Page 88 of Whiskey Wednesdays

“How would it be to live in a place like this?”

Connor walked in and glared at Rudy. “She does live here, so she knows exactly what it’s like. Would you mind getting your hands off her?”

I squinted at him. “Be nice. And I’m living heretemporarilybecause my apartment ceiling has a leak, and my stuff is in a guest bedroom.”

Connor folded his arms. “I don’t give a shit where you put your clothes, Bella. But you’re in my bed at night.”

My face went hot and my temper ignited. “I can’t believe you’re saying this in front of the team.”

He leaned into my space. “And I can’t believe you’re ashamed to have them know.”

My head jerked back. “Ashamed? I’m not ashamed. But Iamconcerned about Coach Bailey finding out and telling me I can’t come back to finish my hours.”

Titus cleared his throat. “It’s hard to believe I’m the voice of reason here, but are you two sure you want the whole fucking team to know your business?” He nodded at several players who were avidly watching us from the living room entryway.

“We do not mind,” Mikael said, and a couple of them chuckled.

I waved awkwardly. “Hey, guys.”

A few grinned and waved back.

Mikael looked pained. “Can you argue with her later? I want to start our game so I can win this time.”

Jackson smacked his shoulder. “Do you have a death wish or something?” He turned to the other players. “Come on, let’s go get drinks and food. There’s good whiskey and grilled meat. It also looks like someone brought homemade brownies.”

Whiskey and grilled meat seemed to be a big motivator. They headed toward the kitchen while Connor and I stared at each other.

I sighed. “I’m not ashamed of you. At all.” I grabbed my hair and pulled a little. “Frustrated, confused, and annoyed sometimes? Absolutely. Ashamed? No.”

He wrapped his arms around me. “Okay, I can work with that. And I don’t give a fuck about Coach Bailey. He was the club’s third choice.”

“Be patient. I’m not used to having a… boyfriend.” I rubbed my forehead against his chest. “I’ve never had one before.”

He stilled. “You’ve never had one before?”

“Nope.”

Connor squeezed me to him and groaned low in my ear. “IknowI’m a perverted, depraved, cradle-robbing son of a bitch because now I want to mark your sweet little body with my teethandmy cum.”

Shivering in his arms, I ran my hands over his shoulders. “You can’t keep saying things like that.”

He smiled into my neck. “Oh?”

Then he leaned in and told me a few other things he wanted to do. I put my hand over his mouth to stop the images from frying my brain.

Mikael almost eked out a win that night, mostly because I was so distracted and turned on, I couldn’t concentrate. But it had been another successful team-building night.

By Thursday afternoon, I just wanted to curl up somewhere and sleep for twenty-four hours straight. I carefully drove to Connor's house in the late model Mercedes Connor insisted I use while my car was in the shop. When I pulled into Connor’s huge garage and parked the vehicle, my shoulders slumped in relief.

No one was home. I changed into one of his t-shirts and fell asleep in his bed, spooning his pillow. It felt like minutes laterwhen I woke with a long, hard body curled around me. Connor nuzzled my neck and pushed his hard length into my backside.

“Elodie is with your dad for the next hour. Are you up for an orgasm or two?”

My vagina was sore and still getting used to his thick length, but I languidly pushed back and rubbed myself against him as he slid his hand under the t-shirt and cupped my breast. Then he pulled my bra down and pinched and worked my nipple.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he murmured.

I reached back and cupped his shaft, and Connor growled and slid his hand into my panties to test my center. When he felt the wetness there, he moved my hand away from his cock, freed it, and pulled my panties down to my thighs.

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