Page 173 of Naughty & Nice

“Little rebel, you have no idea,” I confess before diving for her lips.

I’m vaguely aware of the game starting again behind me, but I don’t care. Not when I’ve got Noelle all to myself, and it seems she’s wrapped in nothing but my number.

“Obsessed with you,” I confess as I push her jersey up, revealing her tits. “Can’t get enough.”

“Same,” she gasps as I suck her.

I’m not going to go all the way. She needs a rest after what we did earlier, but… I can’t help myself. I need her. Always.

And this is the first time we’ve had this kind of time together. I want to make the most of all of it.

“You're mine now, Rebel. And I’m yours. I need you to know that. It doesn’t matter what any jersey chaser says, or what rumors go around. The only girl I see is you. You got that?” I ask, lifting back up so I can look into her eyes. “I love you, Noelle.”

Her breath catches at the honesty in my words.

“No one else compares to you. They never will. Promise me, no matter what happens, that you’ll stick with me, that you’ll fight for me.”

She nods, her eyes filling with tears. “To the end,” she agrees.

“Fuck.” My chest tightens, stopping me from sucking the air in that I need.

“I love you too, Wild Child.”

I miss all of the second quarter, halftime and almost all of the third quarter. By the time I look up at the screen, the Panthers are winning twenty-nine to three.

“You’re the best kind of distraction,” I muse as we get comfortable to actually watch some football.

“Sorry,” Noelle laughs.

“Never apologize for that,” I say, pulling her close. “I can’t wait to have you cheering for me at my next game.”

“I’ve been doing that for years,” she points out.

“Yeah, but it’s different now. I know you mean it.”

“I’ve always meant it. I’ve only ever wanted the best for you.”

“Well, now I’ve got it,” I say kissing her head.

“We won’t tell anyone that you’ve turned into a sap,” a deep voice rumbles from the doorway, making Noelle jump.

“What happens in our house stays in our house.”

“I thought that was the cabin,” Noelle argues.

“It can be anywhere we do naughty stuff,” I tease, lifting her jersey so Hendrix can see her bare ass.

“So that would be everywhere, then,” he says absently.

“Oh, this is going to be fun,” Noelle laughs.

After putting the beer away, Hendrix joins us on the couch for the last quarter.

“What have I missed?”

Noelle’s eyes lock with mine before she begins giggling.

“Oh, it’s been a really good game,” I lie. Well, I don’t entirely lie; the score says it’s been a good game. We just… haven’t seen it.

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