Page 66 of King of Hearts

I could feel his uncertainty. His internal fight with whatever was going on in his head against the hunger our bodies felt for each other. Whatever had kept his barriers sky high for so long was powerful – his hesitation obvious. His cock toyed with me and I lifted myself onto my toes a little desperate to feel the buzz when he brushed my clit.

“Oh, fuck it. Only for you, Arna.” He conceded as he slammed into me so fast that all the breath rushed out of my lungs. His hips were flush against my arse and I was so delectably full. Our bodies stripped bare as my inner walls welcomed him as if he were made perfectly just for me.

“Fuck.” I said, my voice exposing how aroused I was as Andy withdrew himself before slapping back into me. I peeked a glance over my shoulder and the unfiltered desire in his eyes as he pushed himself in and out of me was like nothing I had ever seen. I wanted to taste him. To run my hands on his skin, but I was powerless to do anything with the way I was sprawled on the table. The lack of control was surprisingly refreshing and I pressed back to meet him with every vicious thrust as the flutter of release flapped its wings and my toes curled in my boots. He took my hair in his hand again and used it as leverage as he took exactly what he needed.

“I’m going to fill this hot fucking pussy with my cum.” His iniquitous tongue made my insides clench.

“Don’t stop, Andy.” I begged, spurred on by the sounds of his body slapping against mine.

My eyes flew open when someone called Andy’s name just outside the door but he didn’t falter. His fingers dug into my skin so hard I knew I would have bruises and the thought filled me with another wave of pleasure.

“Ignore them!” Andy growled and I pressed my mouth to my arm to silence the lust which ripped through me as my vision blurred and my orgasm swept through my body, goosebumps erupting across my flesh when Andy shook with his own release.

He slowly pulled out of me, lifting me up, my back pressed against his front as he leant over me and kissed my cheek rapidly. Twirling me around to face him he pressed another three quick kisses to my mouth before leaning down to grab our clothes.

“I want to stay here and do that all over again. But I have to go.” He said, an unspoken apology in the air.

I grinned up at him. “Well, that was deliciously unexpected, I should have worn this jersey earlier.”

He shoved his legs through his shorts before kissing me deeply one final time. “My name across your back is fucking sexy, woman.” He whispered before turning towards the door. “You’re in Box Three,” he added with a shit-eating grin before he left.

“Good luck, baby.” I said, blowing him a kiss as I too got dressed and headed out to where I was sitting.

“You realise you’re going to draw blood if you chew that nail anymore.” I jumped at the male voice, my attention drawn away from the match in front of me, and evidently the nail that I was indeed nibbling half to death.

“Dylan, you scared the crap out of me. Thank goodness you’re here. I’m only half sure what is happening but it’s brutal and Andy has taken so many hits and on the last one when he got up, he was limping. Why does hechooseto do this?” Dylan laughed at my breathless spiel as he closed the door to the box reserved for Andy’s guests.

“Are you here on your own?” He had the same reassuringly easy grin that he always wore. Watching as Andy was targeted by the opposition was much less stressful when I had someone here to remind me he would be fine. Plus, his charismatic merriment would bolster any feelings of fear I held when Andy took longer than expected to get up off the turf.

“I am and it is not fun at all. I wanted to bring my friend Marlee but she was busy so now I’m sitting here, stress eating enough popcorn to feed fourteen people, watching my boyfriend be physically assaulted by a group of other men. People actually pay to watch this. It’s baffling. Every time he is tackled, they use three players.”

“Looks like you are eating just as much of your fingernails too.” Dylan laughed and grabbed a beer from the fridge before sitting in the chair next to me. “You need to relax, Arna. He’s fine. He will have an ice bath and get a rub down from a hot masse–” I swung my head in his direction causing him to pause and look appropriately remorseful. “Sorry, wrong audience. Disgustingly hairy male masseuse obviously.”

I scrunched my brows and turned back to the game, grabbing another handful of the salty buttery kernels which were keeping me busy enough not to ponder the idea of Andy and the team massage therapists.

“Why are you so late, it’s the last quarter?” I asked, only just realising he could have been here the entire time.

“I was downstairs with some mates. Andy told me I couldn’t bring them up here in case they tried anything on you.”

I laughed, “That’s actually adorable.”

“Mum planning an engagement party like it’s imminent makes more sense when I see him so territorial. He’s never cared before.” He shook his head as I felt my eyes widen. Was he serious or was he being the sarcastic joker he often was?

“D-Dylan, we’ve been dating for a few months, we’re not even close to being there.” The crowd roaring startled me and I turned to see the Hearts players jumping on each other like a swarm of bees around a hive.

Dylan clapped before finishing his drink.

“That’s the game. They’ll win from here, so you can stop stressing.” Ignoring the bomb he just dropped he asked, “You coming to Nexus tonight?”

“Wait, what? Slow down! So, Hearts won?”

“Yes.” He laughed again, shaking his head like I was certifiably insane.

“Oh,” I let out a huge breath and relaxed in the seat basking in the residual twinge between my legs courtesy of the unanticipated response of Andy seeing my new jersey. “And Nexus tonight? The club Sebastian owns, right?” I walked to the fridge as the siren sounded and the crowd shot to their feet on the other side of the glass.

“That’s the one.” Dylan said, raising his voice to be heard over the cheering. “Jack messaged me earlier. You and Andy should come. Cute jersey, has my brother seen that?” I reached for the wine rather than the water I initially intended to take and poured a glass. If we were going out, I was going to be taking advantage of Sergio’s kerbside service.

“He has.” I shrugged as if it were no big deal. “Can you also tell your mum that Andy and I arenotgetting engaged. He will freak the hell out if he hears talk like that.”

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