Page 89 of Make My Heart Malt

“What was the phone number that messaged you?” I have a hunch, but I want Camila to confirm my suspicion.

She pulls her phone from her purse and unlocks the screen. “Two-one-eight-five-five-five-two-two-six-one.”Turning the phone around, she flashes me the screen. “You told me you changed your number.”

Dessa tenses against me and I shake my head. “Fucking Tony,” I mutter. “Look, I’m sorry you got dragged into this. Unfortunately, you were a pawn in someone’s game of fuck with my life. It’s best if you ditch that number.”

Camila’s shoulders drop and she nods. Her gaze flits to Dessa and back to me. “In that case, it was good to see you. It was nice to meet you, Dessa.” She offers her a small wave, and Dessa gives her one in return. She turns and strolls in the opposite direction.

Dessa’s eyes widen. “What the hell is Tony doing?”

“I don’t know, but he’s not getting away with it.” Yanking my phone from my pocket, my fingers twitch as I pull up Tony’s number. It rings several times before the voicemail picks up. I step away from Dessa, mostly so she’s not subject to what I’m about to say. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing, but it’s best to cut the shit,” I seethe through gritted teeth. “You’re dragging innocent people into your bullshit. If you haven’t guessed, I’m not dealing with your shit either. Leave us alone.”

As I end the call, Dessa’s arms wrap around my waist. I shove my phone into my pocket and drape my arm over her shoulder.

“Do you think he’ll do anything else?”

I huff out a deep breath. “I don’t know, but it would be in his best interest if he didn’t.”

When we reach the hotel, I hold the key card to the pad until it turns green and push the door, holding it open for Dessa. This whole thing with Tony has rattled my brain, but he’s not my focus right now. Dessa’s here and she’s my number one priority. After we both step through,the door clicks closed behind us. I drop my bag to the floor. “I want to talk?—”

She spins around, a sultry gleam in her eyes, before she stalks toward me. Her palms rest on my chest, pushing me until my back hits the door with a heavy thud.

“What are you doing?” My voice is low.

Her fingers run along the waistband of my sweats. “I won’t always be around when you have a bad game or a bad day, but I’m here now, and I want to make you forget about it, so you’ll have a clear head for the next one.”

Her hooded eyelids lift. Brown eyes meet my green ones. Her hand roams over the front of my sweats until she’s cupping my dick. She slides her hand up and down, stroking me over the fabric. I groan and drop my head against the door. She hooks her thumbs under the waistband and lowers herself to her knees, taking my sweats with her. My dick springs free, jutting out between us. I suck in a sharp breath when her hand wraps around me. I love her hands on me. Her tongue peeks out, wetting her bottom lip. I thread my fingers through her hair, pushing it out of the way for a better view. Her full, pink lips wrap around the crown and she sucks. My eyes roll back. The next best thing to having her hands on me is having her lips wrapped around me. Her wet, hot mouth continues to slide over my shaft. She pulls off with a pop and with her free hand, she continues to stroke me while she wraps her lips around my balls and swirls her tongue.

“Fuck Tates. Your mouth feels so fucking good sucking me.” She hums around my balls, and I swear I’m about to burst. Another guttural groan escapes my throat when her lips slide down my length. “I want to fuck your pretty pink lips.” She moans her approval. I tangle my fingers in her hair and slowly rock my hips. The tip of my dick hits theback of her throat. She gags around me but opens her mouth wider.

I’m seconds away from exploding in her mouth, but I want to be inside her when I come. I release my grip on her hair and pull away.

She whimpers before glancing up at me through her lashes. “What’s wrong?”

“I want to be inside you.” I bend down, shoving my arms under hers and lifting her to her feet. She shrieks in surprise. I change positions and spin us so her back is against the door. She rolls her lips between her teeth.

“Strip.” I leisurely stroke my dick as her fingers reach the hem of her shirt and she tugs it over her head. My gaze drifts to the black lace covering her tits. Her chest heaves as my eyes devour every inch of her. She pops the button on her jeans, shimmies them past her thighs, and kicks them away. Standing before me, she’s wearing nothing but black lace.

“Fucking gorgeous.” My lips meet hers in a soul-crushing kiss. My mouth moves to her neck, eliciting a sensual moan from her as her fingers intertwine in my hair. I continue moving south, peppering open mouth kisses across her chest until I reach her ample cleavage. With a swift motion, I tug down both cups and eagerly latch onto one nipple, then proceed to do the same with the other. I continue to slide down her body, hooking my fingers in the straps of her panties and taking them with me as I drop to my knees.

“Don’t worry, I’m still going to fuck you, but first, I feast.” I hike her leg over my shoulder. Her hand threads through my hair. A sharp sting bites my scalp as she positions me exactly where she wants me. Once in position, I lick up her center, and her back arches as she moans.

“So goddamn sweet.” I flick her clit with the tip of mytongue, and she squirms. I’ll never tire of licking her pussy. Watching her come undone is an addiction, especially when she screams my name. I wrap an arm around her thigh to hold her in place. I spear her entrance with my tongue and continue to fuck her as she whimpers above me.

“Ah! Yes! Oh Garrett.” She pants and moans while her nails dig into my scalp.

I continue lapping her pussy harder and faster with every pass. Her body shudders as she cries out her orgasm. Before she can catch her breath, I drop her leg to the floor and stand. With my hands on her hips, I lift and she wraps her legs around my waist. Using the door for leverage, I impale her on my dick.

Her mouth falls open in a silent moan as her nails claw at my shoulders. With an arm around her waist, I rest my other palm on the door and slide in and out of her.

“You feel so fucking good choking my dick.”

“Fuck me, Garrett. Fuck me.”

I nuzzle my face into the crook of her neck and pound into her. Our slapping skin mixes with my grunts and her moans. I drive harder and faster into her as her pussy clamps down hard on me, sucking me in. She arches into me as I lick and suck on her heated skin. She clenches down around me as her thighs lock around my waist. Her pussy spasms around my dick as another orgasm rakes her body. My balls tighten, and I can’t hold on anymore. Her wet heat feels too damn good. I roar out, slamming my eyes shut as I come inside her. I glance at her face as my thrusts slow to a stop. Her chest heaves as she collects her breath. I brush my fingers over her temple, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I’m the luckiest man in the entire world.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Because you get sex after a game?”

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