Page 86 of Home Town Advantage
He runs his hand down my stomach, hidden from view by the side of the pool, before slipping his fingers down the front and through me until they reach the place where we’re now joined together. “Can you feel me?”
Can I feel him? He’s all I feel. “Yes,” I breathe.
“Your pussy is already so swollen. You’re going to milk me now, and then later tonight, in my room, I’m going to fuck you into tomorrow.”
I swallow hard. That all sounds good to me.
His fingers begin circling my clit while he casually picks up his glass and takes a sip of his drink, as if we’re not having sex. “Now start clenching and milk this cock. Squeeze every ounce out of me.”
I shiver at his words. His dirty talk is everything I never knew I needed. It’s so contrary to his normal, quiet demeanor. I think that’s what makes it so hot. It’s unexpected and only for my ears.
For now.
I clench as hard as I can, and he lets out a groan. “Ahh. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
He’s able to roll his hips a bit while I clench and clench. His fingers never leave my clit until we both float away into blissful paradise, all while surrounded by friends, teammates, and about two or three hundred other people, none of whom have any clue about the dirty things going on under the water.
I wakein the morning to the biggest case of cotton mouth in history. I need water, and I need to get back to my room before my roommates wake up. Hopefully they were too wasted to notice I wasn’t with them when they got back last night. We partied our asses off until the sun came up.
We had a five-star dinner followed by hours and hours of VIP treatment at three different clubs. I barely remember coming back to the hotel, but I do remember Vance making good on his promise to fuck me into tomorrow. We went at it like animals. I think Daylen brought someone back to his room too, because we could hear a woman screaming.
In fact, now that I think about it, she and I may have had a little screaming match through the walls. I can’t help but smile as the memories of it come into focus. Yep, I was drunk.
I look over at the handsome man sleeping next to me on his back. Pushing back a piece of hair from his eyes, I slide it toward his head. Even in his sleep, his brow is furrowed, and he looks stressed out. I wish he’d share things with me. I know in my gut that he’s hiding something. He’s keeping secrets. I think it all weighs on him.
I quietly make my way to the bathroom. After I use his toothbrush, I slip back into my dress from last night. With my heels in hand, I quietly exit his bedroom into the main living room of the suite he’s sharing with Daylen. At the same time, I see Kennedy exit Daylen’s room in her dress from last night with her heels in her hand.
I can’t help the audible gasp that comes from my mouth. I thought they hated each other.
Her head snaps up, and she looks at me wide-eyed, immediately offering, in a low whisper, “I was trashed. I barely remember anything. Please never breathe a word of this to anyone.” She makes a look of disgust. “Ugh, I can’t believe I let that gorilla touch me. At least I found a bunch of condom wrappers this morning. That’s a small victory.”
I whisper back, “Don’t you hate him?”
Her eyes narrow. “I do, but wait, are you leaving Vance’s room right now? What the fuck? I thoughtyouhatedhim.”
We’re in a silent stare down for several seconds before I offer, “How about we agree to never talk about last night for the rest ofour lives? I won’t ask you questions, and you don’t ask me any either.”
A small smile forms on her lips before she nods. “Perfect.”
Choosing to ignore the hickeys all over the tops of her breasts, I notice her left hand is bandaged. Pointing to it, I ask, “Did you get hurt?”
She shrugs. “I have no recollection.” She examines it. “It looks professionally wrapped. I didn’t want to wake him and ask. I’ll take a look at it when we get back to the room.”
“Does it hurt?”
She shakes her head. “No. It’s a little achy, that’s all. I probably fell. I tend to do that when I’m wasted.”
I hope she’s not too injured.
We exit the suite and begin our stealthy journey down the hallway toward our suite, acting like spies, fearing anyone seeing us. I take in our appearances. We’re in tiny dresses with our hair a tangled mess and full raccoon eyes of smeared makeup. We look like hookers leaving the scene of a crime.
I let out a quiet laugh. “This is truly a walk of shame.”
She shrugs. “I prefer to call it a just got laid parade. It sounds so much better. Classier. And at least we had sex.” She scrunches her face. “If I’m being honest, it was really good…from what I remember.” She points to her vagina. “I’m sore.Reallyfucking sore, but in a good way. You know what I mean, don’t you?”
I stifle my giggle, finding this entire situation hilarious. “I do.”
We quietly enter our suite, tiptoeing our way inside. What we see is the most unexpected sight ever. Palmer is standing in the kitchen, guzzling a water jug like she’s been in the desert for a year. She’s still in the dress she wore last night. Her shoes are on the kitchen counter, her makeup is smeared all over her face, and her hair looks like a small family could be living inside it.
