“Drew.” My heart slammed as I pulled him closer to me, feeling eyes in all directions pinned on me as I looked frantically for where our car had parked. Dammit, where the hell did it go?
“Alright, bye, guys. Nice talkin’ to ya,” Ponytail chuckled as we successfully passed him without saying a word. Thank God, I exhaled just as I spotted the car. But then I heard him whisper to his friend about whether or not he was recording.
And before I knew it, I was gasping from the sensation of ice-cold liquid splashed all over my back.
“Drew!” I screamed, pulling him back even before I fully processed that someone had thrown a beer at me. “Stop. Stop, Drew! Stop!”
I said it so many times so many ways that I barely recognized my own voice anymore. All I knew was that my heels were digging into grass, and I was exerting every muscle in my body to get in front of an unhinged Drew. He looked like a raging bull. His jaw was so tight the veins in his neck were protruding, and my heart pounded because it felt like I was hugging the mouth of a cocked and loaded gun
“Drew, stop. Look at me. Look at me!” I pleaded as the drunks around us hooted and hollered, egging him on with talk of how good I looked all wet. “Look at me.” I grasped his face and tilted it down, repeating for him to look at me until he finally did, his green eyes wild on me. “They want this reaction from you. They’re recording you now. They’ve got no stakes but you do, so breathe. Calm down.” My calf muscles strained as I dug my heels to push him backward, unblinking as I kept his glinting green eyes locked on mine. “This is what the world expects of you, so prove them wrong. Show them the Drew I know. Show them that nothing comes before a championship. Do it for me, baby, please,” I begged breathlessly, grasping handfuls of his collar. But my grip loosened as I listened to his jagged breaths slow down, and I was convinced I had him pacified.
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bsp; But then another holler rang out.
“Stay with him long enough, and you’ll meet Pattie Lillard real soon!”
“Drew!” I threw my weight against his rock-hard chest, but then I realized he wasn’t moving.
He hadn’t charged. He hadn’t reacted. Standing there, he simply looked down at me, his shirt stretched tight around his heaving chest. There was still fury in his tight shoulders, and fiery wrath in his eyes, but as primed as he looked to knock someone the fuck out, he didn’t.
Yes. Perfect. Breathe, baby, I willed him to hear as I stared up at him, in awe of the fact that I had wrangled such a beast. But I knew my job wasn’t done till he was safely in the car, so with two hands flat on his chest, I whispered in his ear.
“I know you’re pissed, Drew, but if you turn around and start walking now, I promise to blow your fucking mind once we get back to the hotel. You can choose my pussy or my mouth, but either way, I’ll make you come harder than you ever have in your life. Okay?”
When I pulled away, his wolfish stare was still hard on me. But he let it linger another second before pulling me tight and cupping the back of my neck as he crushed a furious kiss to my lips.
Then with a gaping crowd behind us, we got back into the car.
32
My blood was still on fire by the time we were back at the hotel, but my hot focus was no longer on the drunken hecklers.
It was a hundred percent on Evie.
She walked ahead of me, teasing me with every step in those heels, every sway of those hips. The way she sauntered across the marble floor caught the eye of every man in the lobby. From guests to staff, she had them all staring in the way she knew I both loved and hated.
This woman. She knew me well enough to know just how to rein me in. Another thing I both loved and hated. Little cocktease, I ground my teeth as I watched her, my pulse rising with the need to just lift that skirt and spank her ass till she couldn’t take anymore.
Fuck. She was so damned good at turning me into an animal. I’d already forgotten whatever sequence of events that had led us here. It was all a fog because all I saw was Evie, and the second I trailed her into the elevator, I cornered her, standing tight against her body to hide her from cameras.
“Come here,” I muttered, holding her neck with one hand as the other reached under her skirt. Her mouth hung slightly open, her lips curving in a breathless little grin as I reached between her legs and palmed her soaked panties. “Jesus,” I muttered, licking her smile.
“Take them off for me.”
I grasped a handful of the lace, relishing the sound of her raspy yelp as I ripped it clean off her pussy.
“That hurt,” she pouted as I slid her panties into my pocket and rubbed her wet pussy.
“Does that feel better?”
“Yes.”
“This?” I slid two fingers inside her. She tightened around me.
“Oh God.” Her nails dug into my chest as she whispered, “It feels so good.”
My teeth skimmed her sweet lips as she panted against me, moaning softly as I pumped my fingers inside her. I started slow, picking my pace up gradually, till my fingers were fucking her so hard the sound of her wetness was bouncing off the walls. “Drew,” she exhaled, her moans growing louder as she grinded her clit against the heel of my palm.