“I thought I was helping you out. Instead, I’m ridiculed, the butt of jokes,” he grumbled.
She rose on her toes and took off his helmet, placing a kiss on his mouth, a light peck of affection. “I thought it was brilliant. You were inspired out there. The kids loved it. The fans went crazy. You’ll be on the front page of every Savannah newspaper tomorrow.” She cupped his cheeks and turned his face towards her, kissing him again, soothing his cranky mood. “Thank you, Lucas. You made Opening Day fun again. I owe you.”
He pulled back slightly, gazing down at her. “Really? You owe me?”
She suppressed a grin and donned a serious expression. “Yes, I do. What would you like? A coffee? Breakfast? Dinner?”
He grabbed her and pulled her close, ignoring the clang of the metal, but was careful not to hold too tightly. He leaned close and lowered his head until he could smell the Indian spices from the chai and minty toothpaste on her breath. “All of the above. Dinner, then a little coffee with my dessert, then breakfast in bed. Your bed. Or mine. I’m not picky.”
Her eyes widened then darkened with arousal and excitement. A smile curved her face, a slow, female, flirty smile. “When would you like this payment?”
He released her suddenly and she stumbled slightly on her ridiculous stiletto heels. “As soon as I get out of this contraption and take a long shower. Did Wayne ever shower?”
The sudden change in topic confused her, judging by the furrowing of her brow. “Um, I wouldn’t know. I didn’t spend much time with him, to be honest.”
She began unbuckling his hand guards, then moving on to his shoulders and legs, squatting down to remove the armor from his left leg, while he removed the rest of the armor on his right side. The last of the leg gear fell away, including the pelvic guard and his cock sprang to life, after being restricted. She only had to turn her head slightly and she could take him in her mouth. The thought made him groan and lengthen further. She glanced up at him and licked her lips.
“Miranda.” His voice held a warning but she only studied him for a long moment.
She reached up with one hand and caressed his length under the briefs. His cock jerked as if it had a life of its own and a strangled sound emitted from his suddenly dry lips. She eyed him, a mischievous look on her face, then slipped her hands under the waistband of his briefs, springing him free. She encircled his shaft with one hand, her fingers not quite meeting on the other side, and used her thumb to spread the drop of wetness over the tip.
He choked out a groan, her soft hands feeling like heaven on him. He dared not say anything else, lest she decided to stop, leaving him without satisfaction. And right now, even hearing people in the corridor, he didn’t give a damn about them. He wanted to feel her lips, her mouth, on him, more than he cared about exposure. His hips jerked forward as she continued to explore, and his head fell back against the wall.
“No noise, Mr. Wainright. Or someone might investigate and what would they think?” She chided him lightly.
He gritted his teeth against any sounds, wordlessly begging with his hips. She obliged, wetting her lips then licking the tip ever so gently. She leaned forward and sucked him deep inside in one motion, her cheeks hollowing with suction as she took him to heaven and beyond.
All too soon, he was jerking and crying out, his climax shooting through him as if coming from deep within. She gentled him, with soothing licks and lashes from her tongue. Finally, he stopped, and found himself seated on the bench, Miranda resting her head against his thigh. During his peak, he had tangled his hand in her hair, and the blond waves tumbled about her shoulders and pins littered the floor.
He massaged her scalp, caressing her neck. That was about all the motion he could make. After several long minutes, she pushed to her feet and grabbed a bottle of water from the bench and drank deeply. She handed the remaining half to him and he wordlessly drained the rest.
“Miranda…” he began.
“Shush.” She placed a finger on his lips. “A little preview for tonight. I’ll see you in the owner’s box when you’re ready. Use the employee locker room showers if you want. Through there.”
She pointed to the door behind them. She slipped out to the main corridor quickly, ensuring no one could see inside.
He slumped against the wall, his heartbeat thudding almost out of his chest. Damn, if that was a preview, he wouldn’t survive the night.
*
Later, long afterthe game, the employees gathered for the traditional Opening Day celebration on the field with their families. Lucas sipped a beer and watched the festivities, the players mingling with the staff. The mood was light and celebratory since the Knights actually won the game handily, eight to two. First time they’d won an Opening Day game in four years. It was a good start.
“Didn’t know you had it in you, Wainright.” Cole Hammonds clapped him on the back.
Lucas whirled and glared at the other man who was grinning. “Nice trick, Hammonds. Watch your back, because I owe you.”
The words flashed him back to the locker room and Miranda and his blood heated, thoughts of the night to come just under the surface. Cole just watched him, his body loose and relaxed, but his eyes held a glint of something, a hardness that belied his relaxed impression.
“Miranda seemed happy with your performance today.” The words were casual but the eyes glittered sharply.
Lucas reminded himself Cole didn’t get to be general manager of the team without being able to bluff and make deals.
Lucas nodded, not taking his own attention from the other man. “Yup. Opening Day will be memorable, until the next game.”
Cole stepped closer, invading Lucas’s personal space, their hands almost touching. Lucas resisted the urge to step back, refusing to give an inch to this man, another alpha male his same age competing for dominance in the team. Deliberately, Lucas raised his can of beer and drained it, all without taking his eyes off of Cole.
“I know there’s something going on between the two of you. It’s not my place to get in the middle of it but, since her father isn’t around, I feel it’s my place to look out for Miranda. I don’t know if you’re playing a game or being serious, but don’t hurt Miranda.”