Page 72 of Game On

“It only makes it worse? I’ve noticed.”

Sloan tips my head back, touching his lips lightly to mine. His touch ignites a fire in me. This time, I don’t tamp it down. Part of the reason why I feel excluded from them is on me. I pull away from them because I don’t want to give anyone ammunition, but right now, it’s just Sloan and me. I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and pull him forward. His body responds automatically. “Fuck, I missed this,” he says, nipping my lower lip before pulling my waist toward his.

We pull apart, breathing in one another’s air. “Touch me,” I plead.

His hazel eyes flare. His hands move up my back, under my bra strap and then down. His hands dip just under my waist band then curve around my front where he slips his hand under my shirt, flutters past my belly, and then teases my straining nipple right over my bra before cupping me. I breathe out hard. He reacts in kind. “I can’t wait to see these someday. To touch them and stroke them. Suck on them.”

I raise my hips toward his, loving the way his erection hits me. He pushes me against the car and then fumbles with the door handle before pushing me in. I’m half reclining, half out of the car. While he assesses us, I tear my shirt off. Sloan’s eyes go wide. I’ve switched out my sports bra to a regular satin one. His eyes dilate before he moves forward lips landing on the upper curve of my breast. A cry of pleasure escapes my lips. He moves lower and lower, pulling back the cup of my bra as he goes. His hands move under the waistband of the joggers I put on. They slip past my panties and stroke my center. “Oh, Sloan.” The heat gathering inside me rolls in like a thunderstorm. “Please,” I beg. All I know is that I want him everywhere on me. His lips surround my nipple. I buck and just like that, his fingers slip inside. “Sloan!”

We both still for a moment. His hot breath teases the wetness he left on my breast. “I need more of this,” Sloan groans. “So much more.”

His finger starts to move, and I match his strokes, lifting my hips into him until his lips surround my nipple again. His tongue darts out, playing with the hardened peak. I stare up at the ceiling of the car, letting him take me away. My doubt erases. The jeers of the crowd. It’s just Sloan and me until his thumb passes over my clit. “Fuck…yes,” I grind out.

I spasm over his finger, holding to me. When I finish, Sloan moans heavily, dropping his weight onto mine. “My God, Tessa. I don’t think I’m supposed to be feeling like this right now.” He pulls his finger out of me, arranges my joggers, but keeps his weight there, maneuvering his hips until his hard dick is pressed into my center. He slides forward, his breath choking him. Then, he drops his forehead to my chest before kissing my cleavage. He breathes out. “I need to stop. I’m not going to have sex with you in your car. At least not for the first time.”

I lift my hips, wondering what it will feel like with him.

He groans long and hard. “Don’t test me. I’m already going to have to spend some quality time with myself when I get home, thinking of you.”

“I can help,” I say, teasing.

He reaches up to kiss my cheek then steps back. When the weight of him is gone, the loneliness creeps back in. Leaning over me, he fixes my bra then finds my shirt on the floor of the car. He turns it right side in and then hands it to me. “Stay low. I don’t want anyone else to see you like that.”

I do as he says, keeping low while I pull my shirt on over my head, then sit up finally. He grabs my hands and pulls me out of the car and right into his arms. I hold on tight, pressing my fingers into his skin because I can’t get close enough.

“I think I already like you way more than my parents have ever liked one another,” he confesses.

I freeze. Just in that one sentence, there’s so much more said because it’s Sloan saying it. I swallow. “Ireallylike you, too, Sloan Ivy.”

35

Ithrow myself on my bed. I bounce a couple times and then use my pillow to scream into it. Dramatic much? Probably, but I just had to show Mom what those bitches did to my car. She was horrified, then her eyes filled with tears that made me want to lose it. I can still hear her words in my head,This isn’t right, Tess.I know she thinks it’s dumb that I’m still even part of the team. She tells me I don’t have to make it to college on a scholarship. I can go to whatever college I want and tryout. A walk-on. I can. It’s an option, but I don’t want that. I want to get recruited, damnit. Just like my dad. Is that too fucking much to ask for?

My phone vibrates, so I pull it out, expecting a text. It’s not. It’s Alec calling me. I swipe the screen to answer, “Hey.”

“Baby, I’m so sorry. Sloan just told me what happened.”

I hear guys talking in the background. I pull up and then flip onto my back, staring at the ceiling. I don’t know what to even say. Thanks seems lame. Of course he’s sorry. He hates that this is happening to me. I can see it on his face in the games, but what is he going to do? If he flips his shit during the game, he’ll get thrown out. Everyone is stuck. “Yeah, well, what are we going to do?”

The phone gets staticky for a second and then Alec is somewhere quieter. “What did your mom say?”

“Not much,” I tell him. “She’s just…worried, I guess.”

“I am too,” he says. “Ryan can’t even wrangle them. It’s crazy.”

Suddenly, I hear another voice. “What the fuck are you doing, man?”

I cringe. It’s Lake, and I’m already having a terrible day.

Alec’s voice muffles. “I’m talking on the phone.”

“Seriously?” Lake asks. “You’re talking to Dale, aren’t you? What happened to no bitch time?”

I clench my teeth together to quit from telling Alec exactly what I think.No bitch time? Fuck him.

Alec gets back on the phone. “Hey, I got to go.”

My mouth drops. “Seriously?” Now I sound as petty as Lake. “Fine. I’ll talk to you later.”

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