“Trey,” I breathed out just as his finger pushed in—and hooked up—touching me exactly where I needed it.
“Yeah, sweetheart, give it to me,” he whispered into the crook of my neck.
I let my head fall back, and dug my fingers into his shoulders as the first of the spasms washed over me.
Gosh, it was wonderful.
Every freaking time with Trey was wonderful.
And this would be no different.
His mouth covered mine, stealing kisses as I found my bliss. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, kissing me as bright flashes burst behind my eyelids.
When I started coming back to Earth, I opened my eyes.
I saw him smiling at me with an ear to ear grin.
Gosh, he really was the most handsome man I’d ever seen.
His eyes were the deepest blue.
I didn’t even know eyes came in that color until I’d seen his up close.
Yeah, Trey’s eyes, and his smile were a deadly combination.
They drew you in, and if you were lucky enough—asked you to stay.
“We’re here, folks,” the driver announced as the car came to a stop.
Trey moved his hand and pulled my dress further down my thighs.
He cleared his throat, and said, “Thanks, man.” Then, he grabbed my hand and pulled me out behind him.
“Trey, let go,” I said, trying to yank my hand out of his. “What if someone sees?”
He shut the door, but refused to let go of my hand. “I’m going to walk you to your door. Is that okay?” he asked, his head tilted in question.
“No!” I whisper-yelled at him, and this time successfully freed my hand. “This,” I said, motioning between us with my hand, “is over with. You know the rules better than I do. No fraternizing between teams.”
He chuckled, and gave me a sexy half-smirk. “Sweetheart, we fraternized each other's brains out for two solid days.”
“Yes, but now we’re going to play by the rules so I don’t get kicked off of this team, too,” I said, possibly sharing more than I had wanted.
“I’m sure most of the players have a good idea where we’ve been. They saw us together at the bar that night, Lex,” he said, laying out exactly what I was scared of.
Trey and I might have made a bit of a spectacle of ourselves that first night.
“Well, it’s not my fault you’re so much fun,” I said as I defended myself.
But, it was true.
Trey was a freaking blast to be around.
He smiled wide, and let out a loud laugh. “I could say the same thing about you.”
I stared into his eyes, and I swear to you—part of me wanted to quit the sport I’d been training in my whole life, to become Trey Turner’s full time, kept woman.
In the blink of an eye, I imagined myself in the stands, cheering him on.