery does wicked things with her tongue.
“What?” She steps closer to the window. “Yours is fine?”
“Yes!” I pant and try unsuccessfully to hold back my breeching orgasm. “Fuck.” My hips lift off the seat and a series of shattered grunts explode from my mouth as I release in hers.
Every muscle in my body vibrates and I stare ahead through lust fogged eyes and a blown mind at how quickly Emery brought me to heel.
“Huh…okay, thanks,” the lady at my window says.
Emery pops up from between my legs, licks her lips, then turns to the woman and says loudly, “You’re welcome.” She gives her most practiced innocent smile.
The woman covers her mouth with her hand, clearly horrified. I smirk back and run a hand down Emery’s ponytail to tug and angle her face up. With her watching, I kiss Emery hard and thoroughly.
“As fun as it is to do this with an audience.” I turn to the woman who stumbles to get back into her car. “I’m going to need a little more room for the things I want to do to you.”
She moves to crawl back into the drivers seat.
I snag her arm midway. “But first...”
“What?” Damn, there’s excitement in her voice.
I grin and wonder where this little freak has been hiding my entire life. “We go back to the stadium so I can get my car, we drop off Coach’s truck, and you stay the night.”
She opens her mouth, I assume to protest.
“The whole night.”
Her brows pinch together. “You mean—”
“Fucking, sleeping, and breakfast.”
“Yeah, sure,” she agrees too quickly.
I release her to the drivers seat as she returns the speaker and fires up the engine.
The sneaky kitten thinks she’s going to crawl out of
