Page 124 of Game Point
How did I tell her she was already everything to me?
Dylan laughed, her head going back to my shoulder, my heart swelling at the simple touch, the reassurance that no matter what was going on with my anxiety, she was still in this with me.
‘Why does it make us sound like high-schoolers to have this talk?’ she asked.
‘I don’t know, but I don’t think I mind it that much.’ I leaned my head against hers. Grinning, I repeated the word, ‘Girlfriend.’
Unable to stop myself any longer, I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her up. I lifted her, placing her so she was sat on the counter, her face just a little higher than mine. My lips found hers, loving every inch of her I could get. My fingers found the waistband of her joggers, teasing the edge, feeling the hidden soft skin. I wanted her, always.
I kissed along her jaw, tracing a line down her neck.
‘You’re changing the subject.’ Her voice was tinged with a throaty edge.
‘Yes, I am.’ I moved across her shoulder, enjoying the taste of her. I needed her, wanted to taste all of her, craving the closeness that only skin on skin brought.
‘Oliver.’ I smiled at the sound of my name on her tongue, her tone restrained.
‘Yes?’ I nudged my way to the thin straps of her top, my teeth pulling them down her strong shoulder, enjoying the dip of her bicep.
‘Get my bra strap out of your mouth and look at me,’ she commanded on a laugh. With my own smirk, I looked back at her, my eyes wide and innocent, as if I didn’t have a list of dirty things I wanted to do to her playing in my mind.
‘I meant what I said,’ she pressed, her gaze turning serious. ‘We’ve got two matches left to go. I need my coach to have his head on straight. Can we take it one match at a time?’
I nodded. ‘Yes, I can do that. I want this for you.’
Holding her gaze, I had no doubt that I meant thewords, the truth that rang in them. I wanted to be both of these things for her, wanted her to know she could rely on me, whatever she needed. But that didn’t mean I still didn’t feel a twinge of anxiety that I’d lead her to failure, that I’d end up being the thing that ruined all of this for her.
But with my hand on her jaw, her eyes staring into mine, I knew we both wouldn’t allow that to happen. Nothing, not even me, would stand in her way. This was her time. Her shot. Her trophy.
It was long overdue.
This time when I kissed her, she kissed me back passionately, her lips hard against me, her hands pushing under my T-Shirt, up my back. She ran her fingernails up my bare skin, no doubt adding to the red marks she’d left there. I loved how she made me hers, how she would use my body for her own pleasure.
‘So greedy, my little brat,’ I said against her, smiling as I peeled her tank top off, enjoying the view of her in a simple bra, the strap still halfway down her arm.
She was perfect.
Dylan moaned, the noise a symphony in my ears as her body leaned back, her hands behind her, keeping her balance. I undid her bra with ease, wasting no time and taking a breast into my mouth, teasing her nipple. I wanted her to feel how much I wanted her, how much her pleasure was my own, even if I was the one that kept my pants on.
It didn’t take me long before my knees were pressed against the cold tile floor, her naked ass perched at the end of the counter. Her long legs wrapped around my neck in a death grip, keeping me pressed to her centre. My tongue worked hard against her clit, three fingers buried in herperfect cunt, her moaning echoing around the bathroom as a hand dug into my hair, pulling me even closer.
Making Dylan come was a luxury I didn’t know how to live without. And now I knew how good it was, how brilliant being around her was, I didn’t plan on being without it ever again. Whether she knew it or not, I had fallen for her, slowly and effortlessly. I knew now, after months of fighting it, how impossible the draw of her was.
Maybe it was weakness, maybe it was hopeless, but I knew how life felt without her and I wouldn’t go back to that without a fight. I’d lost love before, I’d let it go.
I wouldn’t let that happen with Dylan.
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Oliver
You Are in Love – Taylor Swift
‘And keep her off the baseline. She loves it there. She’s a powerful player and she will use that to her advantage,’ I explained, somewhat sure I’d already told Dylan this when we went over Aisha Thompson’s player profile last night, but repeating it in case she’d forgotten.
‘Got it.’ She gave me a quick nod, her expression focused.
We were heading through the back of the arena from Dylan’s private locker room, heading through the warm-up area and towards the tunnel, where the court and cheering crowd awaited.
