I groan, because there is definitely not enough time to see himandget hot chocolate, but I’m also fairly sure he wouldn’t message me if it wasn’t important.
Me:
Okay, coming.
I leave the line and head toward where the locker rooms are, which, thankfully, have directions on the signs, otherwise I’d be totally lost.
I spot him in the hall as I’m approaching. There’s no one else around. I assume everyone is inside the locker room already.
As I approach, I open my mouth to speak, but he shakes his head. He grabs my arm when I reach him and pulls me further down the hall and round a corner.
He pushes me against the wall, tucked inside the alcove, my entire body covered by his. And despite the hundreds of people around the stadium right now, I’m pretty sure no one has a clue I’m here.
“What’s wrong, Cole?” I ask, concerned.
“Nothing’s wrong. I just wanted to thank you,” he says coyly, a small smile on his lips.
“Thank me for what?” Confusion skits across my face, because I have no idea what he’s talking about.
“For coming to every single game, despite everything. Plus, seeing you in my jersey… it’s kind of distracting.”
“You want me to take it off?” I ask, confused. Here was me doing what everyone told me to do, and I still got it wrong.
“Oh, absolutely not,” he says, crowding against me so my back is flat against the wall, and all I can see or smell is him. “But I still want to thank you.”
He lifts the hem of my t-shirt and undoes the button on my jeans and my breath hitches as he pulls down the zipper. I press my hands against his chest and stutter his name.
“What are you—”
“Shhh, let me thank you. Let me look after you,” he murmurs as he bites the lobe of my ear, pulling a breathy moan from me before pushing his hand beneath the lace of my panties.
What in the?
“The twins—” I start, but he laughs softly, cutting me off.
“Trust me, Baby Girl, the twins already know I’ve been restrained. We already agreed to share you.”
“I know,” I tell him, partially moaning as his fingers brush against my clit, still shocked about the sharing and what’s happening right now, but I’m not exactly mad about it.
It’s not like I didn’t want him the first time I saw him, and it’s not like that want ever really went away.
“Problem with that?” he asks, stroking against me again before biting down on my shoulder, and I swear any hint of a problem disappears from my mind like smoke. He looks into my eyes, an arrogant smile on his lips. “That’s what I thought.”
He kisses me, teasing my mouth with his tongue while painfully, gently stroking my clit, his kiss swallowing my whimpers.
This is insane, right? I mean, they did agree to share me without even consulting me. I’m trying really hard to make sense of this crazy situation, only, he’s doing some voodoo magic with his finger flicking across my clit and making my stomach contract with each movement.
My mouth is prisoner to his kiss, his tongue controlling, his teeth a silent warning. The protective pads of his football pants pushing against my body are heavy and thick.
“Want me to stop, Baby Girl?” I’m pretty sure his question is rhetorical but, no, I absolutely do not want him to fucking stop. If anything, I want him harder.
“Harder it is, then.” Fuck my life. I said that out loud, didn’t I?
Cole’s palm rubs against my clit as three fingers push inside of me and I gasp at the fullness of it. I’m breathless and lightheaded, the potential of getting caught is as exhilarating as the anticipation of coming on this man who seems bigger than life itself.
“When I have time, I’m going to fucking devour you. But right now, I need you to come for me or else you’re gonna have a stadium full of people hating you for making me late to the second half of the game.”
No pressure, asshole.