Page 23 of Stumped

Florian Sewell is the reason she’s laughing, the reason she’s flirting.

I can’t compete with Florian.

The Australian is an incredible bowler and part of the reason why we have so many female fans. Tall, blond and green eyed, he garners so much attention every time we step out. It doesn’t surprise me that he’s leaning against a table with six women hanging on his every word. With a step to the side, I finally see her.And…fuck me.

Not a single person on this rooftop could compete with Vera Thomas. Even though her smile and sparkly eyes are directed at Florian, something in my stomach twists knowing I got to see all of that before he did. She’s talking animatedly with her hands and I don’t care what she’s saying or how fascinated Florian might be. I will not stand here and let her leave with him.

She’s wearing a short silky cream dress and I remember how soft her thighs were, how supple her skin felt against mine. Her strong brown legs are tucked into Converse high tops that match her dress. Over it, she’s wearing a patterned robe of some kind. When it flutters in the breeze, exposing her shape and legs, I find myself leaning forward for more.

Her hair is still wild and dancing in the breeze, dark kohl frames her brown orbs and her lips are plump and pink. Sheseems happy and jealousy surges through me that I’m not the reason she looks at that way. I’m afraid if I look away, she’ll vanish. So I stare openly as I take small sips of drink, willing her to look my way.

Florian shifts and raises an arm to get someone’s attention and Vera sees me. She goes still, glass frozen in front of her mouth. Her chest heaves and she tilts her head, gaze raking me over. It takes her a minute of glaring at me, but she puts her hand on Florian’s arm and offers him a smile. One I know isn’t genuine because it doesn’t reach her eyes. She says something to her friends, hands her drink to one of them and walks away.

Smirking, I knock back the rest of my drink and leave my glass at the bar. I head in her direction, frowning when she’s nowhere in sight. But before I can go any further, a hand with red nails grabs the front of my shirt and tugs me inside the restrooms.

Eight. My chastity belt

Vera

“What the fuck, Elias. Are you stalking me?”

He scoffs and leans against the wall where I’ve shoved him, one hand still pressed against his chest. He’s fucking beautiful, a thing I happily forgot this past week. Infuriatingly beautiful, actually. His beard is replaced by light scruff and frames the tantalising smile perfect along with those brown eyes twinkling in amusement at my frustration. I drop my hand and start to move away, but he grabs my hips to keep me in place.

“Really good to see you too, Vera.”

Fine, I lied. There’s no part of me that forgot Elias. His rough hands, the way his cock filled me or the filthy things he whispered in my ear as he fucked me—it’s still fresh in my mind. My vibrators have been recharged more than usual this week thanks to this man. The orgasms have also kept me in a good mood at work, so I should really be thanking him.

“What are you doing here?”

“Celebrating.”

“Celebrating what?”

“My team’s win tonight.”

Confused, I shake my head. The Chennai Renegades are celebrating tonight. It’s why I was invited.Is that what he means?His hands move under my silk cover up, his fingers hot against my body through the material of my dress. I swat him away and he laughs, taking them off me. I miss his touch instantly, but I let it go.

“What areyoudoing here?” he asks and my traitorous body moves closer of her own accord.

Stop it, behave yourself.

“Partying.”

He smirks at my immature response, but now our bodies are inches away from each other. “I didn’t like watching you flirt with my teammate.”

“Sucks to be you,” I respond, as childish as before.

“I’d rather be sucking on you.”

A shiver runs up my spine and I bite my lip. His eyes drop to my mouth and instantly we’re pressed together. The kiss is almost bruising, hungryandangry, fingers grasping at hair and hips. I push myself so close to him that I can feel his dick throb against my stomach. I wind my arms around his neck and he licks into my mouth, making us both groan. Grabbing at his hair, I angle his head the way I like and kiss him back desperately. His hands are on my ass, squeezing my flesh before dragging a hand down to my thigh. Before I know it, one leg is hitched up against his side and he’s grinding into me, our tongues swiping and slipping against the other.

His hand starts to slip under my dress and I break the kiss, panting loudly. It takes everything in me to push away from him, cutting off all contact. Taking two steps back, I meet his dark ravenous stare, my pussy quivering in response. The kiss reminds me that I could have had him in my bed every night, but I made the conscious decision to ignore the note. I haven’t really asked myselfwhyI kept his number.

Maybe Elias and I have unfinished business.

Or my pussy is really fucking greedy.

“Why didn’t you call?” he asks, voice soft and almost shy.

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